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Chapter thirty-six.
Hermione and Draco were facing off, both tipsy as one challenged the other to a battle of 'Magnificent Magic'. Hardly anyone noticed when they started, as they were all tipsy and having a great time; Luna and Blaise were in a corner, quietly talking and giggling, Ron was over at the barbeque with Roy, chatting and laughing, Padma had already retired for the night, assisted away by Molly and Varuni, having refused all alcohol because of her tired pregnant form. Arthur was having the time of his life talking to various amused witches and wizards on the wonders of Muggle technology and how they had incorporated it within their lives. He was over the moon when he chatted with the few Muggles that were there as well.
All the children had been sent to their beds at ten, but they had crept out and met altogether under a small copse of trees. They had then lit a small fire out of the line of sight of all the adults and were gathered around it, lying on their backs and star gazing as they quietly chatted excitedly.
Fred and George were enthusiastically explaining their merchandise to a couple of Draco's cousins from Canada who were interestedly examining the various products and one of them (a business man) was talking to Polly about helping them expand into the Canadian market.
"-Okay, since you're the snake! I'll let you go first!" Hermione snarled slightly lopsidedly.
"And proud of it! What happened to your 'lion' courage?"
"A lion's courage comes with nobility! Which means I'll allow you to first!"
"Oh, you'll allow me to? I knew it! There's nothing to that Gryffindor bravery except buff pretence and pride!"
"I know what you're trying to do! We Gryffindor's aren't stupid, I know when you're trying to corner me into going first! You suggested it, therefore you go first!" Hermione cried, quickly sobering up.
Suddenly, Draco whipped his wand out and a huge firework Dragon came rushing out, roaring at Hermione without warning as she ducked for cover. The Dragon soared up into the sky, where it exploded into variously coloured fireworks.
People turned and 'Ohhed' and 'Ahhed' at the firework display.
Draco smirked, "That spell is courtesy of the Weasley twins."
Faintly, they could hear the two roaring with laughter over the excited crowd.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and got into a fighting stance, "Oh, it's on."
A cry of 'Tanto Avis' and a flock of large canaries formed and as soon as Hermione (with a smirk) chanted 'Oppugno' they started to chase Draco around the lawn briefly, to the laughter of everyone who witnessed the normally calm and elegant man running around like a chook with its head cut off.
When the abnormally large canaries had finally disappeared it was responded to with a harsh 'Deprimo', sending Hermione flying through the air on the back of a whirlwind.
Draco laughed heartily until he saw her coming back with a vengeance.
Nearing dawn, Draco and Hermione had managed to chase each other across the entire property; casting spells on each other and anything else, showing off.
They soon collapsed, exhausted, on the ground, lying on top of each other as the first light of the sun began to touch the horizon, slowly lighting up the landscape.
"Hmm…It's Christmas Eve…" Hermione mumbled and Draco nodded sleepily.
"Yeah…" he gently kissed the top of her head and the two drifted off to sleep.
When Hermione woke up, it was to the sun beating down heavily and the sounds of cicadas and kookaburras laughing. Draco was curled up beside her and the sun was shining high in the sky. Luckily, she hadn't drunk enough alcohol to have a hang-over, (she was saving that for the huge Christmas Eve Bash that she'd been told was legendary).
The house was a fair way off, several paddocks and grazing cows in between. She could just see the children playing in the sprinkler as the drops danced in the air and hear their ringing laughter while she smiled softly. She wondered how it would feel to have a little daughter with sparkling brown eyes and long blonde hair…
Draco stirred, breaking Hermione from her barely conscious thoughts. He rolled over and took her with him, making her squeal along the way.
"Draco!"
He chuckled, trying to hide his face in the ground away from the sun, "Yeah love?" Hermione stalled briefly at the sudden endearment, but smiled shyly.
"You're lying on top of me."
"…So? I'm comfortable…Don't make me move!" He whined.
"Come on, we've got to get back to the house before the others start searching for us."
"They won't search for us, plenty of couples'll be missing, due to reason that don't need to be mentioned…"
"Draco! We can lay in tomorrow or Boxing Day! But right now, lets go back!"
Draco sat up suddenly, smirking salaciously, "Can you promise that?"
Hermione looked around wildly, her hair and clothes covered in the grass they had laid in, "What? Promise what?"
Draco leaned over, propped up on his side and whispered in her ear as she blushed, "That we'll sleep in tomorrow or sometime soon, just you…and me…"
Hermione stood up, tying to conceal her blush as he smirked up at her.
"Yes, fine, on my Gryffindor honour. Now, are we going? Amy told me that breakfast goes quick."
Draco shot up, "Damn! Breakfast!" he grabbed her hand and the two took off, laughing and trying to brush the grass off their clothes simultaneously.