Draco's Hufflepuff | Emerging

Forty-One: Christmas Day

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Wednesday, 25th December, 1997

Waking up in Draco's arms was definitely my new favourite way to do so, and it was how I wanted to wake up every single Christmas Day for the rest of my life.

After the first night I had been here, my pyjamas had been non-existent and were left folded on the armchair that was beneath his bedroom window. My back was pressed against his chest, and his arm was across my waist.

I couldn't describe the way it felt, his beautifully smooth skin against mine, there was no better sensation. I could get lost for hours; I don't think I could get bored of exploring his body.

Being in Draco's bed was the best thing ever, his mattress, pillows, and duvet were annoyingly perfect. I think his bed had ruined decent sleep for me. Getting to sleep cuddled up to Draco was just the icing on the cake.

My eye peeked open, and like every morning, the house elves had left my Healing potions on my bedside table for to take first thing. The sky was still dark out and it looked bitterly cold.

I grinned as I shifted backwards, pressing our bodies even closer. Draco moaned happily and tightened his arms around me. I thought I'd be sadder, as this was my first Christmas away from my parent's, but I think it was impossible to be miserable at the moment.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Draco said quietly.

Every morning, his deep and raspy morning voice made the spot in between my legs wet, and I wanted him badly. I clenched my thighs and interlaced our fingers together.

"Merry Christmas, my love," I sighed happily.

Draco kissed my shoulder and nestled his head in my mess of hair to find my neck. I turned back and pressed my lips on his, before laying back on his arm, that he'd slipped underneath my head to use as a pillow.

"When do you want your presents?" Draco asked, kissing my neck,

"You got me presents?" I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, forcing my tone to come out more casual than I wanted. I was secretly thrilled, however,

"Of course. That was a stupid question," Draco snickered, his thumb stroking my stomach,

"I got you something too," I confessed, worried about how he would take it.

When I was in the Hospital Wing, I asked Hannah to send off an owl mail order for me. I didn't think I was going to be spending Christmas with him, so I was going to give Draco his presents before we left on Saturday morning.

I couldn't afford much, but we were in a very new and exciting place of our relationship. I wanted to show him in a physical way that I wanted to start fresh, to try and repair every piece of damage we'd gone through together.

"Bad girl," Draco groaned, "You didn't need to,"

"I know, but I wanted to," I said to him nonchalantly, truthfully,

"I'd spank you if I could," Draco snickered lowly, his arms snaking around my body even more,

"We can open presents later, I just want to be here with you for a little while longer," I told him,

"Mmm... good idea, beautiful. I should be mad at you, though, spending your money on me. It's my job to spend money on you," Draco nipped my shoulder with his teeth,

"Draco!" I yelped and giggled, "I'm sorry you're mad, and you can spank me good and hard later. Just accept the fact I've got you a few Christmas presents,"