Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my Dolce and Gabanna perfume and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel I read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!
Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the support and wonderful reviews for this story. Sorry I haven't been updated as I should. I had a busy and wonderful holiday. I am also working on a second story. Feel free to read and review my new story "Spellbinding" a Ginny/Voldemort, fanfic. I will continue with this one of course, as often as I can.
Chapter 29
"Wrapped so Pretty"
The moon slipped behind a bank of clouds, leaving their quiant little valley and the surrounding hilltops in snowy darkness save the few scattered Christmas lights coming from the surrounding homes and shop windows. The holiday had passed and with it the new year had begun. Draco and Hermione were leaving a local restaurant. She had been invited by a few members of her team from Grindelwald, and Draco joined her.
They walked through the town, where the stores were all closed for the night. Party goers for the new year rushed playfully along the streets shouting cheers and farewells. Hermione was all dolled up in her new ivory winter's cape, trimmed with fox fur and matching cap. These were all christmas gifts from Draco, her favorite by far were the diamond earrings he'd given her. She was so matched up with the surrounding snow, she felt like a winter bunny.
Draco hurried up behind her, wearing the ushanka cap, Hermione hand chosen for him. Made of black lamb wool. Many of his new gift consisted of muggle jeans and British sweaters and a watch made entirely of pewter. Their destination was to reached the edge of town where several pentagrams waited patiently for their owners arrival. They had enjoyed their evening out, but it was getting late, and Draco was a bit wasted and having a great deal of trouble with keeping his hands to himself.
"That's not fair," he said. A grin flashed across his face. "I let you put your hands where ever you want to."
A dozen locations sprang to her mind. "I'm sure I won't want to." she teased.
"I seriously hope that's not true." He cupped her from behind, embracing her as they walked through the mountains of snow. "Maybe you just need me to remind you where some of your best spots are." His lips brushed the back of her ear, and settled on the tender spot beneath. "This one for example was a nice warm-up spot this morning."
She caught her breath and his lips tugged on her earlobe as they walked on, entering an open field. It was surrounded by a chain linked fence. And they moved into the center of the last row. The faintest thread of moonlight lead their way. He had managed to find his way beneath her clothing and unfastened her bra, seizing her warm breast.
"What am I going to do with you?" She laughed against his kisses and devilish foreplay.
"You could try just loving me."
Draco made his way to the kitchen by seven the next morning. He was in no mood for the nine o'clock meeting for his team. The new season was beginning and as always the Daily Prophet and teen witch magazines hammered them with new shots for the upcoming season. He really wasn't looking forward to endless inquiries from the paparazzi. Maybe if he'd had more sleep he wouldn't be so out of sorts. He smiled inwardly as he recalled a full night of making love to his wife. It was that little sex vixen he'd married that was to blame. She was the reason for the stiffness in his joints. He walked into the kitchen wearing only his pajama briefs and saw Hermione sitting at the counter eating some kind of nutritious looking fruit. For a moment the hominess of the scene made his heart race. This wasn't how he pictured his life a year ago. With a house and a wife and a baby on the way. Was he really ready for this.
Hermione looked nearly as sleepy as he did. She was always so neat, but now she wore her satin gown and matching house robe. She'd pulled her hair back with a narrow silver clip. She hadn't bothered to get dress yet or apply make up. Draco thought she look so naturally beautiful there wasn't one thing he wanted to change about her appearance.
He grabbed a fresh box of his favorite Lucky Leprechaun cereal from the pantry. The cereal clattered into his bowl. Hermione watched as he poured a mountain of the multicolored oats and marshmallows into a bowl and filled it with milk.
She tore her eyes away from his abs. Only to shudder at the sight of him dipping in and digging out of the bowl. "I'm making plenty of oat porridge. I can make you a bowl instead of that stuff."
"Stuff, this isn't stuff Hermione. It took loads of researching the right ingredients and flavors. Years of pondering the perfect campaign slogan for the perfect box."
"Draco, there's a leprechaun on the box."
"Er..yea I know, brilliant little guy don't you think?" He pointed towards the box with his milky spoon. "You know what the best part is? The marshmallows."
"The Marshmallows?"
"Sure! Whoever thought of adding all those little marshmallows was one smart guy. You know I should have it written into this seasons contract that they have to keep the locker room stocked with Lucky Leprechaun's just for me."
"This is fascinating. I'm married to a man you graduated from Drumstrang, with a Maxima Cum Laude and his biggest goal is a locker room filled with colored flavored marshmallow cereal."
"But you know what love….as good as this little guy's cereal maybe, there's another cereal just waiting to be invented that's even better." He took another bite. "That's what I'd do with myself if I were you Hermione. Instead of daydreaming about Einstein and magical quarks, I'd come up with the best breakfast cereal the wizarding world as ever seen. -Now I know it'll be hard. You've got to have imagination, and you can't forget about the different-colored marshmallows, but answer me this love. Has anyone thought of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Cereal? No, Buttercup they haven't. No body's been smart enough to plan it all out you see. I bet there's a whole bloody market for every flavor that Bertie Bott's can offer."
She absorbed this bizarre side of him and watched him eat. He sat there bare feet, bare chested and with an mouth watering muscles that made her imagination wonder every time he moved.
She filled her bowl with more fruit, topped it with a cottage cheese from one of the market stores and carried it over to join him at the table. "And what about those odd ones, like spinach, tripe and boogey flavor. I'm not sure they'll do very well in the market."
He thought it over. "Are you kidding, joke shops like your old pal George would make a fortune with prank flavored cereal like that."
She sat down next to him. He glanced over at her. "You're really gonna eat that?"
"Of course I am. This is healthy for the baby Draco."
He reached over without invitation and scooped up a heaping spoonful that included a mango slice, peaches and the beady white toppings. "Not bad,"
"You took my last mango Draco."
He picked up his box of Lucky Leprechaun and shook a few on top of her fruit bowl.
"Gee, Thanks." she said as she pushed the marshmallows out of the way and spooned up a fresh peach slice.