She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Twelve

Viktor

The air had just turned cold. It cut through the thick layers of his coat as he stood with Hermione outside the house. They were waiting. Patient. Hands intertwined. She smiled happily at the sight of little white flurries.

"Viktor," she exclaimed, giving his hand a sweet little squeeze. "Look, it's snowing!"

He hummed and swept her into arms, holding her up on his hip like a child. "I know, I felt it in my nose."

She giggled, and pulled his hat down a little farther over his ears. Two figures emerged from the woods. They carried large logs and twigs that Viktor had cut down early the morning. Hermione wanted a muggle style fire.

And whatever Hermione wanted, the three were happy to do. Severus and Viktor were more accustomed to muggle things but Draco made an odd point to avoid them.

"Flower, can we go to Bulgaria for Christmas," he asked, looking up at her very pink face. She tipped her head, stealing a kiss from his open mouth.

"Of course, I'd love to, but you have to convince Draco. He hates the cold." They laughed, turning back towards the house as the other two reached them.

Draco was in a slight huff, "how do you even make fire without magic?"

Hermione shook her head, shaking the match box before him. He stared as struck a match and held the small flame for him to gawk at.

"Show me again," he said eagerly, stepping closer to her. She complied, holding the now dead match between her lips. He took the box and tried it too. He seemed thrilled at the little flame he held between his finger.

She couldn't even laugh at his new curiosity. It made her happy. These days she felt nothing but happy. They were happy together.

Severus stacked the logs in the fireplace, stuffing old newspapers in the cracks. He lit them and they all sat in the cushioned chairs around it. The silence was easy, and Hermione moved to sit on Viktor's lap.

The boys had stopped being jealous. She never favoured one over the others and if she did she made up for it. She always laughed, kissing each of them gently on the jaw or check, and said, "there's enough of me to go around."

"I'll make hot Chocolate," she said once the fire took. She meandered out to the kitchen.

Viktor watched her go. Her silhouette was pleasing to look at from behind. Her hair, hung nearly to her waist now, thick and cinnamon smelling. She wore thick fleece leggings, in dark purples and reds. She always looked so cozy.

Viktor took a quick glance at his counterparts. "For Christmas, we go to my home. In Bulgaria. I want Mia to meet my family."

Though it didn't sound like a question, Draco and Severus understood he was asking a sort of permission. They always cleared it with each other, careful not to upset the others. Not that anyone was easily upset by it but it was sort of the way things worked.

"Why not," Severus mused staring wistfully into the kitchen. He could hear her singing Mr. Sandman by the Chordettes. He closed his eyes, zoning in on the soft sound of her melodic voice. Viktor and Draco heard it too.

Draco just shrugged, tossing some more twigs on the fire. They had several cords of wood out back but those were for the deep winter.

She came back with the tray of hot coco and for the rest of the day the four sat, laughing before a crackling fire