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Hermione Granger-Malfoy sat herself heavily down on the sofa, clutching her early morning mug of tea with three spoonfuls of honey as she stared across at their Christmas tree as her breathing finally evened out, eventually calming herself down. Hermione sighed quietly to herself as she could hear familiar sounds coming from the bathroom signifying that her husband, Draco Malfoy, was finally getting ready for the morning. She sipped at her tea, noting that it wasn't as good as her husband usually makes it, as she stared at the Christmas presents impatiently waiting underneath the Christmas tree, Hermione's eyes latching onto the one that she knew her husband would absolutely hate.
Eventually, a fully dressed and handsome, as always, looking Draco walked into the living room of their small, two-bed, London townhouse and was closely followed behind by a meowing, older Crookshanks. Draco placed himself down next to Hermione, kissing her forehead and then dotting kisses along the freckles across her nose before kissing her lips. Crookshanks didn't like that one bit, leaping onto the sofa and crawling across to Hermione's lap, forcing the couple to break the kiss between the two of them. Hermione smiled down at her ginger ball of fluff, kissing her lips in his fur as he purred loudly against Hermione's face, meowing.
"Happy Christmas, Crooks," Hermione whispered in his fur as she nuzzled him closer, living in the moment between the two. That was something that had become a small tradition between mother and pet. Hermione always wished Crookshanks a 'Happy Christmas' before anyone else. "I love you," Hermione kissed Crookshanks before letting him back onto the carpeted living room floor.
"Happy Christmas, my darling." Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist before pulling her closer to his chest, cuddling her tight. He kissed her cheeks before moving his lips down towards her neck. "I love you. Hermione, I love you! I love you so, so much, my love." Hermione whimpered as Draco's lips continued their attack on her neck. She shrugged him off, pushing his hot mouth away from her neck.
"Draco, we need to open the presents!" Hermione pushed against his chest, pointing towards the presents that were still waiting underneath the Christmas tree. "We can do all that other stuff later, once we've seen your parents." Hermione continued speaking, trying to hide the way her voice cracked at the mention of and the knowledge of seeing Draco's parents later on. It would be hard not seeing her own parents, it never got easier and got harder every single year that passed. Hermione couldn't tell her parents about everything that had happened in her life and it broke her heart every time she achieved something.
"Okay, okay. Let's open the Christmas presents." Draco kissed her once more before standing up to start walking towards the presents but Hermione stopped her.
"I have one for you to open first!" Hermione smiled, giddy with anxiety as she grabbed the present from further underneath the tree. At the sound of Hermione's voice, she could tell that Draco was anxious about the present that she was giving him to unwrap first. But, she ignored the concerned facial expression that he was giving her right now. She forced Draco back down onto the sofa and sat down next to him, passing over the wrapped present. Hermione was nervous, she knew that he wouldn't like it but she and Mrs Weasley had worked hard on this idea for one of his Christmas presents.
"Hermione, what is this?" Draco stared down at the wrapped gift. He squeezed it testingly, noticing that it wasn't anything breakable and was soft.
He glanced up at Hermione, raising his eyebrows at his wife's smiling face. He was suspicious. His wife had a lot of Slytherin traits and probably should have been sorted into the snake house.
"Are you sure I'm going to like this?" Draco questioned, staring back down at the present as he slowly opened the present before he was faced with a knitted dark Slytherin green jumper. Draco lifted the jumper and stared at the yellow-coloured thread that had been used to knit a 'D' into the jumper. He instantly recognised what this monstrosity was. "Hermione, is this what I think it is? Is this a fucking Weasley knitted jumper?" Draco's eyebrows were raised higher than they'd ever been before and Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.
"Happy Christmas, my darling." Hermione leaned forward, kissing his cheek before pulling away. She smiled and Draco hated to admit it but that smile was contagious. He sighed, staring down at the jumper. Hermione laughed quietly to herself. "Please wear it, right now. Put it on!" Hermione bit her lip as she stared at Draco excitedly.
Draco sighed once again. "Fine." He slowly removed his jacket before placing the Weasley knitted Christmas jumper over his head. He looked down at his chest, staring at the jumper. "Merlin, it is so ugly." Draco pulled a face as he looked up towards his wife, who was staring at him with so much love.
"Well I love it and I love you." Hermione cheered, leaning over again and kissing her husband on the lips. "Merry Christmas, my love." Hermione kissed him once more, smiling down at the ugly jumper before grabbing her own Weasley jumper that she had been hiding behind the sofa.
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