A/N: Hey all! I felt like writing something to honor the holiday season. I got the idea from a book I was reading the other day. I wanted it to be really sweet and fluffy. Lol. So here it is- it's not going to be very long- maybe three chapters or so. I hope you like it! Oh and Hermione has the same background that she does in my other story – a famous fashion designer. Not very realistic, I know, but whatever. Also, everyone has decided to call a truce with one another, so everyone tolerates Malfoy, but Hermione is still kind of cautious around him. So here it is… please read and review!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Warning: Inordinate amounts of fluff!

Snowed Inn

Chapter 1:

It was so freaking cold. What the hell was I thinking, moving here? It was probably negative two thousand degrees outside right now. No joke. I mean sure, I wanted to get away from the Wizarding world and London for a while, but why did I choose a place that was so far up north and so damn cold? Oh yeah, it's because I like the snow. Or I used to. So I chose a place that just happened to have snow basically year-round. Smart, Hermione. Real smart.

So here I am, on a really small island, basically in the middle of nowhere. We're not allowed to drive cars on the island, to keep the pollution down. Instead, the transportation for the winter season is horse-drawn sleighs. Okay, so the romantic in me thinks this is really cute, and it may be one tiny bit of why I moved here, of all places. But still. This place is incredibly small, and it seems like everyone knows everyone around here. Funny that I, Hermione Granger, rich and famous fashion designer, should come to live on a really small island instead of one of the fashion capitals of the world. But alas, I decided to take a break and turn the company over to my trusted business partner, Blaise Zabini, who knows that if my company goes downhill even one bit, he will be a dead man.

I wanted a change of pace, slow down a little. That's why I just bought an inn and some stables here. I'm going to try out the bed-and-breakfast thing for a little bit and see how that goes. If that doesn't work, I'll just find something else to do with my time, like… Okay, so right now this bed-and-breakfast is the only thing I have on my list, but I'll figure something out. I'm Hermione Granger. I always do.

My goal for the inn was to create a somewhat romantic and cozy atmosphere for my guests. I have a fireplace downstairs, one in my room, and one in which I designated the "Honeymoon Suite." My plan is to take them out on rides on some of my horses and serve tea or hot chocolate at a specific time everyday and… well that's all I have so far. Oh! But did I mention the name of my oh-so romantic inn? I decided to call it Whisperwood Cottage. It has a nice, cozy feel to it, don't you think?

I adjusted the heat and decided to start unpacking some of the boxes. Harry and Ron had promised to stop by later to help, but in the mean time, I took out my wand and started directing things to their rightful places. Just when I started this, the doorbell rang, causing me to jump and quickly hide my wand. As I opened the door, I was greeted with a gust of cold wind, and an abnormally cheery face.

"Hi there! My name's Cadence. Welcome to the island!" A tall, pretty girl around my age, around 24 years old stood at my door. She had long, luxurious black hair that fell to her waste, and blue eyes.

"Um, hi Cadence. I'm Hermione. It's so nice to meet you?" I said, taken aback.

"I'm so glad you decided to move here! You are going to be my new best friend!"

I looked at her like she was crazy, but smiled just to be nice.

"Anyways, I just brought you a little warm fudge. It's the specialty and basically a staple on this island, so I hope you enjoy it! I will stop by later and see how you're doing, okay?" She said sweetly. And with that, she skipped off, while I wondered how someone could have that much energy inside her.

The doorbell rang again before I even had the chance to go back to what I was doing before. I took my time opening the door, hoping it wasn't one of Cadence's cheerful little friends coming to greet me also.

"Oh hurry up, Mione. It's freezing out here!" A deep voice yelled out. I opened the door and was pleased to find my best friends Harry Potter and Ron and Ginny Weasley.

"Thanks for coming, you guys! I really appreciate it!" I took their coats and brought them some hot chocolate. "So? What do you think so far of the island and the inn?" I asked them, hoping they wouldn't say anything that would make me second-guess my decision to move here.

"It's so cute!" Ginny squealed. "I love the horse-drawn sleigh and carriages, and the little shops and homes are so quaint! It's perfect!"

"It's great Hermione, but do you think that you could really live here? I mean it's so small, and honestly Mia, you're a city girl. We all know it." Harry said.

"I know. But I wanted a change. I was kind of getting bored of all the city drama and whatnot."

"Well, if you think you'll be happy, then that's all that matters, Mia." Ron said, looking skeptical. In that time, Ginny and Harry had exchanged looks, as if they were hiding something.

"What's going on, you two? What are you hiding?" I asked them, trying to see if I could read their expressions.

"Well," Ginny started, "There's something that we need to tell you guys but we were going to wait a little while longer. But if you really want to know…"

"Yes we want to know! C'mon! What's the big news?" I asked with anticipation.

"Well Harry and I," Ginny paused and looked at Harry, "We're getting married!" She squealed.

I stared at them in wonder. I mean I knew that this was inevitable, but they only really started dating again a few months ago. But I guess they've known each other long enough and have always been in love with each other, even though they've broken up like twice already. But they wouldn't have broken up the first time if it weren't for Harry's need to be noble. And I don't even know why they broke up the second time. I guess I'm going to have to coax that little tidbit of information out of Ginny at the bachelorette party or something.

I shook myself out of my reverie and went over to hug the both of them. "I'm so happy for you guys!" I looked at Harry. "It's about time. And really, I'm not surprised. This was bound to happen," I said, voicing my thoughts from earlier.

"Well, and the thing is Hermione, we wanted to have it here on the island, at that hotel, on the other side."

"That's a five-star hotel, Gin. Will you guys be able to afford it?" I asked, concerned.

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about it, Mia. I've got it covered." Harry said, reassuringly.

"Well, if you're sure. I could always help you out if you need it. Please don't hesitate to ask."

"We couldn't ask you to do that Mia. And don't worry. I can afford it." Harry repeated.

"And after the reception, which will also be at the hotel, we wanted to stay with you for a little bit, after the wedding night of course," Ginny said, going red in the cheeks. "Oh and Mia, would you be my maid of honor?"

"I would love to, Gin! When were you thinking of having the wedding?"

"I wanted to have it on New Year's Eve."

I blanched. That was only a month away! "Ginny! That's not very far away! Have you started planning yet?"

"Um, kind of?" Ginny replied sheepishly. "I've already talked to the manager and booked the hotel for that day, for both the wedding and reception, but that's it."

"Oh god! We have so much to do. And as the maid of honor, I have to help you with all this. It's okay! We'll get it all done! We'll start planning tomorrow." I went to go find my planner.

"But Mia, what about the inn?" Ginny asked, feeling slightly guilty.

"Oh Gin, don't worry about it. I have months before it has to be up and running. Tourists don't come until the late spring, which is why I chose the winter to come up here and start settling down. I'll have tons of time after the wedding planning is done. For now, though, why don't I show you guys to a couple of rooms?" We all stood up but realized that Ron was missing. "Um guys, did you see Ron leave the room?" I was perplexed. Ron had been extremely quiet during the conversation that I had almost forgotten about him.

"Ronald!" All three of us yelled at the same time. We split up and went to different corners of the inn, searching for him. He was nowhere to be found until I heard voices coming from my room. I entered the room and found the T.V. on and Ronald asleep on the floor in front of it. I called Harry and Ginny and asked them to help me move him to one of the guest rooms. Once all three of them were settled in their own rooms, I retired to my room with a tub of (call me crazy) mint chocolate chip ice cream and a mug of hot chocolate. The two extremes. I turned on the television, and was happy to see that a marathon of my favorite sitcom, Friends, was on. I lay down on my bed, turned the volume up high, and prepared myself for a night full of laughter.

DMHGDMHGDMHG

The next day, I decided to start working on the wedding plans, especially since we had so little time. I asked Ginny to work on a guest list, while I went to go check out the hotel. I hadn't had the chance to since I moved to the island, but now was the perfect opportunity to go check out how big it was, and approximately how many people could be invited. I waved down a horse-drawn sleigh and asked the "driver" to take me to the hotel. As we approached, I could see all the Christmas lights and decorations that adorned the hotel. They gave it a very welcoming and comfortable look, even though it was very expensive and high-end.

I paid the "driver" and quickly ran into the hotel, dusting off the snow that had accumulated on me as I was riding the sleigh. I walked up to the reception counter and asked if I could meet with the manager of the hotel, and was told that she would be out after she was finished with her meeting.

"Mione?" A cheery voice called from less than ten feet away.

I turned around and saw Cadence approaching, with a tall blonde guy following close behind her.

"Cadence!" I said, trying to imitate her chipper attitude.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well I'm trying to meet with the manager of the hotel, but I was told she was in a meeting."

"Oh, yes! That woman is always in meetings. But what did you need?"

"Oh, I-"

"Oh my goodness. I'm a total ditz! I forgot to introduce you to my boyfriend!" And that was that. No name or anything.

But then, I looked closer at the blonde guy and was beyond shocked that I recognized him.

Just as he was about to extend his arm out for me to shake, I blurted out, "Malfoy?!"

He looked kind of surprised, but realization soon dawned on him. I was kind of surprised that he didn't recognize me at first. I mean I hadn't changed that much since school. But then again, that seems to be only my opinion. "Granger?" He questioned, still not completely sure that it was me. "You l-look, I mean, you-" He stuttered, which completely took me by surprise.

"Yes, Malfoy. It's me. What are you doing here? This small island is the last place I would expect you to be."

"I could say the same for you too, Granger," Draco said, seemingly over his initial shock. "But yeah, I wanted to get away from our world and London. And I happen to own this hotel."

I was shocked. I think I've been more shocked in the last 15 hours than I have been my entire life. "You wanted to get away? I came here for the exact same reason."

"Well, I guess great minds think alike," he said with a genuine smile, his eyes boring into mine. There was a long silence.

Cadence hastily tried to fill that silence. "So, Hermione, what did you say you needed again? Maybe my boyfriend can help you out? After all, he does own the hotel."

"Um, yes," I said, clearing my throat. "I am planning a wedding. And I needed to see just how big this space is so that I know how many people can be invited. The space is already booked though, for New Year's Eve."

"A wedding?" Draco asked expressionlesly, and I saw what seemed to be a flicker of disappointment on his face.

"Yeah, Harry and Ginny are getting married. I'm the maid of honor, so I'm basically planning most of it." I said wryly, hoping that he wasn't holding on to his childhood grudges. After the war we had all agreed on a truce, but he still was kind of wary of Harry. (A.N. Hey that rhymes! Lol sorry)

"Okay then," he said, with much more enthusiasm than before. Let's go look at the ballroom then."

"You two go ahead," Cadence said. "I have to get back to work." She gave Draco a peck on the lips and I turned away, not wanting to "intrude" on their little moment.

DMHGDMHGDMHG

The next morning, I woke up at nine-thirty, but was reluctant to get out of bed. I remembered that Harry, Ginny, and Ron were visiting and realized that I would need to fix them breakfast. I got out of bed and put a robe on over my tank top and shorts (the heater was on really high), but didn't tie it. I walked downstairs and saw Ginny and Harry talking to Ron. Only it wasn't Ron. I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and blurted out, "Malfoy? What are you doing in my house?"

"Uh," Malfoy took a while to answer because he seemed to be distracted, considering that his eyes were taking a long, meandering trip down my legs. I quickly took the sides of my robe and tied it tightly. "I actually came over to talk to you about the wedding plans." He finally finished.

I went to go make myself a cup of coffee, and felt as if his eyes were following me. The three of them finally continued talking about the wedding.

"So the ballroom can hold up to 500 people or so, and we can take care of the catering also. We have a world-renowned chef at the hotel and I'm sure that he can prepare whatever you would like. I'll just need your menu soon, so that I can make all the arrangements with him. You need to find a florist. Do you know what kind of flowers you would like?"

"Lilies," Ginny answered immediately.

"Ok, well, if you and Hermione wanted to tag along with me, I can take you to this great florist on the mainland, and you can pick out what you would like."

"Oh, Hermione can come with you – she knows exactly what I would like. Harry and I wanted to take care of some other things today, also." Ginny said. I looked at Ginny and gave her a pleading look. She just smirked at me and turned away, pretending not to see my looks.

"So what else do you need done?" Malfoy asked.

"Let's see. We have the food, venue, and you will take care of the flowers. I need to work on dresses and seating charts and place settings-"

"I can take care of the place settings. I guess Hermione and I can take care of invitations also. Is there something specific that you wanted?"

"No, no. Hermione knows my tastes very well. You two can just take care of those things for me. Thank you so very much, Draco. I really do appreciate it." Ginny said, once again smirking at me "I think the sooner we get all of this done, the sooner we can all relax."

"Ok then," I said. "I'm going to go get dressed. Give me fifteen minutes." I ran upstairs and scurried to make myself presentable.

Fifteen minutes later, I took my time coming down the stairs. When I finally got down, I saw Malfoy sitting on the couch in the living room next to the door. When he saw me, he stood up and opened the door. "Shall we?" He held the door open and gestured for me to go through first. A horse-drawn sleigh was waiting outside to take us to the mainland. I felt really awkward because this is the kind of thing I would do with a boyfriend or lover, not Malfoy. I mean, I guess he has gotten kind of hot, and he has been really nice to me, way different than how he was at school, but I guess that's because the war is over. I guess I can kind of understand why all the girls at school swooned every time he passed by. And he is definitely a gentleman.

Malfoy paid the "driver" and we started walking towards a parking garage, where he kept his car. Wait – what? I couldn't believe that Malfoy had a car. I mean, after all that anti-Muggle crap at school, I thought I would never see the day when Malfoy would have a car, or live in a majority Muggle community.

"So Hermione, how has life been treating you since school?" He asked me. I was taken aback.

"Well, it's been pretty good. I started my own company and that's been great for me, but the fashion world just got too hectic. So I came here to get away from it all and I turned my business over to Blaise-"

"Blaise?" Malfoy asked. "As in Zabini? I didn't know you two were friends."

"Oh yeah, we've been very good friends since fourth year. He's my business partner, actually."

"Wow. He never told me any of this. I knew about your company and how successful it has become, but not that he had any part in it."

"And how exactly did you know about my company?" I asked teasingly.

"Let's just say, I didn't hate you as much as you think."

I nodded absent-mindedly and started contemplating his comment for a while.

"The places that we're going to are places that you can only find if you're a witch or wizard. Do you have your wand with you, Hermione?"

"Of course, I do Malfoy." I said somewhat rudely.

"Look, I know that we haven't been the best of friends in the past, but we're going to be working on this wedding together, so why don't we just stay civil towards each other. Call me Draco." He said reasonably.

"Ok, fair enough. I'm sorry, Draco." I said.

He pulled into a parking lot in front of two very desolate stores. I looked at him skeptically. "What? These stores have to be where Muggles don't usually hang about."

He walked past the midpoint of the two stores three times, when suddenly a bright and cheerful shop emerged. We entered the store, and I was surprised to hear them playing Muggle holiday music. Mal- I mean Draco and I both went our separate ways looking for different types of lilies. The owner of the shop, a short old lady came over to me.

"Is there anything I can help you with today, my dear?" she asked kindly.

"Yes, actually there is. I'm looking for some flowers for my friend's wedding. She wanted lilies."

"Oh, I have just the ones for you. Come with me!" The kind old lady handed her a single lily, which was white with purplish-pink highlights on the middle of each petal.

"This is perfect! I will need hundreds of these for the wedding. Do you think that you could do that?"

"Of course! I have invitations here that we could look at also. This place mainly caters to people planning weddings. I know that sometimes it's just easier to get a few things done at once."

"That would be wonderful! Thank you. Let me just go find my friend and let him know that I found the flowers."

As I walked away, the lady took out her wand and quietly muttered and incantation.

"Draco!" I called. "I found the perfect flowers. I guess we can get the invitations done too, while we're here."

Draco just nodded and followed me to the front desk. "Can we take a look at all the invitations that you have?" I asked the lady.

She got out an album full of invitations. I started flipping through them, and I decided to go take a look at the flowers one more time, just to see if I could find something with a theme that matched the flower. Just when I walked three feet, I found that I couldn't move.

The lady looked up and smiled. "It looks like the magical mistletoe found you two, my dears. You have to kiss, before you can move any further."

"B-but, we c-can't. I m-mean-" I stood there, frozen.

"What is it, Hermione? Are you scared?" Draco smirked.

Why that little-

"You think I'm scared of kissing you? Why do you seem so eager to kiss me? May I remind you that you have a girl-" Before I could even finish, he pressed his lips to mine.

And oh my lord, was he a good kisser. I sank into the kiss, which was so gentle yet passionate at the same time. He deepened the kiss even more, but I, damn myself for being way too much of a goody-two shoes, broke the kiss.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat. I walked away looking for the flowers. I soon found the perfect invitations, and paid for them quickly, eager to just get home and get away from him.

We drove back to the parking garage in silence, and rode back in the horse-drawn sleigh in even more silence, if that was possible. It had started to snow, and the roads on the island were even more covered than before. When we got to my house, I stepped out the sleigh. "Thanks for helping me with all of this stuff, Draco. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime," He said simply, and asked the "driver" to take him to the hotel.

I went inside, checked on Harry, Ginny, and Ron, and trudged upstairs to my room. I changed into my fluffy pajamas, and turned on the television, but I couldn't focus on the show. I was too busy thinking about that kiss. I was so confused. I buried myself under the covers, and forced those thought out of my mind. What was I going to do?

A/N: There's the first chapter! I hope you liked. Just a couple more chapters! This is going to be a pretty fluffy story. Please, Please, Please review!!