Christmas at the Burrow

Author: Bella Ireland
Title: Christmas at the Burrow
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: All the books.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I just own the plot. No money is being made by this fic.

A/N: It was written as a Secret Santa present for RavenclawGrrl. Hope you all enjoy it. It is a one shot. No sequel is planned.

Christmas at the Burrow

Harry stood outside the Burrow listening to the sounds coming from within. He had not been sure if he was going to accept Molly and Arthur’s invitation until he found out that Hermione would be there. This would be their first Christmas since the end of the war; their first Christmas free to pursue a romantic relationship. Hermione had been studying at Hogwarts beneath Severus, perfecting her potion making in order to take on an apprenticeship to Madam Pomfrey. Harry had been tying up loose ends with the Ministry and had been helping Remus make Grimmauld Place inhabitable once again before taking over as the flying instructor at Hogwarts. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together, but the owls had been plentiful and the letters rather lengthy.

Ron was in Romania helping Charlie and neither of them would be able to return home for Christmas. Molly was a bit sad, but the prospect of Harry and Hermione both being there brought her spirits up. Ginny would be having Draco there, and secretly, Harry wouldn’t have missed that dinner for all the galleons in the world.

Draco and Ginny had fallen in love shortly before the war ended. Severus had asked Ginny to become Draco’s Secret Keeper, and during the four months she kept him hid, they fell in love. That was over five months ago, and surprisingly to everyone, Draco was completely devoted to her. His family fortune had been squandered away by the war, yet he still kept his head held high and treated Ginny better than anyone ever did before. Molly and Arthur were proud of Draco, and they were supportive of their love. However, her two trouble making twin brothers still felt compelled to torment Draco whenever they got the chance.

Harry held his head closer to the door listening to the end of an argument between Ginny and George. Apparently, they had done something to Draco, but he dn’tdn’t hear what it was. He raised his hand to knock when a gentle voice behind him sent chills down his spine.

“I was hoping you would come.” Harry turned around to see Hermione standing right behind him. The hood of her cloak was shadowing her face, yet he could see her ruby lips glistening in the moonlight.

“I could say the same for you as well.” Harry immediately pulled down the hood of her cloak, and pulled her to him for a hug. He had waited so long to smell her perfume, so long to feel her soft, velvety skin. This intense desire to have her had overcome him the last time she stayed at Grimmauld Place. They drank a bit too much champagne, and both felt a bit vulnerable and let their actions be carried away. They stopped long before they made love, however they couldn’t ignore the love and the attraction that had awoken between them.

That was over three months ago, and Harry vowed that he didn’t care where they were the next time they were together. He was going to make love to her, and Hermione would finally be his. Little did he know, but Hermione had made the same vow.

Hermione held him close to her, breathing in his wonderful scent. She had bought Harry cologne for part of his birthday present, and he always wore it around her. “I’ve missed you.” She tilted up her head, and gently brushed her lips over his. Harry parted his mouth slightly and allowed her tongue entrance. She gently inserted her tongue into his mouth, yet quickly pulled away.

Harry gave her a mock glare and she only smiled larger. “Behave you. We’re just outside the door.”

“I know. Kind of adds a thrill, don’t you think?” At that moment, Ginny opened the door.

“Ohhh…. They’re here!!!!!” Molly and Arthur soon joined Ginny at the door.

“Come in, come in. You’ll catch your death out there.” Molly ushered them in while Arthur took their cloaks and luggage. “How long have you two been out there? Must’ve been knocking for ages. Poor Hermione must have been freezing out there. You’re a true gentlemen Harry for keeping her warm.”

Harry blushed and Ginny just winked. “We hadn’t been out there long. I just arrived and Hermione was right behind me.” Harry entered the sitting room and sat on the sofa by Draco. Ginny and Hermione followed Molly into the kitchen to help her finish dinner.

“So Potter, is everything alright at the Ministry?”

“Yes, seems that things are finally falling in order there. The last trial begins next week. Hopefully after it ends I’ll be at Hogwarts full time.”

Draco handed Harry a tumbler of Scotch. “Here’s to a new year, eh?” Harry toasted Draco and watched as Hermione and Ginny brought in the last of the decorations.

“So, when are you going to make an honest woman out of Ginny?” Harry watched the blush creep up Draco’s face.

“Well, not until I have enough money to support us both. Right now, it is nearly impossible to find a job that pays well. Especially considering my last name. No one wants to hire the son of a Death Eater. It has been really hard.” Harry felt bad for Draco. He wished there was something he could do for him, and then it hit him.

“You know Draco, Quality Quidditch Supplies is up for sale. I’ve been toying with the idea of buying it, but I don’t have enough time to run the shop by myself. Would you be interested in managing it for me? In exchange, I can pay you one third of the shop’s monthly profits and give you the apartment above the shop until you find a home of your own.” Draco’s eyes lit up.

“Really Potter? You’d pay me that much to run the shop?”

“Well, I spoke to the owner and it seems that the only other prospective buyer wants to turn it into another robe shop. All I have to do is owl him and let him know I’m interested in it. He’ll have me running the shop by the end of the year. I cannot run it myself. I would need to be able to depend on you.”

“I’d do it Harry. Thanks so much. I can’t believe how this Christmas is turning out.”

Draco shook Harry’s hand and Harry felt a sense of satisfaction overcome him. He was putting his money to good use. And, he wanted to see Draco and Ginny do well. Although Draco still wasn’t his favorite person, they had come a long way with their friendship. Not to mention that if he and Hermione were to pursue a relationship together, he’d be seeing a lot more of Draco since Ginny was Hermione’s best friend.

Hermione noticed the hand shake and gave Harry a quizzical look. Harry mouthed the word “later” and started a conversation with Fred and George about the newest inventions for their shop. Harry still was their silent partner, and the shop was thriving. They were considering expanding into other cities and Harry was thrilled with their success.

Molly announced it was time for dinner and everyone made their way into the kitchen to eat. Everyone was seated near their partner, and Hermione found herself sitting between Draco and Harry. All through the dinner Harry had kept his foot locked with hers, gently rubbing up her calf, sending shivers up her spine. Oh, yes. He was in for it as soon as she got him alone.

After dinner, Molly instructed everyone to go into the living room so that she could pass out the presents she had gotten for everyone. Harry and Hermione retrieved the presents they had brought for their friends, and soon the living room was covered with remnants of wrapping paper and streamers from Fred and George’s exploding wrapping paper.

Hermione opened her present from Harry to find a small note inside. It read:

“Meet me at midnight beneath the tree,
Your present of love will be waiting for thee.”

Hermione blushed and put the note safely within her pocket. Harry just smiled, however their little display did not go by unnoticed by the other occupants. After everyone was finished opening presents, they decided on playing a few games to pass the time away. Ginny and Draco played exploding snap with Harry and Hermione until nearly eleven-thirty. Harry pretended to be tired and made his way up to Ron’s room where he would be sharing with Draco. Hermione caught onte hie hint, and nearly dragged Ginny up to bed. Molly and Arthur had already retired for the night, and Fred, George, Percy and Bill all would be returning the following morning for breakfast.

As Draco and Ginny said their good nights, Harry changed into his pajamas and waited for Draco to enter. As soon as he came in, Harry shut the door behind him.

“Alright Draco, listen up. I am sure you’d much rather be sharing a room with Ginny as opposed to me. Am I right?”

“No one’s that thick Potter. Of course I’d rather be in there with her. And, from the way you and Granger have been ogling each other all night, you’d rather her be in here, instead of me.”

“Good, we’re on the same page. I’ve got something planned so here is what you’ve got to do. Distract Ginny, yet keep and eye and ear out for Molly and Arthur. Can you do that?”

“Oh yeah, I’m not a Slytherin for nothing.”

“Good, good. Just, stay up here. If someone is coming, make a loud noise or something. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry finished changing and took Hermione’s present from his pocket and apparated downstairs. He lit a few small candles when he heard her coming down the steps. She wore a blue nightgown with a pale blue robe overtop. Harry couldn’t wait to see what she had on underneath

“Hello.” She smiled fondly at him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Hello yourself.” He returned the kiss, and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa next to him.

“Hermione, we really need to talk about this relationship we have. It’s nerve wracking to say the least. I know you feel the same way I do. I can see it in your eyes. I am tired of not being able to hold you when I want to. I am tired of sleeping alone, wondering if you’re thinking of me too. Not to mention the considerable amount of ink and parchment I have used. I didn’t write this much in school.”

Hermione chuckled at him. He was saying all the things she wanted to say.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love getting owls from you, but I want to be able to tell you those things in person. Not on paper.” He wrapped her hands around his. “I have never been in love before; however, I think that right now I am falling in love with you. I can’t stop thinking of you. Do you know how many times over the past month I’ve called Remus Hermione? He’s beginning to think I’ve gone nutters.”

Hermione giggled. ry, ry, I feel the same as you do. I’ve been thinking of you all the time. You’re in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my fantasies.”

“Ooh, your fantasies, eh? Care to share any of them with me?” Hermione’s tone became serious.

“Well, I have fantasized about tonight, and what I’d like to do to you, right here.” Harry’s pants immediately began to tighten.

“Right here? What about Molly and Arthur? Or Ginny and Draco?”

Hermione straddled his hips. She placed a soft kiss on Harry’s lips. “I believe that Ginny and Draco’s thoughts are along the same line as ours. She couldn’t wait to get me out of her room.” She began to nibble on his earlobe gently. His breath hitched in his throat. He knew she could feel his erection, but he didn’t care. He desperately wanted to bury himself deep within her.

“And, Molly and Arthur are fast asleep by now. Don’t tell me you’re not up for a bit of an adventure?”

“I think what you’re feeling beneath your botrighright now is proof enough that I’m up for anything.” Harry cautiously ran one finger up her shoulder and gently brought it down between her breasts. “You see, I had planned to seduce you this evening, “Mione.”

He softly kissed just above her right breast, cupping it tenderly in his hand. “Your skin is so soft. Almost like velvet.”

He continued to kiss her breast and carefully removed her robe from her shoulders, leaving her clad in only her soft, satin nightgown. “Do you feel this Hermione? Do you feel what you do to me?” He pushed his hips up into her bottom, making sure to rub his erection against her sex. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

“Yes Harry, I feel you. Please don’t stop.”

Harry lifted her up from his lap and gently placed her down on the floor beside the Christmas tree. He carefully slid up her nightgown, and was stunned to see she had decided against wearing panties. Harry slowly kissed over the tops of her thighs, carefully making his way up to thnctuncture of her hip and pelvis. She had a tiny, soft patch of curls just above her clitoris. He caressed the outside of her folds, and slowly began to thrust one finger in and out of her.

“Harry, my Gods that feels good.” He smiled up at her and went back to teasing her. He stuck out his long tongue and gently grazed across her clit. He was firm, yet gentle in kissing her sex, all the while he kept thrusting his finger in her.

“God, your mouth is sinful.” Hermione began to moan incoherently, mumbling words of love and desire to Harry. Just when he thought she would come, she pushed his head off of her sex, and pulled him on top of her. “Harry, I could let you do that forever, but our first time, I want it to be like this. Us making love together, coming together.”

Hermione’s small fingers pushed down Harry’s pajama bottoms, and she wrapped her hand around his prick. Her hands were ice cold, and it sent a shock of both pleasure and pain straight through Harry. She guided him towards her opening, and he carefully pushed into her warm, moist center.

It was tight, and warm, and wet, and all the things Harry knew it would be. It was better than it had ever been before, yet he knew it would be better the next time. She was the epitome of everything he wanted, everything he desired, everything he craved. He wondered how had survived this long without knowing how good it was to be inside of her.

Harry began with gentle, careful thrusts. They slowly met one another, both taking their turn to moan and whisper sweet nothings into the other one’s ears. Hermione felt Harry growing harder, and his thrusts began to get faster and more forceful. She felt her impending climax rising, and bit down hard on Harry’s shoulder to stifle her cries of release. Harry grunted and came just as he felt her muscles clenching around him. She kissed him gently as he pulled out of her.

Hermione whispered a cleaning charm, and Harry pulled her off of the floor and into his arms. “Hermione that was better than I ever dreamed it would be.”

“I can’t imagine ever going another day without making love to you, Harry.” He kissed her forehead and told her he loved her. “I can’t wait for us to be together at Hogwarts.”

“Neither can I love.” Harry reached into his pocket and removed the present he had bought for her. “Here, I believe I promised you a present if you came down here.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Yes you did. I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” They both laughed quietly and she opened the small box. Inside, she found a gold chain with a ruby and sapphire pendant. “Harry, it’s beautiful.”

He reached around and took the necklace from her. “Here, let me put it on you.” She lifted her hair so he could close the clasp and as he did, he placed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. “I love you Hermione. And I intend to tell you that everyday for the rest of your life.”

She turned in his lap and kissed him. “And I intend to wake up in your arms everyday for the rest of my life.”

“Umm… It seems we have an arrangement then, don’t we?”

“It would appear so Mr. Potter. Shake on it?”

“Nah, I’ve got something better in mind.” Just as he leaned his head over to kiss her, he heard a loud noise come from above them. Harry knew that was the signal.

“Hermione, hurry, apparate into Ron’s room, quickly.” They both apparated just as Arthur came down the stairs to retrieve a glass of water. He smiled as he noticed Hermione’s robe on the sofa, and the opened gift box lying on the floor.

“It appears I’m not the only one that got an early Christmas present.” Arthur made his way into the kitchen, humming quietly to himself. He retrieved his glass of water and took what was left of the whipped cream with him. “I wonder what we could do with this.” He chuckled to himself as he went back upstairs.

Harry and Hermione heard him shut the door, as they snuggled into the warmth of the flannel sheets. “Happy Christmas, Love.” Hermione kissed him on the cheek.

“Happy Christmas to you too, Harry.” They snuggled into the warmth of each other, both dreaming of the wonderful future that they knew they’d share together.


The End