My hand eventually brushed against his, relief filling me as I realised I wasn't alone, I didn't even care that it was Malfoy. "What…" "I have no idea Granger, but I suggest we get out of here, now." His voice wasn't its normal confident drawl either.

Smutty little festive story, involving Rudolph, wine, and yep, you guessed it just a teensy bit of Cliff Richard. Lots and lots of Dramione and as much as I feel bad about it, a bit of Ron bashing as well, sorry about that .

"Right, so after I left you at that club on Saturday night, I may have done something a bit, uhm…stupid." Hermione finds herself in an odd situation...what does Malfoy have to do with this? Dramione goodness lies inside :-

Another shiver racked my body, bloody hell, I was freezing, I can't believe Malfoy managed to infect me as well as himself. My head was pounding, my nose was running like a tap, and my throat felt like it'd been attacked by sandpaper. Dramione one-shot!

In the worst moment of their lives, they find their saviour. A short two part story, with seperate scenarios, one each for Draco and Hermione :-

It started as an immature fight, but soon lead to something more! I'm rubbish at summaries, so it might just be better to read it to be honest.