christmas gifts

Christmas story
Rated (will soon be NC-17, knowing my dirty little mind)
Pairing, definitely D/Her, but maybe even Blaise a little later
Don’t own these characters, just borrow them from JK to put them in pervy positions.
Trying for fluffy here, being a Christmas story, but knowing me it will be a dirty little ditty by the time I am done…

HO HO HO.. Merry freckin Christmas\".. Draco thought to himself as he sat at the almost empty Slytherin table for breakfast. Voldemort was dead, which should have made Draco happy because it meant that he didn\'t have to get that horrible mark or be made to bow to the will of some crazy old wizard with delusions of power, but it didn\'t.. not really. Dracos Father died in an escape attempt from Azkaban, which actually did make Draco a little happy, but his mother was also dead, killed by Death Eaters in retaliation for her part in helping the Order.. Narcissa hadn\'t helped the Order because of some grand noble ideal, but because that’s what Slytherins were best at, seeing which way the wind was blowing and blow with it, if you couldn\'t bend it to your will. Narcissa had seen that Voldemort was going to lose, and had taken steps to make sure that at least some of the family would survive his death.. Unfortunately for her, She might have saved Draco, but she couldn’t save herself.

So here Draco was, sitting at Hogwarts during Christmas break, no real home to go to anymore.. Malfoy Manor was there, but most of his assets were frozen by the Ministry still, and probably would be for some time to come. No mountain of presents to look forward to, nothing, but a lonely couple of weeks till classes resumed... Draco knew that he was lucky to be alive, but he was still something of a spoiled prat, and Christmas just wasn\'t any fun without presents to open or House Elves to kick around .and bind up in holiday tinsel (Draco didn’t have a personality transplant, he is still a bit spoiled, deal!).
..Or... Being able to bugger Blaise at the very least... sigh... That was really the problem, Blaise had gone off to home and Draco missed him.

Blaise and Draco had been lovers since 5th year. They both shagged the occasional girl, sometimes together if they could get her to agree. Draco grinned at the memories of him and Blaise talking Lavendar Brown into the shagging of her life, during 6th year. The girl had barely been able to walk for days. Draco looked around the Great Hall, and saw that the pickings were slim for a little Holiday seduction. No 4th years stayed over this year, with the wars end, it seemed most of them preferred to go home this year. All that remained at school were a few Huffle Puffs that had missed the train, which never appealed to Draco (ok, so they were also Second years and Draco wasn\'t THAT perverted!), and one Miss Hermione Granger. Granger was staying over the Holidays because her parents had been killed by Death Eaters, and though the Weasleys had taken her to their hearts and begged her to come for the Holidays, like Harry had, Hermione just didn’t feel like celebrating. Her NEWTS and Head Girl duties were the only thing she was focused on right now, because the thought of Christmas without her parents was just not something that Hermione wanted to contemplate.

Draco felt a little stir of interest, always having a bit of a thing for the girl, but knew that the chances were slim that she was up for any fun, besides being an uptight virgin she was probably too depressed about her parents death.. He and Hermione had gotten past their intense dislike for each other when Dracos mother had decided to switch sides, and Draco began spying for the Order in their 6th year. They had gotten to know each other better this year, since Blaise had become Head Boy. Blaise and Hermiones duties had thrown them together a lot, and since wherever Blaise was, Draco was, their relationship had gone from tense truce to a more comfortable level. Draco no longer called Hermione mud blood, and he was known to tease her just to see her blush. Draco loved the way she blushed. Slytherins just didn’t blush much.

Hermione felt like someone was watching her, so she secretly looked up from her book, through her wild mane of hair and looked around the Great Hall. It didn’t take long, since there was a total of 7 students sitting in the hall. Draco Malfoy... Hermiones heart skipped a little beat, she was never willing to admit it, but she had a thing for Draco, that proverbial Good Girl/ Bad Boy cliché that made her wince, but also made her knickers wet every time she looked at him.. He had quit gelling his hair, and looked as though he wasn’t cutting it much either, its white blonde length now brushing his shoulders and flopping over his brow in artful disarray. Hermione noted that Draco looked depressed, as depressed as she felt, and remembered that he was as much an orphan as she was now... Probably worse, because he didn’t have other family, or even friends the way Hermione did. Hermione knew that at the very least she would have a pile of presents waiting for her on Christmas morning from the Weasleys , Harry , and her cousins in America... Who would Draco have to give him a present? Blaise probably, Hermione just knew there was something between the two of them from listening to Lavendar talk about her night of passion with the two pervy boys .Blaise would probably be the only one though, because even most of the Slytherins wouldn’t talk to Draco because of his and his mothers role in Voldemorts defeat..

Blaise and Draco... Hermione sighed... she had had to stop herself from tearing out Lavendars hair when she sat in the girls dorm room and told all about the two wizards shagging her silly. Hermione desperately wanted to be the one that was in bed with at least one of the two , having the two at once just seemed like Lavendar was making a royal pig of herself! Hermione had to listen to Lavendar tell about who had a bigger cock (Blaise), who had the best tongue (Draco), which one did what to her.. Hermione could have screamed!! Of course this didn’t stop her from listening to Lavendar, or madly wanking off later to the fantasy that it was HER in the middle of those two delicious Slytherins. Draco had been the subject of Hermiones most naughty fantasies for a few years now. Blaise had come into the picture really only this year. Blaise was Head Boy and from her close contact with him, she found that while he was quiet, it hid a keen intellect and a very subtle wit that Hermione had come to appreciate. She could understand why Draco found Blaise so attractive. She certainly did. At times she felt that Blaise was attracted to her also. He found ways to touch Hermione, a brushing back of her hair as they looked over Prefect schedules, a quick hug occasionally when he was teasing her. All perfectly innocent, but done with those intense dark eyes looking at her, making her nipples pebble , making Hermione want to shove him to the floor and fall on him….not that she would… Hermione was still a virgin, and not too happy about it. Ron and her had been a no go, when it came down to it, she saw him as a brother, same as Harry. Viktor and she were really just friends, no matter what others thought. Sigh... At this rate, Hermione thought, I will be a virgin when I die.

Draco looked at Hermione and Hermione looked at Draco, and the thought occurred to both of them at the same time.. I wish I could find a way to make you happy... A queer little pop sounded, unnoticed by the two of them, but suddenly they both secretly grinned to themselves, ideas forming... plots thickening...