Festivities - Part 36

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The couple hurried through their next presents to each other, talking and kissing each other occasionally at the sentiment of it all. Draco opened a couple presents from his parents, and  Eleanore took in a deep breath when she eyed the last present under the tree. Her father's. Draco looked at her with a familiar warmth in his eyes, and placed his hand back on her knee. Reluctantly, she grabbed the last present and quickly unwrapped it. Much like Draco's, it came in a black box, but this one was leather and much harder to open. It looked worn. She could feel the tears immediately well up in her eyes as she looked at the ring that lay neatly in the velvet casing. It was her mum's ring, and it bore a small Amethyst stone in the centre. Inside the ring, were her initials: E. A. Y.
"What does it say inside?" Questioned Draco.
"My initials." She responded, fighting hard to withhold the tears.
"Do-do you have a middle name?"
Eleanore laughed, for she wasn't particularly fond of it.
"We are not discussing my middle name."
"Oh, come on, can't be much worse than Lucius."
Eleanore sighed, allowing a small smile to form on her lips, which were now trembling from emotion.
"It's Amethyst. My mum chose it."
"Ah, Eleanore Amethyst Yaxley. Nowhere near as bad as Lucius."
It was at these words, when Eleanore completely broke down and dropped the ring aside her. Draco couldn't have reacted any quicker, for he threw himself at her with open arms and held her as she shook violently against him. Her sobs quickly turned into laboured screams of anguish and she grasped desperately at Draco's top, visions of her mother flashing in her mind.
Draco wanted to cry too, because he found it too painful to imagine losing his mother, especially in a situation as difficult as theirs. He held her for a long five minutes, finding relief in her eventual calmness. With puffy, tired eyes, she looked at him and kissed him gently on the lips, grateful for his support.
"I need to write to Dad." She urged herself to speak.

Later that day, Draco escorted Eleanore to the owlery, and he silently sighed with admiration at her ongoing exhibit of strength. He could tell she was nervous, apologising to her father and asking for his written forgiveness. He could also tell how tormented her mind was, and yet, she held it so brilliantly; so bravely.

The Christmas dinner in the great hall was spectacular. There were only about 15 students who had stayed behind for Christmas, which was completely understandable considering how unsafe the school felt. It came to no surprise, however, that most of those students were Slytherins. Eleanore and Draco left the great hall feeling full and satisfied. They both resumed their chosen places in front of the fire, and collapsed into each other's arms.

"Today has been nice, Draco. Thank you."
"For what? I haven't done much."
"For being here for me, Draco. This is my first Christmas without mum...or dad, and you've made it special."
Draco sighed, Eleanore was lying on the sofa, her head in his lap. He had been playing gently with her hair for a while now, and he noticed how sleepy she was beginning to look. He eyed the huge box of candy and pointed his wand towards it.
"Accio peppermint toads."
Eleanore smiled, for the sweet memories of their first day at Hogsmeade were now blessing her mind. She listened carefully to Draco opening the box, and she sat up from his lap and opened her mouth, begging for one of the delicious toads.
"Absolutely not." Draco responded, a boastful look on his face. Eleanore scoffed, only slightly insulted by his withholding of the sweets. Draco laughed at her expression, causing him to drop a toad in his lap. It seemed like instinct, for Eleanore to arch her neck and suck the candy from his lap, making sure to brush her tongue slightly over his bulge. She then slowly resumed her upright position and relished in the fierce blush that was now staining Draco's pale cheeks. She noticed, from the peripheral of her vision, that he had already started to harden. Eleanore threw herself towards him, her lips attracted to his as if they were magnetised. She gave no thought about parting her lips for Draco's tongue to roam, and before she knew it she was straddling him. The peppermint toads had fallen to the floor and now Draco's hands were exploring her clothed torso, soft moans entered Eleanore's mouth as he felt himself grow against her. Her hands were wildly tangled in his platinum hair, forcing them closer together.

Luckily for them both, Eleanore's hearing was impressive, and she quickly retreated from Draco's lap as she heard somebody mutter the password. She looked at Draco and quietly laughed when she realised how hot and flustered he looked, frantically moving his hips and tugging at his jeans in attempt to hide his erection.

Once the two Slytherin girls had parted to their room, Eleanore took Draco by the hand and guided him quickly to the room, running desperately up the winding staircase.

Neither of them wanted to waste time removing each other's clothes, so they both frantically removed their own, leaving the underwear for each other. Draco pushed her to the bed, with a force that adequately communicated his need for her. He threw himself to the side of her, resuming their passionate kiss as he squeezed at her breasts fervently. Eleanore unclasped her bra for him, and threw it across the room. He moved his wet lips to her nipples, and sucked on each one, basking in the moans of pleasure which escaped her mouth.
"Draco, please fuck me" she whimpered, unable to keep herself restrained for much longer.
"I had something else in mind." He whispered in response, his warm breath tickling her ear and making her shiver against him.
Before she could say anything in response, Draco had positioned himself at the end of the bed, each of her legs in his hands. He parted them carefully and lowered his head, still looking up at her with a lustful gaze. Draco slowly fingered the hem of her knickers and took his sweet time brushing his fingers against the warm, wet heat between her legs as he took them from her. She threw her head back with anticipation of the intense pleasure that was about to come. She could feel her body twitch with pleasure as his tongue connected vigorously with her.

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