A/N – This is the third and final part of this particular little story. I have a lot more stories planned for this universe, including holidays, children and lots more. At the minute I have no more of these stories written, so I can't say when I'm going to publish the next one. All I do know is that I'm not finished with the wonderful light-heartedness of this universe, and this particular group of friends will definitely be back. Until then, enjoy the final part.
New Year's Eve.
On New Year's Eve Hermione and Draco headed to the Manor just after lunch so Hermione could help Narcissa set up for the party. While the two Malfoy women worked hard on ensuring the Manor was ready to host its annual New Year's Eve gathering, the two Malfoy men were mysteriously absent. When Hermione questioned Narcissa on Draco and Lucius's absence, the blonde witch merely shrugged and explained it had been happening for years and she was used to them leaving her to sort out the party. Despite it just been Hermione and Narcissa, along with the Manor's House Elves, everything was sorted in good time for the party.
Once everything was sorted the two women left for their respective rooms to get ready. It had been decided that Hermione and Draco would spend the night at the Manor and the couple were currently ensconced in Draco's former bedroom. The room was exactly the same as when Draco had moved out of the Manor just after leaving school, meaning the room was a shrine to Slytherin house with everything either green or silver.
When Hermione entered the bedroom she found Draco standing in front of the floor length mirror in the corner, a towel wrapped round his waist. Her husband had clearly just emerged from the shower as his hair was still wet, although he was just starting to dry it using magic.
"Why don't you just let it dry naturally?" Hermione asked.
"I don't want to get my clothes wet." Draco replied, not looking away from his reflection. "I'm going to get dressed in a minute."
"Speaking of clothes, what am I wearing?" Hermione questioned, looking around the room for any sign of her dress.
Hermione had agreed to let her husband sort the costumes for the masquerade ball they were about to attend, but so far she hadn't seen her dress. Draco had assured her that it was already in the Manor and it was perfect, but Hermione was beginning to get anxious.
"You go and have a shower." Draco told his wife. "And when your return your outfit will be waiting."
Doing as Draco said, Hermione entered the en-suite bathroom and had a steaming hot shower. When she emerged she magically dried her hair, knowing she didn't have time for her long curls to dry naturally. Wrapping one of the large, fluffy emerald towels around herself Hermione left the bathroom.
When Hermione re-entered the bedroom she found Draco standing beside the bed. On top of the silver covers lay the most exquisite lilac and cream dress that Hermione had ever seen. The dress had intricate little patterns, sewn in gold thread all over the long flowing skirt. Alongside the dress was a perfectly matching purple and cream mask, which would cover half her face, and on the floor was a pair of low heel shoes, dyed to match the dress perfectly.
"It's gorgeous." Hermione said, gently feeling the silky material. "Thank you Draco, I love it."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." Draco said, giving Hermione a peck on the cheek.
While Draco turned to sort his own mask, a plainer black mask with gold edging, Hermione walked over to the drawer where she kept her belongings when they stayed at the Manor.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, following his wife's movement's out of the corner of his eye.
"Getting some underwear." Hermione replied, trying to find something suitable in the handful of bits she had at the Manor. "I notice you didn't bother to provide any."
"That's because you don't need any." Draco retorted. "The dress has a built in corset."
"Fine, I don't need a bra." Hermione said. "But I still need knickers."
"No, you don't." Draco replied and with a flick of his wand all of Hermione's underwear vanished from the room.
"Draco, give me back my underwear." Hermione demanded, turning and glaring at her husband.
"I'll give you them back tomorrow." Draco replied, unconcerned by the frosty glare Hermione was throwing his way.
"Do you seriously expect me to attend this party without underwear?" Hermione asked, wondering if Draco was just winding her up.
"Why not?" Draco shrugged, walking up behind Hermione and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. "You're wearing a long dress, I'll be the only one who knows you're bare underneath."
"That's not the point." Hermione argued, even though she could see Draco's point of view. They would be the only two who would know just how exposed she was and the thought was surprisingly hot.
"The point is, it'll be hot." Draco whispered in Hermione's ear, unknowingly tapping into her last thought. "I like the idea of you walking around with no knickers, and only me knowing about it."
"I guess I'm open to persuasion." Hermione said as Draco's lips brushed over her cheek and descended on her neck.
Draco chuckled at Hermione's response as he whipped the towel away from her naked body. "Let me persuade you, then." He purred, his left hand closing around her breast while his right hand headed for her hip.
Hermione smiled to herself as she leant her head back to rest on Draco's shoulder. A few seconds later the smile changed into soft moans as Draco's hand snaked in-between her legs and started to explore. Hermione's body was extremely receptive to Draco's touch and the combination of his left hand toying with her breast and his right hand stroking her down below soon had the brunette witch immensely turned on and desperate for more than the teasing her husband was doing.
"This isn't persuading me." Hermione panted, grinding her backside against Draco's rapidly hardening erection. "This is teasing, and I don't like to be teased."
"Liar." Draco chuckled. "You love being teased. And you can't deny the end result is always worth waiting for."
Hermione tutted in resignation, knowing Draco was right. Even when he teased her, the orgasmic results always made up for the torture she had endured getting there. Luckily for Hermione, Draco decided that with not much time before the party his teasing would have to be cut short.
Changing the position of his right hand, Draco plunged two fingers inside Hermione, causing her to moan loudly. Hermione moans grew even more frantic when his thumb began tracing circles around her clit. While his right hand was busy, his left continued its attentions to her breast and he also carried on kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulder.
"Is this persuasion enough?" Draco asked, moving his lips to nibble on Hermione's ear.
"Nearly." Hermione panted, writhing against Draco. "A bit more."
Wanting to please his wife, Draco returned to the task in hand and within seconds he had Hermione on the brink of her climax. A few naughty, whispered words in her ear had Hermione screaming Draco's name as she hit her peak. While his right hand remained where it was, Draco wrapped his left arm securely around Hermione's waist as she lost herself in ecstasy. Hermione was vaguely aware of Draco's arm supporting her as she began to regain her focus.
"See, there are definite benefits to not wearing underwear." Draco remarked, once he was sure Hermione had recovered slightly.
"I suppose." Hermione said, as she tried to regain enough feeling in her legs to stand on her own. At the minute she was still clutching at Draco as she was afraid she might fall without his support. "But you can't do that in the middle of the party."
"No, but I can think about it." Draco replied. "And I'm sure I can grab an occasional feel, just to keep you ready for me."
"I'm always ready for you." Hermione said honestly. Just a few touches, sometimes even just a heated glance, was all it took for her to be more than ready for Draco.
Draco chuckled quietly in response, knowing just how true Hermione's words were. "Back to the point of that bit of fun. Did I persuade you to go without underwear for the night?"
"Yes, I guess you did." Hermione chuckled, finally extracting herself from Draco's arms.
"Excellent." Draco grinned. "This will be a great night."
As Draco headed off to the bedroom, Hermione used magic to clean herself up a bit before slipping into the dress. Once she was wearing the dress Hermione realised that there was no way Draco could sneak a feel underneath her skirt without alerting the entire party to what he was doing. Hermione laughed to herself as she realised just how torturous a night her husband was in for. Knowing she was naked underneath her dress and not being able to touch her would drive him mad.
"What are you smiling at?" Draco asked as he re-emerged from the bathroom.
"Nothing." Hermione replied, not willing to share her realisation with Draco. "I just really like this dress."
"You look gorgeous in it." Draco said, his eyes sweeping appreciatively over Hermione.
"Thanks." Hermione said, slipping into her shoes and grabbing her mask. "Let's go, your parents will be waiting."
Draco grabbed his own mask as the couple left the bedroom and headed downstairs in preparation for the party.
...
A couple of hours into the party Hermione and Draco had spoken to all of their friends and were enjoying themselves when Narcissa approached them. After checking the couple were having fun, she then proceeded to whisk Hermione off.
Narcissa took Hermione into one of the rooms not in use for the party and told her to wait there. Narcissa then left and returned several times, each time bringing with her one of Hermione's friends. Within a few minutes all of the witches in Hermione's circle of friends were gathered in the room.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she magically removed her mask.
"I've had an idea for a bit of New Year's fun." Narcissa announced as everyone else removed their masks and looked at her expectantly. "At midnight, I thought we could indulge in a slight bit of partner swapping. Nothing untoward though, it's just for the kiss at midnight."
"Does this have anything to do with my husband and his ridiculous ideas about you?" Angelina asked.
"I admit, I did think it would be fun to play with George." Narcissa admitted with a sly smile. "He turned bright red earlier, and all I said was he was looking rather handsome in his costume. I figured a little kiss would really get him hot under the collar."
"I love it." Angelina laughed, picturing her husband's reaction when it was announced he was kissing Narcissa at New Year.
"I really can't see some of the boys agreeing to this." Ginny said.
"That's why we just tell them what's going on." Narcissa replied. "I thought we could sort out who was kissing who now and just before midnight we announce the plans to the men."
"I'm game." Angelina jumped in immediately, already having a target in mind to kiss. "And if it's okay, I would like to kiss Lucius. That would freak George out so much."
"I think that's a brilliant idea, Angelina." Narcissa beamed at the younger witch. "I'm sure Lucius won't object to kissing a beautiful young witch like yourself. Now everyone else needs to pick a partner."
"Well, there's only one choice for me." Pansy shrugged. "I'll have to kiss Ron."
"Why is Ron your only choice?" Luna asked.
"Well, I've kissed all three of Draco, Blaise and Theo back in school and if we're doing this I want a kiss from someone new." Pansy explained.
"Going by Pansy's logic, that rules Harry out for me." Ginny piped up. Her relationship with Harry had been brief but in the few months they were together they did plenty of kissing, and a lot more as well. "So that leaves me with either Draco or Theo."
Hermione watched Ginny closely as she debated over the two former Slytherins. For some reason she found herself hoping Ginny picked Theo to kiss, although she suspected it was because she knew her friend had once harboured a schoolgirl crush on her husband. Much to Hermione's relief Ginny eventually settled on Theo as her New Year kiss.
"I'll kiss Blaise." Hermione offered when it was her turn to pick. "Harry's my best friend and it'll be far too weird to kiss him. Plus it'll wind Draco up if I kiss his best friend."
"Why would you want to wind Draco up?" Luna asked.
"For the possessive sex that'll follow." Pansy snorted at Luna's innocence. "After watching Hermione kiss Blaise, Draco will be desperate to show her that what she's got with him, is much better than anything she can get elsewhere."
"Precisely." Hermione nodded, agreeing with Pansy's assessment. A jealous Draco always equalled a passion filled romp in the bedroom.
"Perhaps now we should return to the New Year's kiss." Narcissa suggested, not wanting to hear too much more about her son's sex life. "Daphne and Luna need to pick someone to kiss, and for some reason no-one wants to kiss my son."
"Well I certainly don't." Daphne remarked. "I've known Draco far too long and kissing him would be weird, I'll take Harry."
"I'm quite happy to kiss Draco." Luna said. "I think he'll be a very good kisser."
"Oh, he is." Pansy said with a smirk. "Even at fourteen he had a wickedly talented tongue."
"Hey, that's my husband you're bragging about." Hermione playfully hit Pansy on the arm as she mock glared at her friend. She wasn't the slightest bit jealous of the teenage relationship the two former Slytherins had shared, as unlike the others who thought it was serious, Hermione knew it never amounted to more than a few heated make-out sessions.
"Are you saying Draco's tongue isn't talented?" Pansy questioned with a laugh.
"It most definitely is, but I should be the one to brag about it, not his ex-girlfriend." Hermione said, laughing along with Pansy.
"Maybe both of you should wait to discuss such matters when his mother isn't in the room." Daphne advised, shooting worried looks at Narcissa.
"It's okay, Daphne, I don't mind." Narcissa smiled. "Besides Draco's so much like his father it's no shock to hear about his talented tongue. Lucius's tongue certainly knows how to show a witch a good time."
Daphne and Luna both looked shocked at the older witch's words while the rest of the girls burst out laughing. Once they'd recovered from their laughter they all replaced their masks and re-joined the party, after making arrangements to meet up just before midnight.
Slipping back into the crowds, Hermione soon found herself being accosted by Draco and dragged into a secluded corner.
"What's going on?" Draco asked.
"Nothing." Hermione shrugged. "Just some girl talk."
"In the middle of a party?" Draco questioned, clearly not believing the flimsy excuse.
"I promise, you'll find out all about it later on." Hermione said, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck and giving him a quick kiss.
Instead of letting Hermione out of his arms after the kiss, Draco pulled his wife closer to him as his hands began wandering down her back. Hermione smirked to herself when Draco started muttering as after a few minutes of his hands wandering over her backside, he still hadn't managed to get a feel under her dress.
"Damn, I can't grab a feel with this dress." Draco muttered, finally realising he had a problem. "The bloody thing is too long, I can't slip my hand under it without alerting everyone to what I'm doing."
"I know." Hermione smirked. "I figured that out the second I put it on."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco pouted. "I was looking forward to teasing you tonight."
"It looks like I'm the one teasing you." Hermione replied with a wink. "You've now got to go all night knowing I'm not wearing any knickers and you can't even take advantage of the fact."
Draco groaned as he realised Hermione would now by taunting him for the rest of the night. Sure enough Hermione spent the next few hours by Draco's side, constantly whispering naughty things to him. Just before midnight Draco was about to snap and drag her off somewhere private when Hermione grabbed him and manoeuvred him into the main ballroom, where his parents and the rest of their friends were.
"I have a little announcement to make." Narcissa announced, when the entire group were gathered around her and Lucius. "To celebrate the New Year, I thought we could indulge in a little bit of fun. Instead of kissing your partner at midnight, we're all going to kiss someone new. And it's ladies prerogative."
"Please, not me. Let her pick someone else." George muttered, causing a few of his friends nearby to chuckle at him.
"George, darling." Narcissa called, waltzing over to the redhead. "You'll do me the honour of a New Year kiss won't you?"
"Of course he will." Angelina answered for husband as he seemed unable to talk. "And I'll just grab your husband for a straight swap."
"I always knew we would get round to some partner swapping." Lucius chuckled to George.
"Everyone else grab your partners, it's almost midnight." Narcissa called as she held onto George's arm.
As the couples began to separate Draco grabbed hold of Hermione and whispered in her ear. "Don't pick, Blaise. He's got wandering hands and I don't trust him with you."
"Sorry, we've already picked and I picked Blaise." Hermione smirked as jealousy flared up in Draco's stormy grey eyes. "But I'll watch out for his hands."
Wriggling out of Draco's grasp, Hermione headed over to Blaise while Luna approached Draco. Once the new partners were in place the couple's began counting down to the New Year. While most of the group were looking thrilled at the idea of kissing someone else for a bit of fun, Draco was shooting his best friend warning looks and George was looking increasingly nervous.
When the clock struck midnight and the kissing began, everything passed without a hitch. Draco was relieved that Blaise kept his hands to himself and George was thrilled when Narcissa just gave him a quick peck.
"Don't worry darling, you're not my type." Narcissa whispered to the redhead, trying to ease his worries regarding her intentions. "You're a lovely boy, but you're not my Lucius."
George visibly relaxed at Narcissa's confession and for the first time since meeting her, he began to relax in her presence. When Lucius and Angelina then joined them and he witnessed Draco's parents sharing a loving embrace, he wondered what he was making a fuss over. Narcissa clearly loved Lucius, so why he thought she would be chasing him was a mystery even to him.
Over the other side of the group, Draco quickly reclaimed Hermione and before she knew what was happening he was whisking her away from their friends.
"What are you doing, Draco? Where are we going?"
"I'm going to give you your New Year's kiss." Draco replied as the couple slipped into Lucius's study.
"Why didn't you just kiss me back in the ballroom?" Hermione questioned.
Draco grinned as he backed Hermione up against his father's antique desk and perched her on the edge. "I didn't think you'd approve of me kissing you like this in public." He replied as he began hiking her dress up.
"No, you can't do this in public." Hermione whispered as Draco pushed her dress all the way to her waist and got down on his knees in front of her.
Draco then proceeded to give Hermione a very exhilarating New Year's kiss on his father's desk before the couple briefly returned to the party to wish everyone a happy New Year and to say goodnight. The couple then returned to Draco's bedroom where they celebrated the New Year in their own private way.
The End.