Through the Chimney

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Part V -

Draco didn’t mean to reach out and touch her hand. It just happened.

He didn’t mean to pull it to his mouth. It just happened.

He didn’t mean to become lost in her eyes, dream about grabbing fists full of her hair or having her legs around his hips. He didn't mean to dream of thrusting himself into her tight warm … “Excuse me? What did you say?” he asked, warmth infusing his cheeks when he realized she was speaking to him.

“Why are you here?” she asked again.

He cleared his throat. “I’ve come to escort you and my dear little goddaughter to her Christmas recital tonight. Likewise, I’ve come to bring her a present, a book, per your suggestion, and to see why I cannot spend Christmas Eve with her, as is tradition.”

Hermione’s shoulders sagged as she backed away from him. “Malfoy, the letter I sent you this morning explained it all. Goyle is sending me to Ireland tomorrow night to examine an ancient locket, which might have belonged to one of the Founders of Hogwarts. I have no choice but to go, and where I go, my daughter goes, especially on Christmas. And how did you know about her recital tonight?”

Walking around her, as a predator would a prey, he relayed, “Nott’s son goes to the same prep school, don’t you know? He told me.” When he stood once more in front of her, his eyes slid from her eyes down to her body then back up. “You look … nice.”

That was the understatement of the century. She didn't look nice. She looked beautiful. She was dressed in a red dress that made him feel a bit giddy and lightheaded. It filled him with such intensity that he could hardly keep from taking a step closer to her. For one moment he almost reached out, placed a hand on her arm, and pulled her to him.

Instead, he turned around and offered her a neatly wrapped present. “A Night before Christmas,” he teased with a smile. “I believe I was allowed to bring Ivy a book or a toy. I thought she might enjoy this. I thought reading it on Christmas Eve could become a new tradition.”

She smiled back. He loved it when she smiled. It warmed him all over. Her smile almost scalded him with heat. She took the book from him and said, “It was a tradition when I was young. Now it will be for Ivy. Thank you, Malfoy. It will be so much easier to take with us to Ireland than a castle would have been.” She took the book from his hand and placed it on an open suitcase that was sitting on the sofa.

Taking a fortifying breath, he asked, “So you really mean to leave me, I mean, leave the country tomorrow on Christmas Eve?”

“I’m sorry, but I must,” she answered sincerely. Then there was a moment of silence between them. It was weighed down by things unsaid, things felt, and things desired.

He finally walked closer and she held her ground. He peered down into her beautiful brown eyes and said, “Then shall I at least spend this evening with you and Ivy? I can escort you to the recital, as I said, and come back to the house afterwards, where I’ll read her my Christmas present.”

“Very well, as long as you don’t have any castles hidden in your pockets, Malfoy,” she warned seriously, her finger suddenly in his face.

He grabbed that finger, pulled her hand down to the side of their bodies and said, “No castles, I promise.”

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