"Goodbye, Molly! Goodbye, Arthur!" Hermione waved Mr and Mrs Weasley away as they floo'd back home. They were the last to leave, so it was just her, Draco, Ron and Luna left in the house once again. George, Ginny and Harry had been the first to leave since Fred and James had fallen asleep in Draco's lap. The pair had barely left Draco's side, calling him their 'ghost friend', playing hide and seek with him, and finally insisting on ghost stories as they grew tired.

Percy, Audrey, Charlie, Bill and Fleur had all stayed back for a couple of glasses of Goblin made wine, but not for long. They all wanted to get home, too.

"Eet 'as been too long! We must 'ave dinner togezzer soon!" Fleur had tearfully said her goodbye to Hermione, hugging her a little too tightly. No one had realized that Fleur worked to hide her French accent – they had all assumed that living with away from Europe for so long had simply squashed it. But having a little too much wine had brought her natural accent out again, much to everyone's amusement.

Hermione made her way into the kitchen where she found Luna and Ron getting the sink ready to do the dishes while Draco watched on helplessly.

"But Hermione and I are happy to do the dishes for you, Luna." Draco was saying.

"Ronald and I can do the dishes, you two just go to bed." Luna said.

"But you two cooked, at least let us-" Hermione tried to protest, but Luna spoke over the top of her.

"No, Hermione. Go to bed. We don't mind. Goodnight." Luna spoke firmly. Hermione just sighed. She and Draco said their goodnights, leaving Ron and Luna to their cleaning, and made their way upstairs to Hermione's bedroom.

"Today seemed to drag on for a long time." Hermione commented as she pulled off her shirt once they were in her room and the door was firmly closed.

"Yes. Some moments were far longer than others." Draco murmured, sitting on the end of the bed. "Your family is overwhelming, but I enjoyed myself today."

"How are they overwhelming?" Hermione asked, now taking off her bra.

"Well, my family is quiet and reserved, while your family … isn't." Draco smiled, watching as Hermione slid her pants and underwear off. "Come here." He added.
Hermione tilted her head to one side as she made her way over to stand in front of him. She had been hoping he was in the mood, she didn't want to admit it, but she had been dying to get her hands on him all day.

"Are you sure you're happy with your presents?" Draco asked with worry etched onto his face. Hermione took his face between her hands and kissed his forehead.

"Yes, of course I am! You went far overboard, but I love it."

"I feel I didn't get you enough."

"You gave me more than enough, Draco! I promise. You've made me very happy." Hermione kissed Draco's lips this time; she tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away, an embarrassed smile on his lips.

"I have more presents for you, Hermione." He admitted.

"What?!" Hermione said, stunned. This morning she had awoken to find that Draco, Ron and Luna had been up half the night while she slept; the three of them had completely rearranged Hermione's bedroom and study. She had been saying for months that she wanted to remodel, she had all the plans and knew exactly what she wanted, she just didn't have the funds for the furniture she wanted, nor wizard power to get it to her house. So, as her Christmas present, Draco had done it for her, with help from Ron and Luna.

Smiling like a guilty kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Draco stood up and walked over to the small bag that he'd brought along with him while he stayed at Hermione's, took something out and then sat back down on the bed in front of Hermione.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Granger." Draco smiled one of his rare smiles, knocking the breath out of Hermione. Sighing she took the present and unwrapped it.

"Oh, Draco." She gasped. It was the latest edition of Hogwarts – A History. This newest edition had excerpts from her own book Harry Potter versus Voldemort. She had yet to buy a copy, but each time she went to buy it, Flourish and Blotts had been sold out, and she was still miles down the waiting list.
She trailed her fingertips down the length of the cover, her eyes wide. Draco was suddenly worried that she didn't like it. He'd found out that he had been miles ahead of Hermione on the Flourish and Blotts waiting list, and decided to give her the version that he should've gotten. He felt that she deserved it more than he did.

"Do you like it?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes, Draco. It's perfect. Thank you!" Hermione leant forward and hugged him tightly.

"Now, as for your second present-"

"Draco, I really don't need-" Draco cut Hermione off by placing one long finger against her lips.

"Let me finish. I think you'll like this one." He smirked. "As your last present. I am giving you." He paused, gauging Hermione's reaction. "Myself. All of me, for as long as you want." Draco watched as Hermione's eyes widened and a smile split across her face. He expected her to kiss him or hug him, but she surprised him by turning around and walking away from him. He was confused until she placed her new book carefully on her chest of drawers before making her way back over to him.

"Sorry. I don't want my new book to get ruined before I've even read it." Hermione shrugged apologetically.

Draco smiled and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply and losing his fingers amongst her curly hair. Hermione moaned into his mouth and her hands began to roam and explore Draco's well-muscled chest and stomach. Draco pulled away suddenly and looked Hermione right into her eyes, raising one perfect eyebrow.

"Have you ever experimented with muggle sexual fetishes' before, Miss Granger?" He asked. Hermione frowned and shook her head.

"I didn't realise muggles had their own fetishes'."

Draco's eyes lit up. "You trust me don't you, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded her head, wondering where this was going. "Of course I do! I wouldn't be here otherwise, and you wouldn't have met my family today."
Draco smiled like a kid in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and bounced over to his backpack again to pull something else out of it. He spun gracefully and held it up for Hermione to see.

"An eye mask?" Hermione asked, wondering where the hell this could be going.

"I'm going to blindfold you, Hermione. Then I am going to introduce you to my favourite muggle sexual fetish!" He paused, biting his lip, nerves and fear of scaring her off overwhelming him. "If you want to, that is? You can always say no. I'd understand."

Those damn eyes. Hermione moaned softly. She would do anything for those eyes of his.

"I'm willing to do anything with you, Draco. I trust you won't hurt me." Draco's face lit up in one of his stunning smiles he held in reserve just for Hermione, just before he bent down and kissed her gently, but filled with love.

As he pulled away he slipped the eye mask securely over Hermione's eyes. After making sure she couldn't see out of it, Draco gently guided her so that her legs were pressed against the end of the bed.

"Can you kneel for me please, Hermione?" He asked softly in her ear.

Hermione nodded and knelt on the floor, frowning as she tried to figure out where Draco was going with this. Draco noticed her frown as he took her hands and guided her hands so that they were placed on the end of the bed. Hermione's frown only deepened.

Draco chuckled and bent over to whisper in her ear, "Don't think about it, Hermione, just feel. Now, bend over so your stomach is on the bed, keep your knees on the ground, and reach your arms above your head but keep your wrists together for me."

Hermione shivered delicately and did as Draco asked.

Draco stopped to admire her for a moment before walking around to the other side of the bed, where there was a thin, but strong, length of rope tied to the wooden frame of the bed that he had tied there earlier. One end was trailing loosely under the bed; Draco picked it up and pulled it towards Hermione. Quickly and with well-practised moves, Draco wrapped the rope around Hermione's wrists and had it tied securely before Hermione realised what he was doing. Her head snapped up.

"Draco?! What are you doing?" She demanded. Draco walked around the bed again and knelt down next to her.

"Don't worry. Your wrists are tied to the bed, that's all. Do you want me to stop?" he spoke low and soothingly to her, immediately calming her initial panic.

Hermione shivered from his close proximity and went to lift her head so that she could kiss him, but forgetting that she was tightly tied up, she couldn't reach him. Draco smiled at her moan of frustration, but repeated his question.

"Hermione Granger, do you want me to stop?" Hermione shook her head.

"I just want you to kiss me, damn it!" Draco laughed quietly before kissing her nose. He was in so much trouble.

"There's your kiss!" He teased her, but his voice had an edge to it that Hermione hadn't heard before. "That's all you're getting for now, so wait patiently." Hermione groaned and put her face down on the bed covers, moving her body so as to get some friction somewhere so that she could find her release.

"No!" Draco slapped her ass lightly, making Hermione jump a little but otherwise stop immediately. "That's not allowed."

There were a few moments of silence while Draco stripped himself of his clothes, and stood to admire the witch in front of him.

Draco knelt down behind her, rubbing his fingers up and down along her slit, earning himself moans from Hermione. Draco slid one long finger inside of her, earning low moans from Hermione. Her insides seemed to be attempting to clench him finger in place. Slowly he pumped his finger in and out, in and out, adding another finger without breaking his rhythm, pumping in and out, in and out, curling the tips of his fingers to hit that sweet spot. Every time he pushed his fingers inside her again, she moaned a little louder. As Draco was about to add a third finger, he noticed something on her thighs.

There's no way she is that wet?!

Draco pulled away to inspect Hermione's thighs. Sure enough her own wetness had begun to trail down her legs. Draco smiled and decided to tease her a little more.
He cleaned up her excitement on her legs using his tongue. Taking all the time in the world, Draco slowly licked up the wetness, earning moans and cute little butt wiggles from Hermione. In an almost desperate attempt, Hermione opened her legs wider for him, but he didn't roam further than her legs.
To Hermione, it felt like years when he finally finished on her legs and pulled away. Hermione shivered as she waited; the air was cold on her wet legs and her anticipation was growing with every second that passed, all she could hear was her own heavy breathing. She had never been this turned on before. Then she felt Draco's cock rubbing up and down along her slit.

"Oh, please, Draco. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard." Hermione begged; then she heard a little groan from Draco, it was her only warning before he slammed into her. Hermione pulled on the rope tying her wrists together as she screamed out in pleasure. "Oh, YES!"

Draco had one hand on Hermione's hip to steady himself and the other had found its way to her breast, where he played with her nipple, pulling and tugging at it in time with his thrusts.

It wasn't long before he felt her walls tightening around his member; a few moments later and she was screaming him name as she orgasmed. He came after her, which only triggered another orgasm from her.

He gently withdrew himself from her and stood up to untie her wrists. Carefully he hid the rope behind her bed again, so that neither of them would lie on it while they were sleeping. Once he was satisfied he threw on a pair of his underwear and retrieved a clean pair of Hermione's, and one of her favourite silk nightgowns. Then he gently lifted her up from her position at the end of the bed, where she had just caught her breath, helped her into her clothes and lay her down on her side of the bed. Draco lay down next to her and she wriggled her way over to him so that her chest was pressed against his.

"Let me take off the mask." Draco murmured and reached up, but she pressed her face against his chest.

"Please don't, I like the feel of it." Hermione said, surprising Draco.

"Okay, I won't." he said, smiling and wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"I liked it. Can we do it again?" Hermione asked sleepily. Draco smiled and opened his mouth to respond when he noticed that the en-suite door was opening slowly and a dark figure was emerging from within.

Without thinking Draco leapt up and made a dash for his bag, where he'd kept his wand all day, but the figure was faster.

"Stupefy."

Hermione sat bolt upright as Draco crashed to the floor and made to wrench the eye mask off, but again the figure was faster.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Hermione felt her body snap to attention, her arms by her side and her legs glued together. Cursing herself for wanting to keep the eye mask on, she strained her ears to listen for the intruder. She heard them walking towards her, and then gloved hands were picking her up and holding her against their body.

"Seems you've gotten yourself into a spot of trouble, Miss Granger." The figure spoke into her ear.

Hermione's eyes would've widened if they could've. She felt bile trying to worm its way up her throat and panic settling in her stomach.

"Hurry up and get her out of here!" a second voice hissed commandingly from what Hermione thought to be the direction of her en-suite.

"Aw, but can't I have a little bit of fun with her before we take her back?" the first figure whined.

"No, you cannot. You will get your turn, but we need to get her out before Draco wakes up."

"Fine. I'll apparate Miss Granger to the rendezvous point. I'll see you there."

"Go."

Hermione felt herself being jostled around until the first figure seemed to stop.

"Can't get a decent damned hold of her." The figure growled.

"Just grab her tits and go." The second snapped. More bile threatened its way up Hermione's throat. Sure enough, the first figure grabbed each of her breasts in their hands very tightly.

"Lovely and soft. I can't wait to get a good look at these later." The figure hissed in Hermione's ear before he spun on the spot and disapparated with her in tow.