Christmas at Rosier Park
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
15,045
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own nothing related to the Harry Potter Series, and I make no money from writting this- I gain only joy
Oh, ho, the Mistletoe
Chapter Five: Oh, ho, the Mistletoe
Hermione found herself becoming very fond of Rosier Park and all of her habitants. She looked forward to her time there everyday. Harry, Ron and the others had also noticed the changed in their dearest friend.
When she had arrived Moloch had told her the sad news that he had business to attend to but would be back in time to for their usual tea.
She had waved him goodbye with Farren at one the front step as he popped away. She and the faithful elf then made their way to the attic.
A few hours in and Hermione made a most wonderful discovery.
“Farren, come look at this!” she said exactly and the little elf scurried over to look into the giant chest Hermione had just unlocked.
The little elf stood on his tiptoes his large nose hanging over the edge of the chest.
“Oh miss!” he squeaked his pointed ears twitching with excitement.
“I think this could all go to good use in the parlor.”
“Yes it would miss!” The two shared a cheeky smile and popped down to the parlor, there was lots to do.
**
Draco was finishing up his meeting with the goblins. All his business ventures were turn more than decent profit and the other houses in his name could be reopened at any time, since they had been cleared of all “dark” artifacts by the ministry.
The three goblins that handled all his accounts where the only ones that knew his true identity and had all that had made him Draco- his wand, his Hogwarts truck filled with all his school things, the few photos he had of his mother and old friends.
He tried not to look at them often, but today he was particularly missing the wizard her once was.
Well not the selfish prat part, but the actually being- real.
After a long walk down memory lane, Draco changed back to Moloch.
He bid farewell to the goblins and made his way back home, a smile turning up his lips, knowing Hermione would be there.
When he made his way through the door he was greeted by Farren.
“Did Master have a good day?” he asked
“No to bad, where is Hermione?”
“She is in the parlor, but she said master must put this on first.” The little elf held up a length of black cloth.
“What?”
“Master has a surprise!” Farren explained excitedly.
“Ahh,” he said understanding and tying the length around his eyes. He took a quick trip into the proverbial gutter- another use for this blindfold coming to mind.
Farren took hold of his master’s large hand and guided him into the parlor.
“Welcome home.” The soft voice of his witch and the blindfold melted away to reveal a true Christmas miracle.
The parlor was now a wonderland. Every surface was decorated with garland, candles and antique Christmas decorations. The stunning cut crystal ornaments hung from a tree by the large window and Hermione was next to holding out a silver star, embedded with rubies.
“Your ancestors left you some Christmas joy, I hope you don’t mind that I brought it all down.”
“Not at all, I don’t think this room has ever looked so good.” Moloch smiled down at the woman who never ceased to amaze him.
“I saved the star for you, my father would always put the star on the tree,” she explained handing him the tree-topper.
Moloch took it from her, letting his fingers brush softly against hers. Hopping up on the step stool he placed completed the beautiful tree.
He stepped back, taking her hand “Come, let’s take a look.”
He lead her to the entry way and they took in the sight before them.
“Thank you so much Hermione.” Moloch took a chance and reach his hand out and brushed his fingers over her knuckles.
She smiled and slipped her fingers between his, “You are very welcome, now come on, I made tea.”
Hermione attempted to drag him along but they soon found out that was not an option.
“What?” Hermione asked nudging against an invisible.
“Umm, Hermione what do you know of magical mistletoe?”
“Is it different for everyday mistletoe?”
“Oh yes, you only get away, if you kiss the person you are with.”
“Oh, ahh.” Hermione stammered
“It’s okay Hermione,” he whispered lifting his hand to her lift her chin “I will be quick,”
“No it’s not that…” she tried to say but his lips touched hers in a feather light brush. Her body acting of its own accord she pressed her mouth harder to his.
She heard him groan, or was it her own moan, as his hand slipped up and cupped her cheek and slipped his other arm around her waist.
Her hands rested on his chest has they pulled away, and as he opened his eyes Hermione knew that they were the silver of storm clouds, that only two wizards she had ever known.
His smile only added to her growing suspicion that the Malfoy heir may well be alive and well.
**
The rest of the day was passed with shy glances and small smiles. When Hermione finally made it home she made a little floo call to her best friend and Master Auror, Harry Potter.
“Harry are you home?” she called out into the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Coming Mione!” she heard followed by footsteps and finally that beloved spectacle wearing face.
“Hello,”
“Hello too you too,” she smiled back.
“So what can I do for you?” he asked
“I need you to do some digging on Moloch, I have this suspicion…” she trailed off.
“Say no more Mione, I am on it. Been a while since I had a good case. Just be careful.”
“I will, see you for dinner on Friday night?”
“Oh yes, love you Mione,”
“Love you too.” She waved goodbye as the flames returned to normal in her hearth.
**
The next few days went by quickly and Moloch was struggling more than ever. Every time he looked at her he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her forever, but he wanted it to be as Draco.
He watched her float around the parlor she had decorated for him. She would make his tea just how he liked it and talk with Farren about the ancestors.
He wanted to throw of his glamour and take her to his chambers and stay there for a week doing sweet pleasurable things together.
A wizard could dream.
What Draco didn’t know was that his desire to show his true self was having and effect on is magic. Hermione had caught a glimpse of platinum hair and a silver gaze following her.
If Harry’s findings did show what she suspected she would be very confused.
**
Friday night Harry came over early with a large binder of parchment.
“Hermione, you may want to sit down for this.” His emerald gaze holding shock and concerned.
“I know its Draco.” She said amused by the shocked expression on her friends face.
“How?” He asked.
“I have my ways, I just want to know why.”
**
A/N: Sorry for the wait, finals are upon me and in my grad program and 80% is failing (eek) not the best editing job, forgive me!
Hermione found herself becoming very fond of Rosier Park and all of her habitants. She looked forward to her time there everyday. Harry, Ron and the others had also noticed the changed in their dearest friend.
When she had arrived Moloch had told her the sad news that he had business to attend to but would be back in time to for their usual tea.
She had waved him goodbye with Farren at one the front step as he popped away. She and the faithful elf then made their way to the attic.
A few hours in and Hermione made a most wonderful discovery.
“Farren, come look at this!” she said exactly and the little elf scurried over to look into the giant chest Hermione had just unlocked.
The little elf stood on his tiptoes his large nose hanging over the edge of the chest.
“Oh miss!” he squeaked his pointed ears twitching with excitement.
“I think this could all go to good use in the parlor.”
“Yes it would miss!” The two shared a cheeky smile and popped down to the parlor, there was lots to do.
**
Draco was finishing up his meeting with the goblins. All his business ventures were turn more than decent profit and the other houses in his name could be reopened at any time, since they had been cleared of all “dark” artifacts by the ministry.
The three goblins that handled all his accounts where the only ones that knew his true identity and had all that had made him Draco- his wand, his Hogwarts truck filled with all his school things, the few photos he had of his mother and old friends.
He tried not to look at them often, but today he was particularly missing the wizard her once was.
Well not the selfish prat part, but the actually being- real.
After a long walk down memory lane, Draco changed back to Moloch.
He bid farewell to the goblins and made his way back home, a smile turning up his lips, knowing Hermione would be there.
When he made his way through the door he was greeted by Farren.
“Did Master have a good day?” he asked
“No to bad, where is Hermione?”
“She is in the parlor, but she said master must put this on first.” The little elf held up a length of black cloth.
“What?”
“Master has a surprise!” Farren explained excitedly.
“Ahh,” he said understanding and tying the length around his eyes. He took a quick trip into the proverbial gutter- another use for this blindfold coming to mind.
Farren took hold of his master’s large hand and guided him into the parlor.
“Welcome home.” The soft voice of his witch and the blindfold melted away to reveal a true Christmas miracle.
The parlor was now a wonderland. Every surface was decorated with garland, candles and antique Christmas decorations. The stunning cut crystal ornaments hung from a tree by the large window and Hermione was next to holding out a silver star, embedded with rubies.
“Your ancestors left you some Christmas joy, I hope you don’t mind that I brought it all down.”
“Not at all, I don’t think this room has ever looked so good.” Moloch smiled down at the woman who never ceased to amaze him.
“I saved the star for you, my father would always put the star on the tree,” she explained handing him the tree-topper.
Moloch took it from her, letting his fingers brush softly against hers. Hopping up on the step stool he placed completed the beautiful tree.
He stepped back, taking her hand “Come, let’s take a look.”
He lead her to the entry way and they took in the sight before them.
“Thank you so much Hermione.” Moloch took a chance and reach his hand out and brushed his fingers over her knuckles.
She smiled and slipped her fingers between his, “You are very welcome, now come on, I made tea.”
Hermione attempted to drag him along but they soon found out that was not an option.
“What?” Hermione asked nudging against an invisible.
“Umm, Hermione what do you know of magical mistletoe?”
“Is it different for everyday mistletoe?”
“Oh yes, you only get away, if you kiss the person you are with.”
“Oh, ahh.” Hermione stammered
“It’s okay Hermione,” he whispered lifting his hand to her lift her chin “I will be quick,”
“No it’s not that…” she tried to say but his lips touched hers in a feather light brush. Her body acting of its own accord she pressed her mouth harder to his.
She heard him groan, or was it her own moan, as his hand slipped up and cupped her cheek and slipped his other arm around her waist.
Her hands rested on his chest has they pulled away, and as he opened his eyes Hermione knew that they were the silver of storm clouds, that only two wizards she had ever known.
His smile only added to her growing suspicion that the Malfoy heir may well be alive and well.
**
The rest of the day was passed with shy glances and small smiles. When Hermione finally made it home she made a little floo call to her best friend and Master Auror, Harry Potter.
“Harry are you home?” she called out into the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Coming Mione!” she heard followed by footsteps and finally that beloved spectacle wearing face.
“Hello,”
“Hello too you too,” she smiled back.
“So what can I do for you?” he asked
“I need you to do some digging on Moloch, I have this suspicion…” she trailed off.
“Say no more Mione, I am on it. Been a while since I had a good case. Just be careful.”
“I will, see you for dinner on Friday night?”
“Oh yes, love you Mione,”
“Love you too.” She waved goodbye as the flames returned to normal in her hearth.
**
The next few days went by quickly and Moloch was struggling more than ever. Every time he looked at her he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her forever, but he wanted it to be as Draco.
He watched her float around the parlor she had decorated for him. She would make his tea just how he liked it and talk with Farren about the ancestors.
He wanted to throw of his glamour and take her to his chambers and stay there for a week doing sweet pleasurable things together.
A wizard could dream.
What Draco didn’t know was that his desire to show his true self was having and effect on is magic. Hermione had caught a glimpse of platinum hair and a silver gaze following her.
If Harry’s findings did show what she suspected she would be very confused.
**
Friday night Harry came over early with a large binder of parchment.
“Hermione, you may want to sit down for this.” His emerald gaze holding shock and concerned.
“I know its Draco.” She said amused by the shocked expression on her friends face.
“How?” He asked.
“I have my ways, I just want to know why.”
**
A/N: Sorry for the wait, finals are upon me and in my grad program and 80% is failing (eek) not the best editing job, forgive me!