Through the Chimney

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Part XII

Afterward, when Hermione was nestled in his in arms, her hand on his chest, she leaned forward to kiss the underside of his jaw.

He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done to her. Hermione almost faded away from the thought of it. She shuddered and he asked, “Are you cold?”

No. She wasn’t cold. She had him to keep her warm. “No. Are you?”

“Yes. I’ve been cold all of my life, but no longer. With you and Ivy, I’ll no longer be cold,” he replied.

She had to revise her former thought. THAT was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said or done. Looking up at him, her bottom lip in her teeth, she finally asked, “Draco, what does all of his mean?”

He wrapped a tress of her long hair in his hand, rubbed his other hand up and down her arm, and said, “It means we’ll have a happy ending, I hope.”

She smiled, closed her eyes, nodded in agreement, and said, “It means Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.”

He laughed. “I think you've read that book a bit too much tonight, Granger. Either that or you’re daft.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, closing her eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

He smiled. "Anything you say."

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