A/N I just found this on Pinterest and HELP MY HEART. This is SO beautiful 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Anyway.
This is set in Malfoy Manor. Dramione were married a year ago (you're welcome) after the War and completing 7th year and whatnot, and it's their first Christmas together, which they're celebrating at the Manor. Lucius is (rather conveniently) dead, and I feel like Narcissa (LE BOSS BITCH) was never that bad to begin with (also my friends have made me promise, upon threat of the Cruciatus Curse, that I will not kill her). Besides, someone needs to live at the Manor.
Fluff+Smut (in part 2). Enjoy!
"Draco, no! Those go on the fireplace!"
Draco Malfoy looked down from where he was perched on the enormous Christmas tree, and gave his wife an apologetic smile. "Sorry, love. Must've heard you wrong."
Hermione sighed in exasperation. "What an idiot." She muttered.
"I heard that!" He called down to her, looking wounded.
His wife simply rolled her eyes and pulled out her wand. "Accio socks."
Every single sock - striped, dotted and plain - fell off the branches, nearly all of them covered in Christmas tinsel and stuffed with colourful animal biscuits that were now poking their heads out to see why they were being so unceremoniously dumped on the floor.Hermione raised an eyebrow.
Draco shrugged. "Courtesy of the Weasels."
She sighed. Of course. After the War, Ron had taken Fred's place to help George run the joke shop. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was now doing extremely well, and Hermione would occasionally recieve the odd Veritaserum or Extendable Ears with the newspaper, especially after she and Draco had an argument, and usually attached with a note advising her to 'use it wisely'. It was only on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas did the Weasely brothers send them things that could remotely be called 'presents'.
Apparently her friends still did not fully believe that Draco really had reformed himself.
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