A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter!
Dress rehearsal the next day:
When Fred and George had told her that Draco had refused to believe him, she just about packed her bags and left the country. "I told you to talk to him, not tell him… Agh! Now what am I supposed to do, huh? How can I face him, when I know he knows?"
"But Hermione, you said you wanted me tell him!" Fred was beside himself with frustration. The last thing he wanted was for her to be angry with him. "I just did what you asked!" They were struggling to keep up with her racing pace as they walked down the hall.
"I never asked you to tell him that I loved him!" She slowed her steps, not wanting to reach the backstage room- where he would be waiting with that damn arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "I really don't want to go in there…" she stopped outside the door, "I'm going to die of embarrassment…"
George suddenly grabbed her and shook her, her head snapping back and forth. "For Merlin's sake woman, where's your balls?" He let her go. "Snap out of it! Since when are you afraid of Malfoy?"
"Since you morons told him that I love him!"
The door swung open and stepped out into the hall. "Did I hear someone say they loved me?" Draco asked with a hint of arrogance. "Oh, Granger! I should have known it was you!" He gave the evil eye to the twins. "Seeing as I was informed by these nit-wits of your secret affections for me last evening." He tore his gaze away and looked her up and down, sneering. "As if I would ever believe anything they said, and even if it is true, there is no way that I would ever love a Mudblood like you." He was trying to look disgusted, but the scared, painful look in his eyes betrayed him.
Hermione looked as if she wanted to sink into the floor. Fred instinctively put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close. He noticed Draco flinch at this, and it made him smile.
"Malfoy, you're a huge ass, do you know that?" George said, stepping up to him, his wand pointed at his face. "And a piss-poor liar!" He shoved him back in the room with all his strength and shut the door. They heard Draco fall over something, a string of swear words erupt from his mouth, some laughter and a few loud gasps.
"Smooth, George," Fred said with a grin.
"Like hot butter on a bald monkey," George said turning around, grinning back.
"What did you do that for?" Hermione asked angrily, pushing off Fred's arm. "You could have hurt him!" She stomped over to the door, threw it open, and then slammed it behind her.
"That woman is utterly bonkers! He called her a Mudblood and she's worried I might have killed him with my brute force strength. That's the last time I defend a girl, I tell ya!"
"I can't believe she likes him!" Fred said his face red with anger. "He's a fucking asshole, and it just makes me sick to even think of him touching her when it should be m…" He stopped, suddenly aware he had probably said way too much.
George raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you want to tell me, brother?"
Fred opened his mouth, ready to tell all, but stopped. "No. Nothing."
George noticed the hesitation. "Well, if you're sure then." He lowered his voice. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"
Actually, Fred was less than thrilled about George's plan. "But we haven't even tested the potion out yet, what if they go nutters and do something…"
"Something they've wanted to do for years? What's wrong with that?" he asked Fred, suspicious. "Unless you don't to do this because you want Hermione for yourself…"
Fred blinked. "That is most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"Well then, let's get this dress rehearsal thing over with and get back to the store. We've got work to do." They walked into the room, encountering a shocking scene.
Hermione slammed the door behind her and saw Draco lying on the floor, blood running down his face and arms. He had fallen over a wooden reindeer; the sharp antlers had cut him very badly. Ginny and Harry had run over to help him up, but he was swearing at them and trying to get up by himself.
"Draco!" Hermione said, rushing towards him. "Oh, my…! Are you okay?" He mumbled something like 'rust bucket grate' and then he passed out. She knelt down, lifting his upper body from the floor. "You'll be okay." She looked around at the frightened faces. "Ginny, can you get me some ice or a very cold cloth or something?"
Ginny took off and the others just stood there watching as Hermione held his head in her lap and smoothed back his bloody pale hair form his forehead. She was very calmly saying his name, telling him she was there and that everything was going to be fine. Ginny returned with wet, cold cloth and Hermione tenderly wiped away the blood.
Ginny knelt down next to her. "Um… Hermione, I don't think he's breathing…"
Hermione stopped wiping. She looked at his chest, and it wasn't moving. "Draco?" He took a shallow breathe and she relaxed. He was saying something; speaking so low that she had to lean in very close to hear him. "What did you say?" she whispered.
Suddenly, his arm shot up, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, smashing his lips onto hers. Shocked, Hermione tried desperately to pry him off, but he just kept kissing her. This was NOT how she pictured her first kiss with him to be. It was supposed to be romantic and sensual- not forced and in front of a bunch of on-lookers!
Still… he tasted rather good. She decided to play his game- to shock him as well, and what better way to do that than to kiss him back? She stopped fighting him, and leaned into the kiss, parting his lips and sliding her tongue in, making a small moaning sound. His mouth froze, but soon he was attacking her mouth with the same passion she was giving him.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" George said from the doorway. Everyone, who had been staring at the unbelievable scene unfolding before them, jumped at George's loud voice.
Fred pushed him aside and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. "What the… he… they…" He couldn't find the right words. "They're snogging!" He started forward, but George held out an arm, holding him back. Fred turned away from the disgusting site long enough to glare at this brother.
"Leave them be, Fred."
"But…" He looked over at the still kissing couple on the floor, growled angrily, but stayed put.
"This is what she wants- what they both want, Fred."
Ron came strolling into the room, his arms laden with garland, which was dropped on the floor as soon as he saw his ex-girlfriend and Malfoy snogging. He caught Ginny eye, and she slowly stood up and walked over to him, reaching him just as Hermione and Draco broke their kiss.
"Ron," Ginny said, touching him on the arm gently. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
Ron tried to cover up his anger and disappointment with a giant fake smile. "See what?" he asked her. "Oh, you mean Hermione snogging Malfoy?" He waved in their direction. "Like I care. She's free to slip her tongue into anyone's mouth she wants."
"I said I don't care, Ginny!" he said through tightly clenched teeth. "Now help me with this garland will you?" He bent over to pick it up, and couldn't help but glance Hermione's way. 'How the bloody hell can she find that smug bastard attractive?' he thought. 'Why am I angry anyway? I'm the one who broke it off with her. If she craves ferret love, then that's her business!' He scooped up the garland, giving Ginny half. "Let's get this put up."
He noticed that George was still holding Fred back. Fred looked like he was going to explode with anger and frustration- weird. In fact, Fred had been acting very weird lately every time Hermione's name was mentioned. Ron wondered if his older brother was harboring some secret feeling for her. 'No, that's just plain creepy!' he thought, walking past them, just as the two love birds started screaming at each other again.
They looked into each other's eyes, neither one believing what just happened. Hermione's fingers slowly came to her mouth, where she brushed them across her lips, the feel of his kiss still lingering there. Draco's heart was beating so loudly, he was sure the entire room could hear it.
He was the first to speak. "This never happened."
Hermione blinked her brow furrowing. "What?"
"You heard me, this never happened!" He slowly got to his feet, everyone scattered away, realizing this was not going to end in a good way.
"Never happened?" she shouted, jumping up. "There is an entire room full of witnesses, Draco! You can go right ahead and pretend that you didn't kiss me, but…"
He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Kiss you? I was passed out! I think it was you who kissed me!" He knew, as well as everyone in the room, that he was full of shit, but it didn't stop him from trying to play it off like it happened the way he said it did. "Taking advantage of unconscious man. Really, Granger! How pathetic can you get?"
"Pathetic?" she asked, stalking towards him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I'll tell you what's pathetic!"
She pulled out her wand and jabbed it into his chest. He backed up, his ass hitting a table. He had nowhere to go; he was trapped like a roach in a corner.
"What's pathetic is man who is so damn afraid of his feelings that he runs from them like his ass is on fire! A man who, because he's too scared to tell a woman that he loves her, is going to end up dying a lonely old man in a huge manor house covered in his own shit, regretting every second of his worthless life!"
Draco smirked at her, making her purse her lips in frustration. Clearly this was not the response she was hoping for. What did she expect? For him to announce that she was absolutely right, and for him to get on his knees and declare his undying love for her? Never!
"What about you, Granger? Are you woman enough to admit to my face that you love me instead of having two ginger-haired freaks do your dirty work while we cordially sip weak coffee in a run down, unsanitary café?" He glared at her. "Or was that all a joke… like I suspect?"
"I've had it with their damn arguing, haven't you?" Ginny asked Harry, who was making sure the set was all in place.
"I tired of it long ago, Gin. Maybe someone should do something about it."
"That's exactly what I aim to do, dear Harry!" George said, walking past, dragging a ticked off Fred by the sleeve.
Ginny walked off the stage and headed straight towards Draco and Hermione. "Hey! Are we going to practice or what? The show is tomorrow and unless you want it to suck balls, I suggest we get a move on!"
They stood there, their eyes locked and their fists clenched. Hermione slowly lowered her wand. "You're right Ginny, we need to get started with the rehearsal. If that's okay with you?" she asked Draco.
"Why wouldn't it be?" He pulled out his own wand and cleaned the blood from his arms. Already there were dark bruises forming, and he was afraid to see what his face looked like. She had wiped the blood away, but he could still feel the deep scratches on his cheek and forehead. 'That Weasley jerk-off is going to pay for that!' he thought. "Who's up first?"
"That'd be you. You are the announcer for the night aren't you?" Hermione asked. "And don't forget we have to go over our skit a few more times. We've only practiced it once."
Draco did remember, and there was a reason they had only practiced it once. He just couldn't be that close to her for that long; he was afraid of what he might do. Their skit consisted of himself dressed as Father Christmas, sitting in a chair while Hermione, who was dressed as a little girl, sat on his lap and told him all the things she wanted for Christmas.
It great wanking material he had been using night after night. That short little red skirt with the crinoline underneath, her little ruffled knickers peeking out… he was getting a huge stiffie just thinking about it! "Yeah, whatever." He dismissed her with a wave. She headed for the front row of the theatre and he took center stage.
Luna pranced onto the stage wearing a light fitting white leotard covered in sparkles. On her head was tied a giant snowflake, and she was tossing fake snow into the air while spinning around singing 'Here comes Suzy Snowflake'.
"Flake is right," Draco said under his breath.
"If you want to make a snowman
I'll help you make one, two, three!"
She did some sort of strange dance move and then jumped in the air, clicking her heels together. Twirling and spinning, prancing and gyrating- it was a site to behold!
Draco wanted to throw up. She was hard to watch. Although her body wasn't that bad in that tight outfit, and her hair looked nice with all that glitter hairspray in it, she was still a friggin' nutter who danced like a cat with fire crackers up its ass.
"Here comes Suzy snowflake
Look at her tumblin' down!"
She fell gracefully to her side, hitting her snowflake hat on the floor, knocking it sideways.
"Bringing joy to every girl and boy;
Suzy's coming to town!"
She jumped up, danced a jig, threw some more fake snow and took a bow.
Everyone clapped except for Draco who motioned for Lee to close the curtain. 'Thanks be to whatever god is out there that that nightmare is over!' He shuddered as Luna ran past, glowing with happiness. "Next! Who the bloody hell is next?"
Hermione looked down at her clip board. "It's Fred and George!"
The twins walked out, dressed in red turtlenecks and green trousers, with reindeer printed suspenders on. They took center stage and then Lee opened the curtain.
"Wanna hear the best joke ever?" He snapped his suspenders loudly.
"Okay!" Fred said with a goofy, nerdy snort.
George grinned deviously. "Me and a few of my mates went to this new pub last night. Real nice place, but before we could go in, they owner said we had to present something 'Christmassy'." He gave the empty theatre a huge smile and then went on:
"Oliver searched his pocket and found some mistletoe, so he was allowed in. Lee handed him a cracker, so they let him inside the gate, and I…" He started to laugh, having a hard time spitting out the rest of the joke. "I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of black lacy knickers."
"But what do black lacy knickers have to do with Christmas?" Fred asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"They were Carol's!" George said, and both guffawed, slapping each other on the back.
"I… I have one!" Fred said, trying to catch his breath. "This customer at the store told me this really happened to him last Christmas! He said he woke up after his Christmas party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and he couldn't remember what had happened at the party. After going to the loo to piss, he went dowstairs to find his wife.
'Honey, tell me what happened last night! Was it as bad as I think?' he asked, rubbing his throbbing temples.
'Even worse!' she stated. 'You made a complete arse out of yourself! You succeeded in antagonizing the entire board of directors, and you insulted the president of the company right to his face!'
'He's a jerk!' my friend said to his wife. 'Piss on him!'
'You did!' his wife said. 'And he fired you!"
'Well screw him!' he said angrily.
'I did!' she said with a smile. 'And you're back to work on Monday!'"
They collapsed on each other in hysterics. Draco said it was enough and Lee closed the curtain, laughing his ass off at his friends.
As soon as the curtain closed, George grabbed Fred and they Aparrated to the joke shop.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Fred asked apprehensively. "I mean we don't even know if this works or not. We could be wasting out time!"
"Oh, it'll work!" George said, mixing a red-colored potion with a few drops of a green one. He swirled the beaker around, and then handed it to Fred. "I'll be right back."
Fred watched his twin step outside the shop and scoop up some snow in a little pewter bowl. He had a sickening feeling in his stomach about what they were about to do. He sniffed the potion. It smelled like cinnamon and holly berries with a hint of pine tree.
George came back in, snatched the beaker back and put in a spoonful of the newly-fallen snow. "Now, we need to heat it to a boiling, let it sit over night and then add the secret ingredient right before the show tomorrow." His eyes were dancing merrily. "I can't wait!" he exclaimed, pouring the potion into a small cauldron and lighting a fire under it with his wand.
George looked up to see his brother looking back at him wearing an expression of pure agony. "What?" He frowned, getting annoyed. "Don't tell me you're too much of a chicken shit to go through with this! Look at this this way: whatever her reaction is, it's what's she wants… what she secretly wishes for. That's what the potion is supposed to do."
"I know what this is all about!" George said with a devious grin. "You think you're going to be disappointed when her Christmas wish turns out to be about Malfoy- not you!"
Fred blanched. "I told you before, I don't fancy Hermione!"
"Have you forgotten who I am? That we shared a tiny space in our mother's womb for nine months? I know you, Fred- maybe even better than you know yourself. I see the way you look at her, the way you cringe whenever she mentions his name. You're jealous, admit it!"
Fred crossed his stubbornly and said nothing.
"You really are a git, you know that?" He headed for the stairs that led to their flat over the shop. "You never know, maybe she jump into your arms and snog the hell out of you. Anything's possible! Now put out those flames and come have a shot of Firewhiskey with me!" He ran up the stairs, two at a time.
Fred stood alone in the room, listening to the potion bubble in the cauldron. George was right, maybe Hermione- deep in her heart- really preferred him to Malfoy and this potion would bring everything out into the open; then again, maybe it would backfire and she would run straight to Malfoy and never give him another thought. Was it a chance he was willing to take?
He extinguished the fire under the cauldron, stirred the potion a few times, and with a heavy sigh, headed upstairs to get plastered.
Christmas eve, the night of the show:
"I'm so bloody nervous!" Ron said to Harry. They were all gathered backstage and were listening to the theater fill up. "What if I trip? What if I throw up? What if…"
"What if I kick the shit out of you?" Draco said. He gave Ron a death glare and shoved him aside, searching the crowd for Hermione. "Oi! Granger!"
Hermione pushed her way towards him. "What?" She was sweaty and jittery, and very angry that Fred and George were late.
"Are those bastards here yet?" He looked for their flaming heads, but saw nothing but Ginny's. "We start in five minutes!"
Suddenly they appeared from thin air right in front of Draco and Hermione, grinning, red-faced and carrying some bottles of liquor. "We're here!"
"It's about fucking time!" Draco spat.
George conjured a stack of paper cups. "Chill, Malfoy! Have a drink- or two!" He poured out the strange colored liquid into the cup and handed it to him. "Unless you're not man enough…"
"A drink! I don't think that's a good idea!" Hermione said. "We don't need a bunch of drunken people stumbling about on stage!"
"Oh come on Hermione! Just one little drink?" George begged. "We'll even toast to you and Malfoy: the best directors the Ministry Christmas pageant has ever seen!"
Hermione looked around at her friends. They looked like sad dogs who were waiting to be euthanized. "Okay! But just ONE!"
Cheers went up as George handed out the drinks.
Fred was standing behind George, concealed from Hermione's view. He was able to add the potion to her cup before handing it to her. He felt that sinking feeling in his gut as she took it from his hand and smiled at him. He watched her tip it to her mouth and wanted to run over, and smack it away.
Someone slapped him on the back, it was George. "Is it done?" he whispered
He turned to see her empty the cup and said, "It's done."
"Takes about an hour and a half for it to take effect, so that should be after the show has ended. Wouldn't want anything to happen during the pageant, would we? That would be a disaster!" George took a swig from the bottle just as Draco announced that it was time to start.
"How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
It's Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home!"
Seamus sang in a clear Irish tenor. He was actually very talented, and his was possibly the best skit in the entire show. He bowed to enormous applause and left the stage, the curtain closing. Everyone scrambled to get the set ready.
Draco walked onto the stage. "May I present to you the great tap-dancing abilities of Miss Parvati Patil, Miss Lavender Brown and Mr. Oliver Wood!"
Draco exited, the curtain opened and there were Lavender and Parvati, dressed in World War Two outfits- well something resembling them anyway; Draco doubted they wore tiny short skirts during the war.
He went in search of Hermione to make sure she was in costume, and found her helping Luna to tie her snowflake hat to her head. "Granger, why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Draco, we're the last act. I have time! You're the one who takes forever to get into costume!" She sent Luna on her way wishing her luck. "Now just go awa…" she suddenly felt very dizzy. She fell into Draco, almost toppling them both over.
"What the hell…" He struggled to keep her up. "Granger!" She buried her face in chest and at first, he thought she was crying, but he soon realized she was laughing- giggling like a mad woman!
George and Fred, who had just walked around the corner, stopped in their tracks. "It's working!" George said, excited.
"So soon?" Fred had that sinking feeling again. "But the show's not over yet!"
George dismissed his panic with a wave of his hand. "It's okay, this is just the first sign that it's working." Fred wasn't too happy to see Hermione already falling all over Malfoy. "Oh, come on Fred! There's still hope!"
Draco managed to pry her off, and led her to a chair while she giggled all the way. "Granger, what the bloody hell had gotten into you?"
She dabbed her eyes with her sleeve. "I think I might be drunk!"
"From one sip of alcohol?" he asked incredulously. He doubted that was her problem. He noticed the Weasley twins hovering nearby, one looking nauseated, the other almost dancing for joy. "Did you do something to her?"
"Why whatever do you mean?" George asked innocently.
"You lot look very suspicious! I…" He was interrupted by Lee Jordan yelling at him to get his ass over to the stage. After making sure Hermione was as fine as she could get, he gave the twins one last glare and went to announce the next act.
"Well he lives up in a mountain
Like a hermit in the cave
He never had a haircut
He never took a shave
The boogie woogie Santa Claus
Boogie woogie Santa Claus
Boogie woogie Santa
Comes this time every Christmas day"
Oliver, who was dressed as a big band musician wearing a Santa beard and hat, was taking turns swing dancing with Lavender and Parvati. All three started tapping for their big finish; shuffling and swinging their arms crazily.
"Well it's rock rock rock Mr. Santa
Jump jump jump Mr. Santa!"
"Well it's rock rock rock Mr. Santa
The boogie woogie Santa will bookie all your blues away!"
They finished, out of breath and sweaty. The curtain closed and they rushed from the stage, all smiles.
Harry, Ron and Ginny were next, their skit was boring; Ginny and Ron lie in an oversized bed, pretending to be little children while Harry read 'The Night Before Christmas' with all the gusto of someone reciting a eulogy at a funeral.
As soon as Draco announced them, he rushed back to see if Hermione was all right. She was nowhere to be found. "Did you see where Granger went?" he asked Luna, who blamed her disappearance on a Blibbering Humdinger."
Draco just blinked, turned and continued looking for her, wondering how in the hell Luna Lovegood wasn't locked up in a looey bin someplace. "Granger!" he yelled. No answer, but he thought he heard giggling coming from the closed door of the woman's loo. He rapped on the door with his knuckles. "Granger? Is that you?"
"Yes, lover," she said, in a sexy voice. "It's me."
Draco lifted his brow, his hand frozen in mid-knock. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm just getting ready." She giggled some more. "I've got a surprise for you, Draco…"
He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a bit too warm. "A… a surprise?"
"Yes, and I just can't wait to show you!"
"Are you going to show me now?" He had no idea what this was about, but he was intrigued. He had never heard her speak this way, it was… a turn on.
"Malfoy!" Lee shouted.
"Damn!" he said under his breath. "Granger? I have to go and announce Luna, but I'll be right back!" She didn't answer, so he reluctantly left and made his way onto the stage.
He had no luck finding her after he came back; she wasn't in the loo and no one it seems had seen her. He even questioned a frightened looking Fred, who asked him strange questions about the way she had been acting. He told him nothing of course. He gave up looking and hoped she would somehow pull herself together for their skit. He was having a hard time concentrating, thinking about the 'surprise' she had hinted at. Was she serious? Or was she just joking around?
After announcing Fred and George, Draco ran to get his Father Christmas outfit on. He took his seat in his throne chair behind the closed curtain. Looking down, he noticed there was a huge fake present sitting off to his right. This wasn't part of his set and he glanced around, wondering what else was wrong. The giant candy canes that went from the floor to the ceiling were in place, the sleigh filled with goodies was behind him, and the fake reindeer were hitched to it.
"Whatever!" he said, wondering where in the hell Hermione was. He hoped she wasn't passed out somewhere drooling on herself. He would look like a complete idiot if she didn't hurry up!
He heard Harry come out to loud applause and whistles and announce the act. Draco started to panic, his eyes darting around for her. He saw the Weasley twins arguing with each other, Parvati snogging Oliver Wood, but no Hermione. The curtain opened and he froze.
'Oh, fuck! What am I going to do?' He wanted to bolt from the stage, but his legs wouldn't work. The theatre was dead silent, except for an occasional cough. All of the sudden, there were red and green spotlights on the stage and music…
Draco looked around, confused. There wasn't supposed to be any music. He managed to lift a leg and was about to high-tale it off the stage, when the lid on the over-sized gift at his feet flew off and a scantily clad Hermione Granger popped out of it.
She stepped out of it, slowly. Her red and white see-through teddy swaying beneath her thong covered ass. She had a white boa wrapped around her neck and red patent leather high heels on her feet. Her hair was up in a mass of curls loose strands fell in tendrils around her face. Her lips were pouty- and red, her eyes alight with lusty mischief.
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
She walked behind him, pressing her breasts against the back of his head, singing sensually in his ear.
"Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
She slowly pulled off the boa and wrapped it around his neck. Pulling his head back, she kissed him passionately.
Draco's mind was a spinning. 'This is not happening!' Her lips and tongue felt so damn good! She slowly released his mouth from the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip, and walking in front of him, she took off the robe part of her teddy, leaving her standing there in a matching set of lacy red thongs and push-up bra.
"Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo"
She gyrated in front of him, tossing the robe at him, where it landed on his head. He absently took it off, his eyes never leaving the erotic sight before him. The crowd was cheering and making shocked comments, but he heard none of it.
"Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
She turned, shook her ass in his face and then she grabbed hold of one of the candy cane poles and swung around, her hair coming loose. She hooked her leg around it and turned upside down, looking right at him.
"Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
Draco wanted to jump from the chair, rip those slutty knickers from her body and fuck her right there on the stage- in front of everyone! She spun around, planted her feet on the ground, spread apart, her arms above her head, gripping the pole.
"Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo"
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, flinging it into the audience. She took a few steps towards him and then leaned in, her hands on his thighs, her lips close to his. Draco had a fleeting image of the theatre getting an eye full of Hermione almost-bare ass before she turned and sat in his lap.
Her hair was in his face, her hips grinding and undulation on his raging hard-on. She swung herself around, so that she was kneeling in his lap, her tits at mouth level- he wanted to flit his tongue over them- make her moan.
She laid her upper body back, her head almost touching the floor. He held onto her hips as she rubbed herself on him, He pulled her up roughly, coming face to face, their eyes locked onto one another hungrily.
"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
Draco attacked her mouth and the curtain closed, plunging them into semi-darkness. "I love you," he heard her say, as she laid her head on his shoulder. Those words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Hermione!" Ginny's voice came from somewhere far away. She wished for it to go away and leave her alone- alone with the man she loved.
"Hermione!" Ginny grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her out of Draco's lap. "What the hell was that?"
Hermione was feeling dizzy again and she shook her head, trying to clear it. "What the hell was what? What are you talking about?"
Ron pushed to the front of the crowd. "Are you mad? Look at you! Look at what you're wearing- or not wearing! I can't believe you just did a striptease and gave Malfoy a lap-dance in front of a packed theatre!"
Fred looked over at George angrily.
Hermione looked down at herself, and then over at Draco, who was sitting there, stunned. Horror dawned on her face and she ran from the stage, trying to cover herself.
"I told you this was a bad idea!" Fred said loudly, making everyone turn around. "I knew we should have never given her that potion!"
Draco got up, "What are you talking about?"
"Since you and Hermione were being so damn stubborn about your feelings for each other, George came up with this plan…" George elbowed him in the ribs.
"What plan?" Draco asked stalking towards them. "What plan, damn it?"
"We invented this potion," George said deciding to come clean. "It's supposed to make your Christmas wish come true." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "How were we to know that Hermione wished more than anything to give Malfoy a lap-dance? I never would have thou…"
Draco hauled off and punched George in the mouth, sending him falling into Fred. "I can't believe you, and people accuse me of being a bastard!" he said and took off to find Hermione.
Hermione fled down the hall, grabbing someone's heavy cloak off the table as she ran past. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The thought that all of those people had seen her naked and humping Mallfoy like a horny bitch was too painful to fathom.
'Why?' she thought 'Why would I do that?' she reached the side door and stopped, hearing people on the other side.
"Can you believe that?" A woman said. "I never thought Hermione Granger was such a slut!"
"Well, I did," said a man. "This one time back at Hogwarts…" the voice trailed away as they walked past.
Hermione leaned on the door, tears rolling down her face. She was never going to be able to show her face again. She knew she'd have to leave the wizarding world and return to the Muggle one, never to return!
She listened for more people passing by, heard nothing, and so she opened the door, stepping out into the freezing night air. Somewhere down the block, church bells began to ring. It was midnight, Christmas Day.
The door opened behind her and out stepped Draco, still dressed as Father Christmas. "There you are!" he said, walking towards her, ripping off his beard and hat.
Draco was the last person she wanted to see right now. How much fun he was going to have with this! She knew he was never going to let her forget this! "Malfoy…" was all she got out before he was kissing her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.
He let her down just as the clock struck twelve. "It's Christmas," he said looking at the star-filled sky. He felt strange- as if he was dreaming all this.
"I know," she said, joining him in looking at the stars. She took his hand in hers and squeezed. "Look! The Christmas star!" she said, pointing to the brightest star in the sky. "Aren't you going to make a Christmas wish?"
He pulled her into his arms. "You are my Christmas wish," he said and they kissed, a sudden gust of chilly wind making the snow swirl around their feet.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to JK Rowling.
Additional Discalimer: I have no idea who those Christmas songs belong to, but I give credit to who ever you are. The jokes are jokes that have been around forever. I just changed them up a bit.