POV: Emma. Play the song!! My Generation Lovers!!!😆😆😂😂🙌🏻😭😭😘😘❤️💚🎅🏻🎄

We arrived home in London, after our an hour long flight from Germany. Which was a delight, considering how many countless hours we had spent in airplanes for the majority of our lives.

I phoned Mum and Dad, that I'd be spending the holidays with Tom and his family. But I promised them, I'd bring Tom home for Boxing Day... My family was eager to see Tom again, after all these years... and especially now, since our relationship was growing vastly more and more serious, every waking and sleeping hour.

Tom and I needed a well deserved break from months of filming. And some much needed alone time...

We made our way through the Heathrow Airport, hand in hand, interlocked into eternalness. Sunglasses on, overcoats on, and maddening love in our hearts.

"Don't you love coming home, darling? I smell the literal essences of London. It's home... Only people from the U.K. understand don't we?" Tom smiled speaking to me, while we glided through with no one noticing us and finishing his statement with a kiss on my cheek.

"You're absolutely right, babe. There's nothing like home..." I stated with a jovial grin, feeling the warmth of London and Christmas Yuletide overwhelming me with warmth. From the red, green, and gold ambiances, to the forestry wreaths and garlands surrounding us. The twinkling lights glowing in there brillianceand Noel decorations, all strategically placed in the airport. And to top off the perfection, was viewing the light snow falling on the ground and the music of Christmas sweetness echoing all around us.

We made it to the baggage claim, picking up our belongings as well as Tom's guitar...

My driver and my assistant were meeting us outside the baggage claim, to take us to Tom's home in Epsom, Surrey, where his parents still lived in his childhood home.

Tom insisted on dragging my heavy bag along with his. I gave into his chivalry that melted me from within and kissed his scrumptious lips.

"That's them! That's Tom Felton and Emma Watson!" I heard a sweet teenage girl telling her mother as her mother replied... "That's lovely dear. Leave them be." The teenage girl exceedingly begged her mum, "Please! Mum! Can't I just please get their picture!?"

Tom and I looked at each other in silence and smiling in agreement, to introduce ourselves. We made our to them and gave the girl a selfie picture with her bright pink phone.

"This is the best day of my life! Thank you Tom and Emma..." She whispered trying to keep the discreetness between us. We quickly said our goodbyes and made our way outside.

Suddenly...  the familiar flashes of cameras and paparazzi were having a field day about us...

The news of our relationship had spread like wildfire over the past months. However, we didn't care... we were in love and wanted everyone to know it.

My driver, my assistant Bayli, and my bodyguard, in addition to My Thomas, being there to protect me from someone overstepping their boundaries, helped us to our Black Tahoe...

"EMMA! TOM! HERMIONE! DRACO! DRAMIONE IS REAL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Are you two truly an item?! Are you getting married?!" The astounding group of the obnoxious camera men questioned us with roars... We smiled and waved getting into our car, kissing on the inside before our doors closed. The cameras blinding us, while we laughed through their intensity of yells and cheers for us. And finally we were off to Tom's Childhood Home...

My nerves began to deepen pulling up to Tom's parents home.

I gazed out of the window, seeing that Tom obviously came from a privileged upbringing. Nevertheless, his parents did a wonderful job raising him. Tom was truly one of the kindest, most humbled, caring man I'd ever known or been with. I loved everything about him.

"AH! We're here! Come on, darling!" Tom excitedly informed me, taking my hand and sliding us out of the car, opening his door with a vengeance.

I saw his preciously short, blonde haired, beautiful mother and tall, ruggedly, dark haired father with a scruffy beard, coming out of their large country home to greet us.

I was so shocked by his mum's welcoming. She hugged me first! I laughed, respectfully hugging her back.

"Emma!! Oh, darling! It's been ages!! You are just stunning, darling truly! You always have been!" She held me in her tight motherly grips, next holding my face in her hands.

"It's so wonderful to see you, Mrs. Felton! Thank you for having me..."

"Oh! Darling, please do call me, Sharon! We are honored to have you staying with us! Emma, time has flown! The last time I saw you, you were what eighteen?!" Mrs. Felton sweetly asked. "I believe so!" I laughed. "Peter! Look at Tom's Emma!" Mrs. Felton informed her husband in her sweet mothering tones. And she called me 'Tom's Emma...' I felt sublimely happy and honored, feeling my cheeks flushing in red.

Tom and his father were hugging as Sharon spoke. Peter immediately came to greet me, hugging me in his bear like embraces. "We were wondering when you two would finally get together. You're all our son has talked about for years and years..." Peter playfully pestered, ending in giving me a side squeeze hug, poking fun at his son.

"Alright, you dodgy muppet, settle yourself." Tom teasingly warned his father through a smirk. Tom in turning, greeted his mother who was crying and holding his face, gazing at her creation.

Which was a practically a God...

"My baby! All grown up and thin as a rail! Don't you eat in Hollywood, Thomas Andrew?!" Sharon's motherly instincts shined through.

"Mum I told you, I'm playing a POW RAF soldier who's been captured by the Nazis in World War II. I can't eat..." He tenderly reminded his mother, who was overly worried, as it was a mother's job of course.

"Well, you're eating here mister. Come on you lot, it's freezing! Everyone's inside!" Tom's mum informed, waving us inside.

We said goodbye to my assistant and bodyguard letting them go home for the holidays. Tom grabbed our belongings, and my hand... making our way inside of his home out the cold snowy day.

As soon as we entered his childhood home, we were bombarded with love, excitement, cheer, and welcoming coziness of his three older brother's and their lovely wives and their children. Tom's mum had their home beautifully decorated for the holiday season. Including a Christmas tree of different themes in each room. One also being a Harry Potter theme. We laughed and laughed noticing she was more prejudiced towards the Slytherin theme ornaments. Tom had a beautifully large family. He was truly blessed...

My heart leaped and combusted from within, seeing him as an Uncle with his nieces and nephews making their way to say hello...

"Uncle Tommy! Pick me up! Pick me up!" They squealed and hugged him. Tom having to calm them down to introduce me to them.

"Guys! Guys! Hold on!" He chuckled trying to get their attention. "I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Emma." Tom reached for my hand pulling me close to him. I bent down hugging and introducing myself to the adorable little tots and tweens before me.

"Are you two getting married?!" One of his older nieces asked us.

Tom smiled at her, about to answer her question, with all of Tom's family attentively listening and awaiting for his response.

"If she'll have me, maybe one day..." Tom ardently expressed kissing my lips. There were mixed reviews from the crowd of ewww's and awwwee's of the children and Tom's brothers and sister in laws and his adorable parents.

"Dinners ready in twenty minutes, darlings!" Mrs. Felton declared that Christmas Eve dinner will be served shortly.

"Mum, Em's and I are going to go put our bags in my room and change. We'll be down in a minute."

"Sure, of course darling." Sharon grinned in approval.

"Don't wait for us... please, go on and start dinner if we're not back in time."

"Oh Yeah, I'm sure our dinner will get cold if we waited for you two love crazies." Tom's brother Chris teased, insinuating we'd be doing more than cleaning up upstairs in his bedroom.

Tom and Chris playfully punched each other finally breaking free of their brotherly kidding.

Tom and I made our way upstairs to his bedroom he grew up in his entire life.

I entered feeling completely transported into Tom's teenage world. Smiling and warming my heart, seeing everything he loved and cherished.

Posters of The Beatles, hanging with care and their albums on a shelf in chronological order... Another wall that was covered with skateboards nailed together in a row of unison of prized possessions of trophies. He also had pictures of him and his friends on his dresser, growing up through the ages, that his mum had obviously just put in here.

And in this wonderful moment, while I gradually lingered through the years of Tom's pictures, suddenly noticing some were of him as Draco, and I absolutely lost it...

"Oh! Tom look!" I gaspingly cried, covering my mouth with my hand. I felt him coming from behind me and sneaking his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, gazing with me in our exquisite past.

It was a picture of Tom and I, filming at the Yule Ball...

My eyes stung with tears, through my heart fluttering and pounding with gaiety.

"I've had that picture for years, love." Tom revealed kissing the left side of my neck. I lifted my arm behind me to circle it around his neck. Next, twisting my body to meet his feverish kisses.

Our advances in heated passions were getting away from us... hurriedly removing our jackets and Thomas beginning to lift my jumper over my head.

"What are you doing, Felton?" I breathlessly drawled, smirking through the side of my mouth between our moving snogs.

"Helping you get ready for dinner, Watson..." Tom sinisterly gloated, in succeeding in removing my black top and lifting me up by my rump to carry me to his bed.

He laid me down never leaving my kisses while he peeled off my leggings, finishing with everything in between, laying naked and ready before him.

Tom quickly removed his shirt and pants with my help, dying to have me. I could see through his longing, that I equally loved and wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Our lustrous love making got away from us. Our passions filling his bedroom with ecstasy... I was glad his family was boisterously loud.

Tom deeply submerged hisself inside of me, my arms and legs wrapping around his volcanic body, feeling his gallantry laboring into me.

I suddenly began my second mouth watering zealous flooding of orgasms throbbing out of my body...

"Tooomm... cover my mouth!" I achingly whispered. He obeyed and lowered his entire delicious body on top of me, laying his cheek next to mine and feeling his scruff rubbing against my skin and covering my mouth with his left hand.

I moaned my parallels of erotica into his palm, feeling every part of my body stimulated into bliss. His rough beard still scrapping my cheek with every jerk of his pounding. He removed his hand bringing his lips to mine, kissing his adrenaline groans of orgasms to muffle his own ecstasies, from his family just below us.

He kissed me sensually, ending our heated angst of love. He held my face in hands, looking deeply into my soul...

"I love you, Emma."

"I love you, so much, Thomas..." I heartily devoted with him smirking at me.

"We better get downstairs before my brothers humiliate us any further." Tom laughed, helping me up.

We hurried to change, when I glanced at the clock realizing we'd been having sex for over thirty minutes!

"Tom we're so late!" I panicked putting on my off the shoulder sweater dress, over my paisley stockings and boots.

Emma's outfit!! 😍🖤❤️

"It's fine, love. I promise. Mum always says it's twenty minutes until dinner, when it's actually much longer. She was just trying to get the little ones to calm down before dinner, knowing how rowdy they are." Tom explained making me feel better.

"Okay, good..." I sighed with Tom holding me in his loving arms, looking devastatingly handsome in his buttoned plaid dress shirt and dark trousers with dark brown suede wingtips, gazing at me in such a way, that he might tear this dress off of me...

"You are just, unable to find the correct words, of how beautiful you are, Emma. But I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life defining how utterly and blindingly breathtaking you are." Tom stated, kissing my red stained lips from my lipstick. Leaving him a bit smudged.

I wiped the residue off his plumped brims with my thumb. Falling more and more in love with this man every second of the day and night...

We made our way downstairs, entering the dining room and joining his family for our divinely traditional Christmas English dinner.

"Well, I have to say she makes you look better, Tom. You sure she's that into you?" Tom's brother, Jonathan, joked.

"I have to agree with you on that first part Jon... but on the other, I have to admit, she's mad for me." Tom grinned in delight sitting next to me, kissing my cheek. Making both of my cheeks heat in tinged blushing.

"So how about we embarrass the bloody hell out of our baby brother here, with some old stories?!" Chris laughed with his wife nudging him in his ribs to stop.

"Tom used to..." Chris' wife Stella, covered his mouth warning him to knock it off. "Don't embarrass your brother Christopher, unless we can share embarrassing stories about you!" She yelled as we all laughed along with her.

It was a wonderful Christmas with Tom's family. His mum and dad even bought me an adorable sweater, along with a candle that smelled like heaven. I was truly humbled and ecstatic that Tom brought me home to meet his family. Bringing us to the next level in our relationship... I already felt so welcomed by them, feeling as if I were already apart of their beautiful family.

Who knows? Maybe one day, I just might be a Felton...

And tomorrow, was my turn to introduce my love to my family.