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Unexpected Hero
Complete - Based on the Love Actually Challenge from Granger Enchanted - enjoy!
Unexpected Hero
From the Granger Enchanted Christmas Challenge – Love Actually
Prompt: 'I've enchanted the mistletoe,' He whispered and leaned in to kiss her... (He had kept his feelings a secret for almost a decade)
It had been eight years since the end of the Great War. Not the muggle World War I, but the Great War of the wizarding world that almost destroyed not one, but two cultures. The muggles had no idea. Most slept in peace without the slightest inkling how close they had come to complete annihilation. If the Order of the Phoenix had failed, the persecution of muggle-born witches and wizards would have only been the beginning, and it would not have been enough for a madman like Voldemort. The muggle world would have been the next target, and the results would have been catastrophic.
But, it did not end that way, thanks in large part to a handful of unexpected heroes. A young man with perpetually rumpled black hair and somewhat nerdy glasses; his awkward yet loyal ginger-haired friend; one of the most intelligent witches of her generation; others that were fighting just to have a life of peace; and another even more unexpected hero. A young man who walked away from everything he had ever known...his family, friends, his wealth and a legacy that went back to the origins of the wizarding world. When ultimately faced with the choice of perpetual darkness with no choice or freedom, Draco Malfoy had turned his back on everything. He was the most unexpected hero of them all.
********
Christmas was always a bit of an awkward time of year at the Burrow for Hermione, even more awkward since she had ended her relationship with Ron almost seven years before. After more than six years of conflict and the loss of their carefree, teenage years, Hermione and Ron had started a relationship that was founded more on a profound sense of relief than anything else. Fortunately, after her experience of war and loss, Hermione was also deeply reflective, and when Ron had started to hint that a proposal of the permanent sort was on the way, she sat him down and calmly explained all of the reasons why they would not work over the long haul, not the least of which being that she loved him...like a brother and nothing more.
Of course, Ron took this as badly as one might expect, and proceeded to cultivate as many allies as he could to reinforce his battered self-esteem. This led to an awkward few months where Ron was coddled by his mother and sister, and Hermione felt more isolated than ever, as none of the Weasley family wanted to risk the matriarch’s wrath. It took Harry and Arthur losing their tempers and providing their own silent treatment before Molly and Ginny really understood that it was not a ‘good guy, bad guy’ kind of situation, but simply a case of young love running its course. And that it had been horribly unfair to Hermione, who had lost more than most with the attack on her parents, to lose her adoptive family as well.
Still, even after all this time and Ron’s recent engagement to Susan Bones, Christmas at the Burrow was awkward for Hermione. Ron still occasionally cast the odd wistful glance her way, or bragged so often and loudly about how happy he was with his fiancée that Hermione would have been more than happy for Christmas on her own. But she would have persevered all of this and more for that one unexpected hero who had lost everything by choice and spent his holiday under more scrutiny than she did. Draco came to the Burrow every year, even though some members of the Order of the Phoenix were less than welcoming. Hermione had vowed that as long as he was there, she would be, too.
********
When Draco had gone to Dumbledore and offered himself to the Order, he was giving up everything. After all of the sacrifices that Snape had made as a spy, the Headmaster did not have the heart to ask another person to follow that same path, regardless of the potential advantage. So Draco was sent in to hiding with Remus and Tonks. During that time, he not only got to know his cousin, and then baby Teddy, but Draco also got to see what a loving, mutually respectful adult relationship looked like and he vowed to himself that he would accept nothing less. And he already knew who he wanted that relationship with...and he knew that to the core of his being. That was why, every Christmas he put up with the glares and silent accusations at the Burrow. He knew that Hermione would always be there.
********
Christmas in a full house with even one youngster was always fun, and this year at the Burrow was no exception. Between the antics of Teddy and Victoire, the laughter and teasing among the adults and a healthy supply of practical jokes courtesy of George Weasley, there was not one person that had not laughed at some point during the day. Even Draco, from his secluded spot in the corner of the sitting room had chuckled a time or two. Hermione knew this because she always watched; wanting to be sure that he was at least partly engaged in the festivities. It was after one chuckle almost became a full on laugh that Draco looked up and made eye-contact with Hermione from across the room that they both stopped laughing and were caught in each other’s gaze. Around them, people were still reminiscing and laughing. Out of nowhere, a small piece of mistletoe appeared. At first, it floated calmly around the room, pausing every so often over a couple that were more than ready to share the tradition of a kiss. However, as time passed, the mistletoe became more insistent – fluttering about like a hummingbird. Hermione laughed at its movements and smiled softly at the shared kisses but did not really take it seriously. Draco also watched the movement of the enchanted mistletoe, but unbeknownst to others in the room, subtle sweeps and shifts of his wand were directing it the entire time.
It was well after midnight on the day after Christmas, and gradually people had begun to find their way to bed. Hermione sat, staring into the fire as the last couple bade her goodnight, offering hugs and gentle bussing on the cheek as they went. Thinking that she was alone in the room, Hermione brought her feet up to the edge of the sofa, hugging her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She loved these simple, quiet moments watching the flames glow and flicker as they consumed each log.
A movement out of the corner of her eye startled her until she looked up to see Draco shifting to settle beside her. For a long time, they sat beside each other watching the dance of the flames. Moments passed before either worked up the nerve to speak to each other.
“Have you enjoyed this Christmas?” Draco asked softly, turning slightly to watch the light dance over Hermione’s curls.
“Yes I have”, she answered with a soft smile. “Christmas has always been a favourite time of year, more now than ever”. She did not need to explain. Draco completely understood that feeling.
“How about you?” Hermione queried back. “Is this Christmas what you wanted it to be?” Draco paused for a moment before answering, staring into the flames. He waited so long to answer that Hermione felt he was going to ignore the question entirely.
“It is alright”, Draco answered with a wry grin. “Every year gets a little easier.” Without thinking, Hermione shifted over so that she was resting against his side, and reached out to clasp his hand in her own. Draco responded by wrapping his arm around her shoulders and cuddling her tight against his body. Just as they were getting comfortable sitting so closely, the mistletoe that Hermione thought had finished for the night zoomed off of its resting place on the mantle and started to buzz incessantly around their heads. As if shooing away an annoying fly, she moved her free hand to wave away the annoying greenery. She did it with a giggle, especially when the small spray of leaves and berries decided that it was a game.
Hermione was so occupied, that she missed the way Draco was watching her, eyes warm and sparking with desire for this witch, and only this witch. With one last giggle, she turned to ask him another question but the words died on her lips. No man had ever looked at her this way before; like he wanted to hold her, kiss her and consume her, all with one look.
“Draco”, she whispered cautiously as he moved even closer and lowered his face to her. ‘This is it’, she thought to herself with a delicious shudder. ‘He is finally going to kiss me!’ Hermione closed her eyes, waiting to feel the press of his lips against hers. Instead, they found a spot at the corner of her mouth and Draco pressed delicate whispers of his lips to her skin all the way to the shell of her ear. Moving even closer, he ran his tongue around the fleshy lobe before taking a small bite. Hermione was starting to squirm. No one had ever moved her to such a state of arousal by doing so little. Except for the arm around her shoulder and his lips on her ear, Draco was barely touching her, yet she was burning for him. Who was she kidding, Hermione thought in a daze, she always burned for him; she just never wanted to admit it.
The mischievous mistletoe chose that moment to buzz their heads yet again. Draco laughed softly against her ear before pressing a kiss to that delicious spot where the lobe met the skin of her neck. Hermione’s patience was starting to run thin.
“Draco”, she started in a bit of a huff, “if you do not kiss me already, I am going to blast this damn mistletoe!” To her chagrin, he just moved closer, twisting so that he could hug her tightly against his chest.
“There is something that I have to tell you”, he said. “I’ve enchanted the mistletoe”, he whispered and leaned in to kiss her. A half hour later still found them kissing, wrapped around each other, in the dying light of the fire.
*********
The kiss was everything Draco thought it could be and more. Briefly, he had worried that his imagination of this moment might over shadow reality. He had never been so glad to be so wrong about anything. He had kept his feelings a secret for almost a decade, and now Hermione was in his arms, letting her mouth be ravaged by his kiss, and ravaging him in return.
********
Almost an hour later, Draco finally pushed himself away from Hermione. She lay back, breathing heavily, her lips swollen from his kisses and love bites. Her face was the picture of beauty and contentment. He smiled down at her, before reaching out, tracing the line of her sweater over the swell of her breast. Her eyes flashed open at the new feeling.
“Draco?” she asked with a grin.
“Yes”, he answered.
“Let’s get out of here. I don’t fancy our first time being on the sofa in the Weasley’s front room.” Draco howled with laughter. It was exactly the last thing he expected her to say, yet also the most wonderful thing she could have said. Yet another reason to love her.
“Alright”, he replied, scooping her into his arms. “Let’s head to my place. Leave a note so they don’t worry.” With a swish of her wand, a note explaining her absence flew off to rest on the dining room table and with the familiar tug to behind their belly buttons; they were whisked off to Draco’s flat.
********
It all happened so quickly, that Hermione was surprised that she could remember it all so clearly. That first time with Draco, barely making it to the sofa, let alone the bedroom, before they had ripped each other’s clothes off and he was thrusting into her like a rutting bull. Even now, she shuddered at the memory. Hermione had never been so thoroughly shagged while feeling so completely cherished at the same time. He had confessed everything to her that night; his feelings for her, and how long he had felt them. Draco also explained why he waited so long to make his move. She had been stretched out on his bed, completely naked holding him to her chest and rubbing his back. Draco, also naked, had clung to her like a life line as he spilled out all of his feelings. Hermione knew at that moment and without any doubt that this was her future; HE was her future.
And now a year later and eight months after their hurried nuptials, she was about to give him the best Christmas present. Their future was about to be expanded by one, due to arrive somewhere around the beginning of June. She smiled at the knowledge, and rushed to the sitting room when she heard the floo activate. She rushed to his arms and kissed him deeply. Draco just laughed and held her even tighter. He might be an unexpected hero, but what his wife was about to tell him was not unexpected in the least.
Unexpected Hero
From the Granger Enchanted Christmas Challenge – Love Actually
Prompt: 'I've enchanted the mistletoe,' He whispered and leaned in to kiss her... (He had kept his feelings a secret for almost a decade)
It had been eight years since the end of the Great War. Not the muggle World War I, but the Great War of the wizarding world that almost destroyed not one, but two cultures. The muggles had no idea. Most slept in peace without the slightest inkling how close they had come to complete annihilation. If the Order of the Phoenix had failed, the persecution of muggle-born witches and wizards would have only been the beginning, and it would not have been enough for a madman like Voldemort. The muggle world would have been the next target, and the results would have been catastrophic.
But, it did not end that way, thanks in large part to a handful of unexpected heroes. A young man with perpetually rumpled black hair and somewhat nerdy glasses; his awkward yet loyal ginger-haired friend; one of the most intelligent witches of her generation; others that were fighting just to have a life of peace; and another even more unexpected hero. A young man who walked away from everything he had ever known...his family, friends, his wealth and a legacy that went back to the origins of the wizarding world. When ultimately faced with the choice of perpetual darkness with no choice or freedom, Draco Malfoy had turned his back on everything. He was the most unexpected hero of them all.
********
Christmas was always a bit of an awkward time of year at the Burrow for Hermione, even more awkward since she had ended her relationship with Ron almost seven years before. After more than six years of conflict and the loss of their carefree, teenage years, Hermione and Ron had started a relationship that was founded more on a profound sense of relief than anything else. Fortunately, after her experience of war and loss, Hermione was also deeply reflective, and when Ron had started to hint that a proposal of the permanent sort was on the way, she sat him down and calmly explained all of the reasons why they would not work over the long haul, not the least of which being that she loved him...like a brother and nothing more.
Of course, Ron took this as badly as one might expect, and proceeded to cultivate as many allies as he could to reinforce his battered self-esteem. This led to an awkward few months where Ron was coddled by his mother and sister, and Hermione felt more isolated than ever, as none of the Weasley family wanted to risk the matriarch’s wrath. It took Harry and Arthur losing their tempers and providing their own silent treatment before Molly and Ginny really understood that it was not a ‘good guy, bad guy’ kind of situation, but simply a case of young love running its course. And that it had been horribly unfair to Hermione, who had lost more than most with the attack on her parents, to lose her adoptive family as well.
Still, even after all this time and Ron’s recent engagement to Susan Bones, Christmas at the Burrow was awkward for Hermione. Ron still occasionally cast the odd wistful glance her way, or bragged so often and loudly about how happy he was with his fiancée that Hermione would have been more than happy for Christmas on her own. But she would have persevered all of this and more for that one unexpected hero who had lost everything by choice and spent his holiday under more scrutiny than she did. Draco came to the Burrow every year, even though some members of the Order of the Phoenix were less than welcoming. Hermione had vowed that as long as he was there, she would be, too.
********
When Draco had gone to Dumbledore and offered himself to the Order, he was giving up everything. After all of the sacrifices that Snape had made as a spy, the Headmaster did not have the heart to ask another person to follow that same path, regardless of the potential advantage. So Draco was sent in to hiding with Remus and Tonks. During that time, he not only got to know his cousin, and then baby Teddy, but Draco also got to see what a loving, mutually respectful adult relationship looked like and he vowed to himself that he would accept nothing less. And he already knew who he wanted that relationship with...and he knew that to the core of his being. That was why, every Christmas he put up with the glares and silent accusations at the Burrow. He knew that Hermione would always be there.
********
Christmas in a full house with even one youngster was always fun, and this year at the Burrow was no exception. Between the antics of Teddy and Victoire, the laughter and teasing among the adults and a healthy supply of practical jokes courtesy of George Weasley, there was not one person that had not laughed at some point during the day. Even Draco, from his secluded spot in the corner of the sitting room had chuckled a time or two. Hermione knew this because she always watched; wanting to be sure that he was at least partly engaged in the festivities. It was after one chuckle almost became a full on laugh that Draco looked up and made eye-contact with Hermione from across the room that they both stopped laughing and were caught in each other’s gaze. Around them, people were still reminiscing and laughing. Out of nowhere, a small piece of mistletoe appeared. At first, it floated calmly around the room, pausing every so often over a couple that were more than ready to share the tradition of a kiss. However, as time passed, the mistletoe became more insistent – fluttering about like a hummingbird. Hermione laughed at its movements and smiled softly at the shared kisses but did not really take it seriously. Draco also watched the movement of the enchanted mistletoe, but unbeknownst to others in the room, subtle sweeps and shifts of his wand were directing it the entire time.
It was well after midnight on the day after Christmas, and gradually people had begun to find their way to bed. Hermione sat, staring into the fire as the last couple bade her goodnight, offering hugs and gentle bussing on the cheek as they went. Thinking that she was alone in the room, Hermione brought her feet up to the edge of the sofa, hugging her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She loved these simple, quiet moments watching the flames glow and flicker as they consumed each log.
A movement out of the corner of her eye startled her until she looked up to see Draco shifting to settle beside her. For a long time, they sat beside each other watching the dance of the flames. Moments passed before either worked up the nerve to speak to each other.
“Have you enjoyed this Christmas?” Draco asked softly, turning slightly to watch the light dance over Hermione’s curls.
“Yes I have”, she answered with a soft smile. “Christmas has always been a favourite time of year, more now than ever”. She did not need to explain. Draco completely understood that feeling.
“How about you?” Hermione queried back. “Is this Christmas what you wanted it to be?” Draco paused for a moment before answering, staring into the flames. He waited so long to answer that Hermione felt he was going to ignore the question entirely.
“It is alright”, Draco answered with a wry grin. “Every year gets a little easier.” Without thinking, Hermione shifted over so that she was resting against his side, and reached out to clasp his hand in her own. Draco responded by wrapping his arm around her shoulders and cuddling her tight against his body. Just as they were getting comfortable sitting so closely, the mistletoe that Hermione thought had finished for the night zoomed off of its resting place on the mantle and started to buzz incessantly around their heads. As if shooing away an annoying fly, she moved her free hand to wave away the annoying greenery. She did it with a giggle, especially when the small spray of leaves and berries decided that it was a game.
Hermione was so occupied, that she missed the way Draco was watching her, eyes warm and sparking with desire for this witch, and only this witch. With one last giggle, she turned to ask him another question but the words died on her lips. No man had ever looked at her this way before; like he wanted to hold her, kiss her and consume her, all with one look.
“Draco”, she whispered cautiously as he moved even closer and lowered his face to her. ‘This is it’, she thought to herself with a delicious shudder. ‘He is finally going to kiss me!’ Hermione closed her eyes, waiting to feel the press of his lips against hers. Instead, they found a spot at the corner of her mouth and Draco pressed delicate whispers of his lips to her skin all the way to the shell of her ear. Moving even closer, he ran his tongue around the fleshy lobe before taking a small bite. Hermione was starting to squirm. No one had ever moved her to such a state of arousal by doing so little. Except for the arm around her shoulder and his lips on her ear, Draco was barely touching her, yet she was burning for him. Who was she kidding, Hermione thought in a daze, she always burned for him; she just never wanted to admit it.
The mischievous mistletoe chose that moment to buzz their heads yet again. Draco laughed softly against her ear before pressing a kiss to that delicious spot where the lobe met the skin of her neck. Hermione’s patience was starting to run thin.
“Draco”, she started in a bit of a huff, “if you do not kiss me already, I am going to blast this damn mistletoe!” To her chagrin, he just moved closer, twisting so that he could hug her tightly against his chest.
“There is something that I have to tell you”, he said. “I’ve enchanted the mistletoe”, he whispered and leaned in to kiss her. A half hour later still found them kissing, wrapped around each other, in the dying light of the fire.
*********
The kiss was everything Draco thought it could be and more. Briefly, he had worried that his imagination of this moment might over shadow reality. He had never been so glad to be so wrong about anything. He had kept his feelings a secret for almost a decade, and now Hermione was in his arms, letting her mouth be ravaged by his kiss, and ravaging him in return.
********
Almost an hour later, Draco finally pushed himself away from Hermione. She lay back, breathing heavily, her lips swollen from his kisses and love bites. Her face was the picture of beauty and contentment. He smiled down at her, before reaching out, tracing the line of her sweater over the swell of her breast. Her eyes flashed open at the new feeling.
“Draco?” she asked with a grin.
“Yes”, he answered.
“Let’s get out of here. I don’t fancy our first time being on the sofa in the Weasley’s front room.” Draco howled with laughter. It was exactly the last thing he expected her to say, yet also the most wonderful thing she could have said. Yet another reason to love her.
“Alright”, he replied, scooping her into his arms. “Let’s head to my place. Leave a note so they don’t worry.” With a swish of her wand, a note explaining her absence flew off to rest on the dining room table and with the familiar tug to behind their belly buttons; they were whisked off to Draco’s flat.
********
It all happened so quickly, that Hermione was surprised that she could remember it all so clearly. That first time with Draco, barely making it to the sofa, let alone the bedroom, before they had ripped each other’s clothes off and he was thrusting into her like a rutting bull. Even now, she shuddered at the memory. Hermione had never been so thoroughly shagged while feeling so completely cherished at the same time. He had confessed everything to her that night; his feelings for her, and how long he had felt them. Draco also explained why he waited so long to make his move. She had been stretched out on his bed, completely naked holding him to her chest and rubbing his back. Draco, also naked, had clung to her like a life line as he spilled out all of his feelings. Hermione knew at that moment and without any doubt that this was her future; HE was her future.
And now a year later and eight months after their hurried nuptials, she was about to give him the best Christmas present. Their future was about to be expanded by one, due to arrive somewhere around the beginning of June. She smiled at the knowledge, and rushed to the sitting room when she heard the floo activate. She rushed to his arms and kissed him deeply. Draco just laughed and held her even tighter. He might be an unexpected hero, but what his wife was about to tell him was not unexpected in the least.