Through the Chimney

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Part VII –

Draco couldn’t help but smile. Really he couldn’t. He was quite proud of himself. He just kissed Granger. Of course, it wasn’t the type of kiss one would write home about, but it was still a kiss, nonetheless. AND he was holding her hand.

He didn’t mean for any of this to happen when he went over to her house all angry and upset this afternoon. All he wanted to tell the little swot a thing or two, give Ivy her book for Christmas, and then find out their location (which he still had to do), so he could execute operation ‘Through the Chimney’ for Christmas Eve.

But seriously, all of this was better. Something inside of him just flipped, or snapped, when she first opened the door this afternoon. She had on a beautiful red dress, and her hair was curly and long, and he reached out and took her hand (just like he held it now), and somehow he knew … he was never going to let her go.

He looked over at her. Did she know it too? She had to know; otherwise, she would have hexed his arse into next week by now.

Her hand was clasped under his larger hand, and both their hands rested on his thigh. He flattened her hand with his and then with his index finger he drew on the top of her hand. Up and down each finger he went, slowly, seductively, up and down, then in the crevices between each fingers. Linking the fingers back in his, he turned both hands around, brought them to his face, and then forced them open.

With her palm facing him, he turned his face to look at her. She was looking right at him. The children were singing a song called, ‘Grown-Up Christmas Wish’. How appropriate, for she was his ‘Christmas wish’. Swallowing hard, he continued to look at her under hooded eyes until he brought their joined hands all the way to his mouth. He closed his eyes when he placed a single kiss to the center of her palm.

She withdrew her hand from his quickly, and he felt the departure as surely as if someone amputated a part of him. He realised everyone around them was applauding, as was she. He didn’t applaud.

Hermione stood and he followed. They walked toward the front where little Ivy came running down the aisle toward them. She had a big smile on her face. She didn’t run to her mother’s arms first. She ran right to him.

Wrapping her arms around his trouser legs, the little imp looked up at him and said, “I’ll miss you this Christmas Eve, Uncle Draco. I’m sorry Mummy and I have to go out of the country. Oh, and thank you for coming to my recital. Did you hear my song?”

He stroked her hair, smiled and said, “Yes, darling girl, I heard your song. I even heard your voice above all the others. You sounded wonderful.” Then he bent down and hugged her. Standing with her in his arms, he continued to hold her high above the ground. He didn’t want to ever let her go.

Hermione rubbed her little girl’s back, and then placed her other hand on Draco’s back. “Thank Draco for the book, too, sweetheart,” Hermione urged.

“Oh, yes, thank you for bringing me the book,” Ivy said, leaning back in Draco’s arms.

Draco placed the little one back on the floor and gave her head a final pat. “Happy Christmas, Ivy.”

Then he stared at her mother. If Hermione thought this was the end of things, she was sorely mistaken. Realising Hermione’s hand was still on his back, he moved slowly so that it slipped from his back, and then he captured it with his hand. Raising it to his lips once more he said, “Happy Christmas to you too, Hermione.”

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