First Time for Everything

First Time For Everything (3/5)


     “Mum?” Dominick asked as Hermione was tucking him into bed.

     “Mmm?”

     “Is Audrey coming over tomorrow?”

     “Yes, she’ll be here at lunch time and for the rest of the night.”

     “And Uncle Harry?” He asked, getting excited.

     “Yes, and Aunt Luna as well.”

     Dominick suddenly began to giggle, “Know what Uncle Ron told me?” He looked around to make sure no one was listening and leaned in closer to his mother, “He said she used to be called Loony!”

     Hermione stifled her laughter, “Oh that Ron Weasley! Just wait until he has children! Please Dominick, don’t repeat anything your Uncle Ron tells you, okay hun?”

     “Alright Mum.”

     They were interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. Draco stood just inside the doorway with Mya in his arms.

     “She won’t sleep in her room.” Draco explained.

     “With brother!” Mya said loudly.

     Dominick rolled his eyes and drew back the covers. Mya clapped happily and Draco deposited her on the bed, kissed her and Dominick and walked back into the hallway.

     “Guess what brother?”

     “What?”

     “Santa’s coming!”

     “I know. That means we have to go to sleep, okay Bug? Santa only comes when we’re sleeping.”

     Her head immediately hit the pillow, “Okay.” She said with her eyes closed.

     Hermione kissed her children then stood from the bed.

     “Good night, my babes.” With a flick of her wand, the lights went out and the ceiling lit up with an enchanted sky. Meeting Draco in the hallway, she shut the door and they left, hearing the hushed giggling and whispers of their children echoing down the hallway.

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     “So,” said Draco as they were walking down the stairs, “Are you going to make it worth it?”

     Hermione only looked at him strangely so he continued, “Muggle Christmas party? You’ll make it worth my while? Ringing any bells?”

     “Merlin Draco, that’s all you think about! Sex!”

     He put on a shocked expression, “Of course it’s not. I think about a lot of things, I’ll have you know.”

     “Right,” Hermione said as they reached the family room where the Christmas tree was set up.

     “Seriously.”

     “Well, all I hear you talk about is sex.”

     “Yes well, that’s because you’re too sexy not to think about it when you’re around.”
That got her… Draco thought as Hermione blushed scarlet and looked around the room.

     “Alright luv, but later okay? We’ve got to get this room set up for the children tomorrow first.”

     Draco brought out his wand and spoke several different spells in quick succession. All the presents hidden in various rooms come hurtling down the hall and settled themselves nicely under the tree. Enchanted snow began falling from the ceiling, evaporating before it hit the ground and quiet Christmas carols began playing, seemingly from nowhere.

     Draco pocketed his wand and turned to his wife, a smug expression on his face, “Shall we?”

     “Shall we what? Go make a snowman? Yes, I’d like that.” Hermione said, smiling innocently.

     Draco’s mouth dropped and he looked at Hermione with disbelief.

     “A snowman? It’s midnight!”

     Hermione shrugged and stepped into the hallway, “I know, but I have a sudden urge to make one.”

     She beamed at him before turning and walking to the foyer. Sliding on her winter robes, boots and mittens, she opened the front door.

     “Coming?”

     Draco was a split second away from a hissy fit. He’d been wanting to get Hermione back into bed since he first set foot in the Granger’s house that night. It was true, what he had told her. That being around her always made him want sex. He couldn’t help it. To him, Hermione was the sexiest creature on the planet. If she were surrounded by Veelas, he would still gravitate towards her. Sex on legs, that’s what she was.

     Draco shrugged and pulled on his boots and robes. The faster this snowman gets built, the faster she’ll be in my arms.

     Hermione was already in the middle of the yard, rolling a lump of snow across the ground. He pointed his wand to the snow beside her and with a flick of his wrist, a perfect snowman formed next to Hermione. She grumbled something under her breath and knocked the snowman over with her foot.

     “Come on Draco, the muggle way.” She said.

     Draco’s mouth hung open, “You want me to stick my hands in the snow? Crawl around on the cold ground mashing snow together?”

     “Yes,” Hermione said simply.

     “But-but, I’ve never done it that way.”

     “I know. Come here, I’ll teach you.”

     Draco moved to stand beside Hermione, who was on her knees in the snow. He smirked and was about to say something when Hermione grabbed his arm and yanked him down with her.

     She grinned, “I know what you’re thinking. It’d be in your best interest not to say it and instead, start ‘mushing snow together’ as you called it.”

     “Bloody wench.” He muttered, but began scooping up snow.

     For the next half hour, Hermione taught him how to roll the snow across the ground, making the globes for the snowman’s body. Draco stopped to watch her as she finished rolling the orb that was to be its head. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and her eyes were shining. There were small chunks of snow in her hair and Draco couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.

     He’d told Jocelyn that he considered himself lucky to have Hermione, and he hadn’t said it to get in her good graces. He’d been dead serious. She was his angel. His beautiful wife, the mother of his children. He loved her more than he ever thought was possible.

     Draco was suddenly jolted from his thoughts. Hermione had caught him dazing out and dumped a handful of snow down the back of his robes.

     She laughed while he danced around the lawn, frantically trying to get the snow out of his shirt. He stumbled backwards into the half built snowman and it toppled over with Draco landing on top. He laid still for a minute and just when Hermione grew worried and began to run to him, Draco jumped up. Hermione stopped short, giving a yelp and turned to run in the other direction when he charged at her. His long legs out ran hers and he caught up quickly. Grabbing around the waist, he hoisted her up and over his shoulder.

     “Draco! Put me down!” Hermione pleaded.

     Draco only growled at her and walked over to a large pile of fresh powdered snow. Without blinking, he lifted her and tossed her into it. Hermione gasped loudly as her body came in contact with the snow. Draco stood above her laughing and Hermione swung her leg out, knocking Draco off his feet and into the snow with her. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. Taking her face in his hands gently, he kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth for a moment, but drew back in fear of being bit off by Hermione’s chattering teeth.

     Draco pulled away from the kiss to look at her. She was shivering and her lips were blue from being outside so he moved to get up, hauling her up with him.

     “Inside luv, before you catch cold.” He told her.

     “Yes Daddy.” She said playfully, then patted his arse before running up the front steps.

     When she reached the door, she called over her shoulder, “Race you to the shower!”

     She turned and ran upstairs; once again he caught her easily. He scooped her into his arms and continued running down the hall to their bedroom, where their huge shower was waiting.