Chapter 23
Hermione Granger sat by the window, the soft glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the snow outside. The warmth of her parents' home, filled with laughter and the smell of festive food, was a cherished reprieve, yet Draco Malfoy’s shadow loomed over her thoughts.
After dinner, she excused herself to her room, anticipation forefront in her mind. She knew Draco would come, just as he had every Christmas. As the house grew quiet, she heard the faint creak of her bedroom window. Draco slipped inside, his presence both thrilling and terrifying.
“Happy Christmas, Granger,” he whispered, handing her a small, elegantly wrapped package.
She unwrapped it to reveal a rare, leather-bound book on advanced magical theory. “Draco, it’s beautiful,” she said with genuine appreciation.
His smirk widened. “Only the best for my favorite Mudblood.”
Ignoring the slur, Hermione leaned in to kiss him. She slipped to her knees in front of his. He always got her a rare book for Christmas and she always gave him a blowjob in thanks, it worked for both of them.
Draco's fingers laced themselves in the hair at the nape of her nape as Hermione took all of him into her mouth. . “I got a gift from Astoria too,” Hermione murmured, as she moved down to suck on his balls.
Draco’s fingers stilled and pulled her head up roughly so he could look her in the eyes, “Did you now?”
“She sent a bracelet. Said she saw it and thought of me.”
Draco huffed. “Astoria’s a little puppy that likes to jump at your feet for attention. It’s pathetic. Maybe I should get her a collar.”
“She’s a good friend,” Hermione replied. “And last I saw you enjoyed her company as well.”
Draco’s grip tightened. “Just remember, Granger. You belong to me.”
She met his gaze, giving a look of submission. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good. Now quit wasting you cute little mouth on talking and thank me properly for my gift.”