POV: Hermione. Christmas Eve. Play the song lovers! 😍😘🎄🎅🏻

Christmas was here.

Yuletide ambiance was surrounding us in every corner throughout my home, from the decorations I had acquired over the years... As well as, a brand new gorgeous Christmas tree, almost too tall, reaching just centimeters from my ceiling, that was given to us from, My Draco, to start our new traditions and new ornaments, that was adorned with Gryffindor and Slytherin memorabilia from top to bottom... Also hanging with care on our bewitched snowy tree, that every thirty minutes a new drizzle of enchanted snow would magically fall from the top, was a magnificent symbol of love, our wedding date that was engraved into a stunning crystal glass bauble adornment, and the children were represented of course, through their favorite past times, that identified them each individually and lovingly suspended on our twinkling evergreen. There was a charmed miniature spinning book ornament, for Layla, her absolute favorite book to be exact, which was a tale about a teenage witch who discovers her secret life she never knew existed until she turned sixteen, called Sabrina The Teenage Witch, a fictional Muggle tale, that the pages turned by themselves, and was a perfect fit for Layla who worshipped reading. No clue as to where she got that from... Next, was a specifically crafted model Quidditch broom ornament for Scorpius, that spun around the entire tree at certain points of the day, and who was also in fact Slytherin's newest seeker,  it was an exact replica of Scorpius' actual broom. Draco was beyond ecstatic hearing the news that his son was gifted in his love of Quidditch... and lastly, for Hugo, a Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon that spit mystical non burning flames from its snout. And ending as our Christmas Topper, was our beautiful magically lit Star, charmed to always shining down on us... Christmas was my absolute favorite time of the year, and was even more special this year, because it was our first time spending the holidays together with our expanding Malfoy Family...

Layla and Scorpius had arrived from Hogwarts, just several days prior, to join us for our first Christmas as a modernized Wizarding family. Having all of our family united again was indescribably wonderful. I felt whole again, and even feeling more fulfilled knowing I had another family member growing inside of my womb...

Dr. Ravenwood's bad news sprung on me this morning of Christmas Eve, as I was whilst in the middle of making a mince pie, and the sudden disgust of a disliking whiff of cinnamon engulfed into my nose, instantly striking my siren of pregnancy morning sickness, retasting Fran's extravagant breakfast of Eggs Benedict, racing back up my throat...

Dr. Ravenwood assured me my unfortunate pregnancy sickness would return, as I had suffered with Layla and Hugo, both. Oh, Merlin the blasted endless cycles of my pregnancy sickness would last throughout my entire remaining seven months, as I was now almost exactly two months. Nevertheless, the ending result through all the sickness, sleepless nights, back aches, raging uncontrollable hormones, feeling like you have to go to the loo every five seconds, and feeling like a barmy beached whale... was worth every second when you hold that precious being you and your love created, in your arms.

Luckily, Hazel, Dr. Ravenwood's nurse, had my remedies to subside and ease the sickness away, with her readied pink glowing healing medication potion, staring at me from my glass cupboard in my bathroom.

I grabbed the bottle and unstoppered the crystal vial and placed two instructive drops inside of my mouth, brushed my teeth with my witches Arctic fresh toothpaste and instantly became me again, feeling convalescent in my rejuvenated mends...

And Afterwards, with a wave of my wand, I conjured myself up with my spelled favorite makeup, and to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and put on a proper attire for our Malfoy Family Christmas company today.

Hermione's Outfit😍💚🖤😏

As I painted my lips with the finishing touches of my nude lipstick in my bathroom vanity, I simultaneously saw in the reflection and felt the man responsible for my current condition, sneaking up from behind me, and taking me hostage in his worshipful arms, looking poisonously baneful in his traditional Sex God air, who was ominously clothed in an expensive blackened suit, moaning in his oh so chronically charming and enthralling ways, that made me weak in the knees for my mesmerizing seducer...

"You are inherently, without question, the most beautiful creature on this earth..." Draco intrinsically poured his lingered desires of me from his heart into my ear, and traveling his gluttonous appetency kisses to my neck. Flowing with caressing my body in his cold itching hands, warming his needs on my waist to conquering his touches all the way down to my hints of revealing bare skin on my inner thighs, lifting my sweater dress higher and higher upwards with his sinning fingers, softly luring me in his heated coaxing for more than just a kiss... seducing me into submission to take him. Cupping his hand around my right thigh, tracing his conniving touches just seconds from monopolizing my inner cavity of hot springs...

However, unfortunately, I had to make him abide in waiting...

I seized his wrists breathlessly speaking to my husband, who was devilishly glaring at me through the mirror, "I'm sorry, darling. We'll have to wait for later this evening," I smirked as he growled in his aggravated tones, reminding me of his alchemy powers to change my decisions just by his presence and kissing my neck again, ready to give us what we both wanted...

Suddenly, we heard the doorbell ringing, delaying our carnal knowledge, once again, and hearing the loud excitements of our children welcoming their Grandparents, Mr. And Mrs. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, inside of my home, for the very first time.

"Are you feeling any better, Hermione?" Draco lovingly questioned my state, as I wheeled around to face him. "Yes, thank Merlin, and Hazel, for that matter... for their anti-nausea potions," I replied with a chuckle and a grin.

Draco smirked into my lips for a desirability of anguish in putting our lusts on hold, "Good, because you've been a naughty girl this Christmas, and I'm going to give you your second chance present, later..." Draco whispering his sexually insinuating plans, brushing against my lips. "What's my first present?" I inquired in my flirtatious tones. "You'll have to wait and see, like you make me wait, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco playfully teased me in his menacing bribing entrapments.

"Do you want me to give you, your first present now?" I asked in my flirting temptress voice, with our sexual tension of temperatures rising with each second of our every words. "Don't tease me, Hermione Malfoy. Or I'll truly, shall, have to punish you," Draco enticingly warned, kissing me in his tantalizing temptations to fall out of my good Gryffindor complex and give him everything he craved from me.

"Mummy! Dad! Grandmother and Grandfather are here!"

All three of our children barked at us to get a move on.

"We'll continue this later, Mrs. Malfoy...." Draco affirmed kissing my lips, and we somehow found the strength to leave our bedroom, to greet Draco's parents, and my in-laws...

I gave the grand tour of my small three bedroom home, to the Malfoy's and they were very well mannered, not showing even a slightly snobby parneavu side, of my much obvious humble home. Narcissa even expressed what great taste I had... They were sincerely, completely different people, from the old Malfoy's I once knew...

"Hermione, darling, that Slytherin green looks remarkable on you! I do have to say dear, you'd have made a fine Slytherin," Narcissa sweetly complimented me with a subtle sly wink, as we were finishing our Christmas feast, flowing into my lounge for our desserts of hot mulled cider and hot cocoa with our chocolate confections and rich English pies to melt in our mouths, that Fran and I had made for us all to enjoy. Fran was spending her holidays with her family in Queens, New York, celebrating her traditions of both Hanukkah and Christmas, seeing as how her family celebrates both. She even taught our kids how to play The Magic Dreidel game, while she cooked her favorite Hanukkah treats for us just a few days ago...

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, I have to admit, green is one of my favorite colors," I laughed feeling my cheeks blushing in red, sitting on the sofa next to Draco, who welcomed me with a kiss, as we then watched our children opening their gifts from us all...

Narcissa and Lucius, spoiled the children with loads of presents, too many to even mention! However, the highlight of their biggest present, from their Malfoy Grandparents, was each a brand new state of the art racing broom. And from Draco and I, we gave the kids concert tickets to our world's largest music fair more commonly known as, The Ghost Projects, to see their favorite wizarding rock bands perform in a Music Festival in Ireland, during their summer holidays. The Rock Extravaganza was pretty incredible. Every year in June, there was a mixture of alive and well rockers, and past rockers who had inevitably passed to the other side, who come back as their ghostly selves, for a week to perform for us unworthy fans, as well as the current living and popular bands performing, to rock out to their unfinished business of letting us see their artistry once again. A Wizarding Woodstock, I like to call it, and of course, I kept having to remind Draco and the kids as to what exactly Woodstock was... "Muggle Rock Music History," I say with a proud smile. Even some of a few Muggle rock legends will be coming from the grave, from Draco and I's generation, such as Kurt Cobain from Nirvana, was joining the rock fair this year. But the kids were more excited to see their generation's favorite band Dragons Breath. And closing the show on the final night, was The Weird Sisters. Draco and I hadn't seen them since we were fourteen years old at the Yule Ball at Hogwarts! It was going to be mind boggling to say the least... Oh, Merlin, I'll be extremely eight months pregnant by then. Oh, I won't think about that right now...

"Now, I know Draco, you told us not to get you and Hermione anything. However, darling, we couldn't resist..." Narcissa expressed with her eyes sneakily gleaming waving a letter that was sealed and addressed to Draco and I, landing in my lap. "Just a simple gift our gratitude," Lucius' deep baritone voice echoed through his glass of hot muled cider, spiked with fire whiskey, taking a pleasurable drink.

I opened the slivered Malfoy Crested waxed sealed note, and a set of two keys fell into my lap, with a moving picture of a beautiful English country manor was raising and staring up at us, bouncing itself up and down in the air. Draco took hold of the picture as he instantly knew what was going on, I hadn't a clue.

"You didn't... Mum, Father... this is..." Draco was stunned and gobsmacked in his grinning reactions. His mother interrupted him, "Your new home, my darlings. We thought you'd like a new place of your own, that you two can call a home together," Narcissa explained with a motherly smile.

Their new home! 😍❤️

"Oh Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy! We cannot thank you enough!" I cried aloud, not being able to control my emotions and raging pregnancy hormones didn't help my cause either.

"Hermione, please call us Narcissa and Lucius, or Mum and Father, or Grandmother and Grandfather, even!" Narcissa announced standing with a giggle coming over to give us each a hug.

The children took a break from their gifts to see our new home and became ecstatic claiming their bedrooms already.

"And the timing couldn't be more perfect with our growing family," Draco accidentally spoke, placing his hand on my lower stomach and kissing my lips. I just hope no one noticed, being to overbearing of loud rowdy children's voices blaring inside of my tiny living room.

"Do you mean, what I think you mean?!" Narcissa blurted aloud, as I concurrently thought, nothing gets past Narcissa Malfoy.

"HERMIONE?! DRACO?! ARE YOU TWO?! IS HERMIONE?!" Narcissa was beside herself, stuttering and shaking with excitement knowing what she thought might be true.

Draco and I reverently gazed into each other's eyes, and agreed through our silent thoughts, to make our big announcement to the Malfoy's. And our children...

"Yes, yes... I'm going to have a baby. We're having a baby! A girl!" I spewed out with stinging tears leaving my eyes, as the entire room squealed with jubilation from Narcissa and Layla. Scorpius and Hugo teasingly groaned, "A giirrll? What rotten luck..." Draco scolded them and made them apologize.

Lucius came up to Draco to shake his hand in congratulations and Narcissa hugged me with tears pouring down her cheeks. "Oh, Hermione, I'm so happy for you both!" And in that moment, I heard Lucius talking to Draco, "You two don't waste anytime do you?" Giving his son a cavalier chuckle and a dignified approval of that's my son sinister wink.

"Another granddaughter to join our family! Oh I'm so excited, I just can't stand it! Shopping Spree Trips, to Paris for us girls, are in my sights as we speak!" Narcissa laughed with her grandmother heart erupting in glee. She then, held my face in her hands with her perfected red manicure gleaming up at me. And her beautiful dark navy eyes staring into my eyes, looking to express something more to me...

"I am so truly happy for you, darling... Draco informed us of your troubles... and I wanted to share with you, that I too, struggled, with having children. So we have much in common, my darling. I'm so blessed to have our son. And even more blessed, that he found you." Narcissa finished, hugging me into her arms once again, feeling an even closer bond to my mother in law...

We celebrated the day before Christmas, well into the night, and we had to conclude our evening, knowing the children had to get to bed early for Santa to arrive, and after our Christmas Morning breakfast, Layla and Hugo were going to The Burrow, to celebrate The Weasley's Christmas, with their father. So we ended the day with our grateful goodbyes with Grandfather and Grandmother Malfoy, feeling complete happiness in our first Christmas together... quite a rememberable one of I do say so myself.

After putting the kids to bed, Draco and I were in our martial bed after giving each other our first Christmas presents. Then, giving our material ones...

I opened my velvet emerald green box that was garnished with a velvety blackberry colored bow on top. Broadcasting the most beautiful largely stoned jeweled necklace, I'd ever seen in my life, that repeated its sequence all around the ornate necklace, even to the ending clasps. Each stone was strategically mentioned and represented that embodied our family's birthstones. Draco expressed everyone of them to me with his addicting loving words, "June, for me, a moonstone. September for you, a Sapphire. May, for Layla, an Emerald. April, for Hugo, a diamond. February, for Scorpius, an amethyst. And for our girl, her expected birth-month, in July, A Ruby.

Each stone was in order as described by Draco, as he placed the extravagantly gorgeous necklace around my neck. "It's breathtaking, Draco... I can't even begin to thank you enough, yet alone match up my gift to yours," I avowed with tears in my eyes, feeling my hormones at it again, and referring to his new snake aquarium, I had installed in his office at The Ministry. And had a moving picture taken of it for him to see.

"Stop it, Hermione... I love my snake aquarium! How many barristers do you know, that have a themed Slytherin Snake Den in their office?! I absolutely will cherish it... and remember... You already gave me everything I have ever wanted, Hermione Malfoy. You..." He lingered his whispers into my kisses, with his mischievous dirty and delectable smirk growing across his handsome face, lowering his naked hard delicious tall muscular physique onto me, when we were suddenly and abruptly interrupted by an owl tapping on our window with a letter addressed to the both of us.

Draco opened the window with the cold Christmas air letting itself inside for a moment, as my husband quickly retrieved the letter, paid the owl, and shut the glass pane closed.

He handed the letter to me to read, crawling back under the covers and slithering back on top of my naked body that was only wearing my newly jeweled necklace, to warming us both up. I knew exactly who the letter was from, knowing her handwriting by heart...

Dearest Hermione,

Arthur and I, would like to formally invite you and Draco, to our traditional Weasley New Year's Eve Party! We will have our historical wizarding accommodations per usual. We can't wait to see you there!

Love,

Mum and Dad Weasley.

Draco was succeeding in his sexual dominating urgencies, to our second round of luscious sex, as I read the letter above his shoulder, feeling his feverish kisses all along my neck, while I read and reread the letter from Molly, making sure I was comprehending this right and being extremely sidetracked by my husband's beckoning erotic sorcery devouring me...

"Draco, I have some rather interesting news..." I tried to sound enthusiastic and turning the letter over for him to read it. He read it, alright... And I witnessed his pale skin turning into crimson of anger.

"Are you bleeding barking, Hermione?! Honestly! You've gone round the bend on this one! We can't go to that!" Draco huffed in his smugness.

"Draco, I know this sounds a bit off... but I promise you, everything will be splendid or at least cordial. I've been going to their New Year's Eve gathering for years. This is a peace offering... I really think we should go. I know them, they would never make you or us feel unwelcome or unwanted... Plus, I want to show you off ..." I explained with hints of boasting his ego to bribe him into the idea.

He malevolently glowed loving my plan, closing in on his majestic contemplative eyes, baring into mine, making his thoughts known on the subject...

"That's true, I would love to witness the rest of their gingered faces, seeing the likes of me, coming into their home with you on my arm," Draco spoke with sinister plots gleaming in his gorgeous greyish blue eyes.

"You owe me, Malfoy," Draco ominously threatened me in my married name, lowering his self into my kisses. "I'll agree to those terms, Malfoy." I affirmed in his barrister lawyering talk, and kissing him into uncontrollable sexual fantasies of love, all Christmas Eve Night. And I passionately exclaimed,

"Happy Christmas To All, And To All, A Good Malfoy Night..."

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