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New Year's in New York
A/N: I am SSOOOOOO sorry it took so long to get this out. Between kindergarten, karate, exercise for myself, taking care of a 4 month old, playing secretary and party organizer for my husband's boat's family group....I just couldn't get it done. BUT...this may be the chapter you've been waiting for!!! I am running on very little sleep so forgive any cultural errors I may (read probably) have made. Thank you for reading and reviewing. It really means a lot to me. Now another reader's choice. Should Draco and Hermione get married or stay together and live together as a couple with no marriage? Kids, no kids, adopted kids? Let me hear your opinions for the epilogue!!! Thank you -Kimberly
Ch. 10 New Year's in New York
The months drew on and soon they were all in the middle of a crisp British winter.
Christmas was spent with the Weasley’s, as usual. Surprisingly, after seeing her children interact with Draco, Mrs. Weasley accepted Draco into her evergrowing clan of Weasley children.
Christmas day, Hermione had spent most of her time keeping Draco out of the Weasley Wizard Wheeze’s products line of fire.
That night, as they sat by the fire in Hermione’s flat, they exchanged small gifts. Hermione had searched the muggle world for something unique and totally Draco. She held her breath as he opened the paper.
He grinned when he saw it. A black, velvety notebook with a green dragon embroidered on the cover. He looked at her with appreciation and handed her the envelope he had been holding.
She opened it, inside was a simple piece of paper. She looked at him quizzically. “Read it.” He whispered to her, his voice barely overpowering the crackle of the fire.
Her eyes lit up brighter and brighter as she skimmed the page. It was an itinerary. She got to the bottom and nearly leapt out of her skin.
“NEW YORK!” she screamed. “You want me to go to New York with you?” Her face was shining from excitement.
Draco chuckled. “I do, so you better go and get packing if you want to make the flight.”
All color drained from her face. “Flight? We can’t just floo there or portkey? Wait. When are we leaving? TONIGHT?” she shrieked as she glanced at the paper.
In a flash of curls she was up the hall and throwing everything in sight into her suitcase, leaving an amused Draco in the living room.
Hermione was sitting in her first class airline seat, bouncing her legs nervously and clinging to the armrests as though her life depended on it.
Draco leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. “Are you alright?” he whispered as he stroked her cheek lovingly.
She merely nodded and closed her eyes. “I hate to fly. The thought of being so far off the ground with no control really unnerves me.”
Leaning closer to her so only she would hear, “Have you forgotten that you are the brightest witch of the age, Hermione? We could levitate this entire plane if needed. Relax, love. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He kissed her hand and she relaxed, only slightly. She leaned back in her seat and braced herself as the plane’s engines revved up for take off.
Draco was still trying to hide his amusement as they walked into their hotel room. Never in a million years would he have guessed that Hermione Granger, the girl who fought beside scarhead courageously during the war, would cry from a plane taking off and landing.
He had held her and let her cry, partly because he was concerned, but mostly because it was damn funny and he didn’t want her to see his bemused face.
The next few days were spent doing the normal tourist stuff. Draco loved watching Hermione’s face as she saw the many new sights of the city, and when Draco rode the subway for the first time and nearly fell on his arse, she laughed so hard she cried.
On New Year’s eve, Draco told Hermione that they had special plans for the evening and to dress for comfort and warmth. As they made their way down the street, Hermione’s eyes became wide with wonder.
“Look at all the people!” she exclaimed. Everywhere she looked were people, packed in like sardines. “Don’t worry,” Draco began arrogantly, “just hold on to me and I’ll keep you close and not lose you.”
That earned him a nice smack on the shoulder. The air was chilly, but as the evening wore on, Hermione began to have a wonderful time. They kept warm from the heat emanating from all the bodies.
Time Square was gearing up for the new year. There was music blaring, people drinking and singing. People were wearing hideous balloon hats or other novelties, it was the most happily excited thing that Hermione had ever been apart of.
As the clock approached midnight, the streets were alive with the buzz of energy that only such an event could conjure. No magic could recreate the feelings and emotions running through the crowd. It was as though all the hopes of the world rested with that giant ball that was now beginning to drop.
Lower and lower it came until the final countdown began. Draco held Hermione close and joined in the chant. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1….
“HAPPY NEW YEAR” rang out across the crowd as the observers began to sing and kiss and clap.
Draco looked at Hermione. Her face was glowing, the glittering confetti that had begun to fall was sticking in her hair and adding an extra sparkle. She could have easily been mistaken as a veela at that point.
When her eyes met Draco’s, they both knew at once that they were lost to one another. Never in this life would they ever find someone so right for them.
Draco put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, Hermione’s arms snaked around his neck. As their lips met, they both felt fireworks go off deep within their souls.
They barely made it back to the room before ridding themselves of their obnoxious clothing.
Their kiss became urgent, filled with hunger and desire. Hermione’s hands ran up and down Draco’s back, occasionally brushing against his bum.
Draco’s hands came between them and began to knead her breasts. She moaned into his mouth and arched up into his hands.
Feeling a bit brave, Hermione’s tiny hand came around to his front and grasped his ample manhood. ‘Oh my’ she thought before his hands came down to grab her bum.
In one swift, fluid motion, he lifted her by her bum and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel all that he had to offer throbbing against her soaking core. OH she needed more.
She expressed this by gently grinding herself against him experimentally. He made a noise deep in his throat that was manly and primitive all in one and it made Hermione feel feminine, sexy, and powerful.
Draco was at the bed in three steps. He deposited his lioness with flourish and playfully jumped atop her. His kisses started on her forehead and slowly worked their way to her throat.
His hand found her clit and he began to stroke it as he kissed his way down to her breasts, sucking each one in turn. He was going crazy hearing the wanton moans and sighs coming from her.
He gave her clit a good flick and it made her come undone. In one piercing scream, Draco found his hand covered in her sweet juices. He brought his lips to hers and smirked into the kiss.
He placed his penis at her entrance and looked to her for assurance. The liquid gold color of her lustfilled eyes was all the consent he needed before burying himself deep within her warm cavern.
They both let out sighs of pleasure. Draco kissed her hungrily as he found a speed that he liked. He nearly lost it when she began to lift her hips to meet him, thrust for thrust.
Soon they were lost to the surroundings as the thrusts became more urgent, fast and rough. Hermione began to feel the pressure building, just as Draco did. She dug her fingers into his bum, urging him deeper inside her.
Faster and harder he drove into her, over and over until she began to pant and mumble incoherently. Before long, Draco felt her walls tighten around him and heard her cry out his name in pleasure. He followed, spilling all his essence deep within her.
Draco looked down into the now placated woman. “I love you.” He proclaimed. Hermione couldn’t help the tears that fell at the sincerity she saw in his eyes. “I love you, too, Draco.” She said, bringing his lips to hers in a sensual and sweet kiss.
Ch. 10 New Year's in New York
The months drew on and soon they were all in the middle of a crisp British winter.
Christmas was spent with the Weasley’s, as usual. Surprisingly, after seeing her children interact with Draco, Mrs. Weasley accepted Draco into her evergrowing clan of Weasley children.
Christmas day, Hermione had spent most of her time keeping Draco out of the Weasley Wizard Wheeze’s products line of fire.
That night, as they sat by the fire in Hermione’s flat, they exchanged small gifts. Hermione had searched the muggle world for something unique and totally Draco. She held her breath as he opened the paper.
He grinned when he saw it. A black, velvety notebook with a green dragon embroidered on the cover. He looked at her with appreciation and handed her the envelope he had been holding.
She opened it, inside was a simple piece of paper. She looked at him quizzically. “Read it.” He whispered to her, his voice barely overpowering the crackle of the fire.
Her eyes lit up brighter and brighter as she skimmed the page. It was an itinerary. She got to the bottom and nearly leapt out of her skin.
“NEW YORK!” she screamed. “You want me to go to New York with you?” Her face was shining from excitement.
Draco chuckled. “I do, so you better go and get packing if you want to make the flight.”
All color drained from her face. “Flight? We can’t just floo there or portkey? Wait. When are we leaving? TONIGHT?” she shrieked as she glanced at the paper.
In a flash of curls she was up the hall and throwing everything in sight into her suitcase, leaving an amused Draco in the living room.
Hermione was sitting in her first class airline seat, bouncing her legs nervously and clinging to the armrests as though her life depended on it.
Draco leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. “Are you alright?” he whispered as he stroked her cheek lovingly.
She merely nodded and closed her eyes. “I hate to fly. The thought of being so far off the ground with no control really unnerves me.”
Leaning closer to her so only she would hear, “Have you forgotten that you are the brightest witch of the age, Hermione? We could levitate this entire plane if needed. Relax, love. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He kissed her hand and she relaxed, only slightly. She leaned back in her seat and braced herself as the plane’s engines revved up for take off.
Draco was still trying to hide his amusement as they walked into their hotel room. Never in a million years would he have guessed that Hermione Granger, the girl who fought beside scarhead courageously during the war, would cry from a plane taking off and landing.
He had held her and let her cry, partly because he was concerned, but mostly because it was damn funny and he didn’t want her to see his bemused face.
The next few days were spent doing the normal tourist stuff. Draco loved watching Hermione’s face as she saw the many new sights of the city, and when Draco rode the subway for the first time and nearly fell on his arse, she laughed so hard she cried.
On New Year’s eve, Draco told Hermione that they had special plans for the evening and to dress for comfort and warmth. As they made their way down the street, Hermione’s eyes became wide with wonder.
“Look at all the people!” she exclaimed. Everywhere she looked were people, packed in like sardines. “Don’t worry,” Draco began arrogantly, “just hold on to me and I’ll keep you close and not lose you.”
That earned him a nice smack on the shoulder. The air was chilly, but as the evening wore on, Hermione began to have a wonderful time. They kept warm from the heat emanating from all the bodies.
Time Square was gearing up for the new year. There was music blaring, people drinking and singing. People were wearing hideous balloon hats or other novelties, it was the most happily excited thing that Hermione had ever been apart of.
As the clock approached midnight, the streets were alive with the buzz of energy that only such an event could conjure. No magic could recreate the feelings and emotions running through the crowd. It was as though all the hopes of the world rested with that giant ball that was now beginning to drop.
Lower and lower it came until the final countdown began. Draco held Hermione close and joined in the chant. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1….
“HAPPY NEW YEAR” rang out across the crowd as the observers began to sing and kiss and clap.
Draco looked at Hermione. Her face was glowing, the glittering confetti that had begun to fall was sticking in her hair and adding an extra sparkle. She could have easily been mistaken as a veela at that point.
When her eyes met Draco’s, they both knew at once that they were lost to one another. Never in this life would they ever find someone so right for them.
Draco put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, Hermione’s arms snaked around his neck. As their lips met, they both felt fireworks go off deep within their souls.
They barely made it back to the room before ridding themselves of their obnoxious clothing.
Their kiss became urgent, filled with hunger and desire. Hermione’s hands ran up and down Draco’s back, occasionally brushing against his bum.
Draco’s hands came between them and began to knead her breasts. She moaned into his mouth and arched up into his hands.
Feeling a bit brave, Hermione’s tiny hand came around to his front and grasped his ample manhood. ‘Oh my’ she thought before his hands came down to grab her bum.
In one swift, fluid motion, he lifted her by her bum and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel all that he had to offer throbbing against her soaking core. OH she needed more.
She expressed this by gently grinding herself against him experimentally. He made a noise deep in his throat that was manly and primitive all in one and it made Hermione feel feminine, sexy, and powerful.
Draco was at the bed in three steps. He deposited his lioness with flourish and playfully jumped atop her. His kisses started on her forehead and slowly worked their way to her throat.
His hand found her clit and he began to stroke it as he kissed his way down to her breasts, sucking each one in turn. He was going crazy hearing the wanton moans and sighs coming from her.
He gave her clit a good flick and it made her come undone. In one piercing scream, Draco found his hand covered in her sweet juices. He brought his lips to hers and smirked into the kiss.
He placed his penis at her entrance and looked to her for assurance. The liquid gold color of her lustfilled eyes was all the consent he needed before burying himself deep within her warm cavern.
They both let out sighs of pleasure. Draco kissed her hungrily as he found a speed that he liked. He nearly lost it when she began to lift her hips to meet him, thrust for thrust.
Soon they were lost to the surroundings as the thrusts became more urgent, fast and rough. Hermione began to feel the pressure building, just as Draco did. She dug her fingers into his bum, urging him deeper inside her.
Faster and harder he drove into her, over and over until she began to pant and mumble incoherently. Before long, Draco felt her walls tighten around him and heard her cry out his name in pleasure. He followed, spilling all his essence deep within her.
Draco looked down into the now placated woman. “I love you.” He proclaimed. Hermione couldn’t help the tears that fell at the sincerity she saw in his eyes. “I love you, too, Draco.” She said, bringing his lips to hers in a sensual and sweet kiss.