Merry Christmas Mr. Malfoy (Book 1)

Chapter 26 : Epilogue

Epilogue

"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." - T.S. Eliot

The skirt bounced around her ankles as she bounded down the hallway, unable to contain the excitement that coursed through her. Her feet slapped cheerfully against the stone floor, smile broad with joy as she hummed a familiar, seasonal tune.

He walked behind her, enjoying the sight of her jumping and dancing about, appearing carefree and as though there were nothing in the world to cause worry. He had never seen her so happy; she had always had some lines of tension across her brow, her face usually drawn in some way or form that indicated stress, her body tense from the latest anxiety-inducing event. Today, however, she was as carefree as a young child.

The second both of her feet hit the floor, he slipped behind her and twined his hands around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. She let out a soft mewling sound of pleasure and rubbed against him, unable to contain the excitement.

Lowering his head, he placed a tender kiss against her throat. "What has you in such a good mood?"

Arching back against him, revelling in the sensation of his butterfly kisses on her warming flesh, Hermione murmured back, "This is the best day of my life."

"Really?" He placed a few kisses to her exposed collarbone, rubbing her hipbone with his thumb. "Explain."

"Firstly," she replied with a soft gasp, "it's Christmas and I love Christmas. Second, my parents don't hate you." He let out a quiet laugh, smiling against her throat. "And thirdly, just two days ago, I found out that you love me."

"So fucking corny," he muttered, biting down on her skin. "I never knew you had a romantic side."

Turning in his arms to press a heated kiss to his lips, she dragged her nails down his back. "There were a lot of things you didn't know about me," she reminded him.

Sliding his hands down to cup her buttocks, he growled into the kiss, darting his tongue into her mouth to battle for dominance. Pulling away, gasping for air as warm, electrical pulses shot through his body, he muttered, "I didn't know that you were such a horny little minx."

Sultry laughter bubbled out of her throat and he felt himself harden even more. "Draco," she replied, placing several kisses to his lips, "I quite like that nickname you have for me."

"I knew you would," he said, moving his mouth down to take hers in another passionate kiss.

She pulled away, however, seconds before his lips could claim hers, and more of that sultry laughter came out of her mouth. "We can't," she said, "we'll be late for Christmas supper."

Reaching out, he grabbed her and pulled her back against him, ensuring that she felt his hardened length pressing against her thigh. "Do you really think I care about being late for supper?"

"You might not," she said with another laugh, gently pulling out of his embrace, "but I do. I love Christmas supper and besides, Dennis is saving us a couple of seats."

"How do you expect me to sit comfortably with a raging hard-on?" he replied.

Rolling her eyes, she moved to the flight of stairs and was about halfway down before she turned around to give him a broad smile. "Easy, you sit down and eat. I'm sure that you've had to deal with those...things...before. Just move it or something."

"I can't just move it," he snapped, rushing after her as she bounded down the stairs, acting very much like a child in a candy store.

"I've seen you do it before," she replied with a rather chiding yet cheerful tone.