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Rose Granger loved recess at school because she got to play with Poppy, her best friend in the whole world.
Poppy was a sandy blonde girl with pigtails. Rose had been best friends with her since first grade. She was the only one who didn’t call Rose a little swot and never mocked her for not having a father.
They had been assigned to separate classes this year, but Mummy and Poppy's mum had promised them that next year they would be together again.
That’s why Rose loved recess so much. It was the time of the day she got to see and play with her best friend every day. And now she was waiting for her to show up next to the slides.
“Rosie,” she heard Poppy call her name. Rose turned her way as Poppy ran in her direction. One hand in the pocket of her pink puffer jacket.
“Finally. What took you so long?” Rose asked, smiling at her friend.
“Sorry. Susanna D. couldn’t find her pencil case, and Mrs. Jacobs said no one was allowed to leave until it appeared." Poppy explained, catching her breath. “Turns out Marcus had it”
“Ugh, what an idiot,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, but never mind that. I have a surprise for you,” the blonde girl said excitedly.
“What is it?” Rose inquired with curiosity.
“I found a way for you to finally get a dad,” Poppy answered, smiling and taking her hand out of her pocket.
She handed Rose a glossy, colorful paper, similar to the ones mummy used to order food, but instead of a Chinese food menu, this one had the picture of a man in a fancy suit and the words GetYourDaddy.com in big bold letters; below, in smaller letters, it added “The daddy you need at just one click.”
“Wha- where did you get this?” Rose asked wide-eyed, “Can I really get a dad here?”
“We were visiting Auntie Chelsea last night, and I heard her tell Mum about it. She said that it was as easy as ordering a pizza. Although I don’t understand why she would need to order a daddy, she has no kids.” Her friend shrugged. “Anyway, she told mum that you only need to answer some questions about the kind of daddy you want, and that’s it, super easy”
“Really? So, I could order my own daddy?” she inquired, hopefully. Poppy nodded enthusiastically, which made Rose beam at her.
She would finally have a dad, who would play with her and take her to eat ice cream and teach her how to ride a bicycle and carry her on his shoulders like she had seen so many other daddies do in the park near her home.
“Thank you, Poppy,” she hugged her friend. “This is the best surprise ever”
Hermione Granger was a good mother.
This was a fact, not an opinion. Suck it, Marcus Aurelius.
She had become pregnant after a one-night stand (admittedly not her smartest moment) and had decided to keep the baby, which was the best decision she ever made.
Rose was the sweetest and cutest child ever. She was polite, smart and funny. She liked to read and to help with the house chores; she loved going to the park and spending time with her cousin James at uncle Harry’s and auntie Pansy’s house, which was where she was tonight.
And that’s how Hermione found herself enjoying a very intimate Christmas Eve dinner of sweet and sour chicken, spring rolls and fried rice… by herself; wearing her favorite pajamas and watching corny Christmas movies.
Hermione was chewing a piece of chicken and watching the main characters kiss under the mistletoe when her phone rang. Pansy’s name appeared on the screen.
She answered the call and put it on speaker. “Hey, Pans. Is everything all right?”
“Hi, mummy,” she heard her daughter’s voice.
“Hi, darling. How’s the sleepover going?” She put the rice container on the coffee table and grabbed her phone.
“So fun, mummy,” Rose said. Hermione knew she was smiling. “Aunt Pansy made sugar cookies and hot cocoa and uncle Harry built us a fort.”
“That’s great, honey. Don’t forget to brush your teeth before going to bed,” As a good daughter of dentists, Hermione reminded Rose.
“Already did, mummy,” her daughter signed, and probably rolled her eyes. “We’re about to go to bed, so I was calling to say good night.”
“Oh, okay then. I'm sure that when you wake up, Santa will have already left your presents. Aren’t you excited?” she asked.
“Not really. I’m more excited to see if the gift I ordered arrives,” Rose said excitedly.
“The gift you ordered? What are you talking about?” Hermione questioned, confused.
“It’s a secret, mummy. I can’t tell you yet,” she giggled. “I have to go. Good night, mummy”
Hermione shook her head. Pansy had probably helped Rose get her a gift, but her daughter was not very good at keeping secrets.
“Good night, my darling. Let the moon and stars guide your dreams. I love you” she repeated the same phrase she always used to wish her a good night.
Rose repeated the sentiment, and then there was some noise, like movements on the other end of the phone call. Hermione waited for a second, knowing her friend would probably want to talk to her too.
“Hi, love,” said a velvety voice. “Please tell me you’re wearing a slutty dress and are about to go out”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Pans” she laughed at her friend's antics.
“Damnit, Hermione. We volunteer to keep Rose here, one because we love her, of course, but two because we wanted you to have the night to yourself, to go out and have fun and find a man to go home with.” Pansy said exasperatedly, “Not for you to stay in watching Christmas films in your ratty pajamas”
“Hey, my pajamas aren’t ratty!” Hermione defended her clothing choice, “Also, last time I went home with a random guy, I ended up pregnant with Rose, so thanks, but no thanks.”
“And that’s why I gifted you an IUD for your birthday last year,” she paused. “Have you even reaped the benefits of it?”
Hermione tried to come up with a lie, but she took too long to answer and Pansy knew her too well.
“Oh my god. Hermione! When was the last time you had a real, human cock inside you?” Pansy inquired. “And please be honest with me”
“It was the guy from the bookshop near my office,” Hermione murmured.
“WHAT?” her friend yelled over the phone. “That was more than two years ago. Are you telling me you haven't had any action since?”
“Of course I have,” she tried to sound confident “With my toys.”
“I refuse to allow this to go on for any longer,” Pansy announced. “Your resolution for the next year will be to get all the cock you haven’t had in the last decade and I’ll make sure of it”
“You sound like a crazy person, Pans,” she heard a male voice say.
“Harry? Pansy, what the fuck? Has Harry been there the whole time?” she asked indignantly.
“Of course he has,” she said nonplused. “We’re already in bed. Besides, you guys are like siblings, what’s the big deal?”
“Exactly. He’s like a brother to me!” she explained, “I don’t want my almost brother to know everything about my sex life.”
“Or lack thereof,” Harry teased.
“Oh, fuck off both of you,” she replied, without real bite “I hate you and I’ll see you tomorrow for Christmas dinner. Good night.”
“We love you too,” Pansy laughed. “See you tomorrow. Remember some of my friends from school are coming.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m bringing dessert,” she said and hung up.
Hermione dropped the phone on the coffee table and leaned her head back on the sofa. She stared at the ceiling, thinking.
She wasn't really mad that Harry knew anything about her sex life. She just used that as an excuse to cut the conversation short.
The truth was, Hermione herself was surprised that it had been so long since she'd been with anyone. Maybe she really should put herself out there. Start going on dates, meet someone new. Maybe she should accept a date with her coworker.
What was his name? Cameron? No, that was the name of the bookshop guy. Collin? or was it Callum? Mmm, maybe she shouldn’t go out with a guy if she couldn’t even remember his name.
Her musings were cut by a knock on the front door. She checked the clock under the telly. 10 pm. Weird, who could it be at this time? Perhaps it was Mrs. Nichols, snooping around under the pretext of bringing more ginger biscuits.
Hermione rose from the floor and straightened her pajamas. She walked to the door barefoot. There was a second knock.
“Coming,” she announced, walking the remaining steps.
She opened the door without looking through the peephole, and the greeting she had prepared stuck in her throat, because there on the doorstep, framed by the Christmas lights, was not Hermione's elderly neighbour, but a man.
And not just any man, but a very tall, dressed like Santa, man. He wore a red velvet coat, the fabric trimmed with furry white. He had matching red trousers and a Santa hat, under which Hermione could see his blond hair.
However, the most striking thing was not his height nor his clothes, but his face.
He had piercing grey eyes that looked at her up and down with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a strong jaw framed by a well-groomed beard, and rosy lips that contrasted with his alabaster skin.
God, he was fucking gorgeous... and he smirked at her when he realized she was ogling him.
Hermione cleared her throat and looked at the otherwise empty hallway. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”
“I don’t know, can you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Hermione’s brows furrowed in confusion, Was he mocking her?
“Look… Mr,” she said in a haughty tone “You must have the wrong address. Unless, of course, you’re looking for my neighbour, Mrs Nichols," she pointed at the door in front of hers. “Either way, I’m not who you’re looking for. Have a Happy Christmas or whatever”
He chuckled, and his smile widened. Hermione rolled her eyes and took a step back to close the door.
“Aren’t you Hermione Granger?” he asked, arching a brow.
“Yes,” she answered, although it sounded more like a question. “Who are you?”
“I’m your Christmas daddy, of course” he chimed, stepping towards her.
“Wow, wait, stay right there” she raised her hands up, stopping his advance “my what now?”
“Your Christmas daddy,” he sounded confused, “erm, the daddy you ordered?”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t order anything” she shook her head.
He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when the door at the other side of the hallway opened.
Brilliant, just what I needed.
“Hermione, darling, is everything okay?” asked her noisy neighbour.
“Hullo, Mrs Nichols,” Hermione greeted a little too enthusiastically. “Everything is fine, sorry to disturb you. You can go back inside”
“Oh, not to worry, dear, I just heard the voices and wanted to see if you needed anything,” she said, leering at the man in front of Hermione. “Looks like you’re taking advantage of Rose not being home.”
Drat. Hermione knew Agatha Nichols was an old, gossipy crone and wouldn't go back to her flat unless Hermione closed her door first.
“Have a good night, Mrs Nichols,” Hermione said with a fake smile, pulling the Santa guy inside her flat.
She closed the door and leaned her forehead against it.
Hermione knew that the old crone was probably already telling everyone in the building that she had a man in her flat. Why was everyone in this place so fucking nosy?
“Bit of a busybody, your neighbour, huh?” asked the current bane of Hermione's existence.
She turned back and realized she was still holding his suit, so she dropped it and walked the rest of the way inside her flat. He followed her.
“This is your fault. I’m gonna be the talk of the building, and it's all because of you” she snapped at him.
“Look, Hermione. Can I call you Hermione? Great.” He did not give her time to respond before he continued talking. “Look, it’s not my fault your neighbour is such a gossip. Besides, I’m here because you ordered a daddy.”
“Why did you keep saying that? I don’t even know what that means.” She exclaimed, exasperated. “And what is your name? It seems a bit unfair that you know mine and I don’t know yours.”
“Why, my name is Santa, of course, but you can call me daddy,” he winked, she huffed in annoyance, “And you hired me to come here today. Well, not me exactly, but the guy who was supposed to be here got food poisoning, so here I am.”
“Look… Santa, I can assure you I didn’t hire any of your services,” she explained like she was talking to a toddler. “So could you just fuck off!”
“Can’t do, princess”
“Don’t call me princess”
“We’re a serious business, and that would be a breach of the contract,” he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken.
She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, thinking.
Maybe this is Pansy's idea of a gift, god knows that woman is weirdly invested in my sex life... but then why did she ask if I was going out? Maybe a diversion tactic?
She opened her eyes again and saw Santa guy staring at the pictures hanging on the walls with curiosity.
“Is there a chance that someone else hired whatever this service is as a gift for me?” she asked him.
He turned his attention back to her, nodding “Sure, there are plenty of people who hired us as gifts for their friends. But that’s not your case.”
“How do you know that?” she snapped. He took a phone out of his pocket.
“Because if it were a gift, the form would have the name of the person who contracted the service and the name of the person to whom it is addressed” he was scrolling through his phone, when he found what he was looking for he signaled to the phone screen “And yours only has your info, meaning you were the one who hired our services”
“Let me see,” she ordered, holding her hand out.
“So bossy,” he teased, “Why don’t you say please?”
She scowled at him, with her hand still outstretched. He held her eyes, wiggling his eyebrows, baiting her.
Hermione wanted to slap his stupid, handsome face... or kiss him, whichever came first.
She startled herself with her thoughts and looked away from him. She needed to focus.
“Can I please see the form?” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said with a smug smile and finally gave her the phone.
The form was pretty simple and direct. It stated the name of the business, which Hermione learned was called GetYourDaddy.com. She snorted at that. It had her personal information, name, address and age; it had some specifications about the type of service, “basic”, and the date and time for the “delivery”; her credit card information was also on the form, under payment method. It really seemed like she was the one who hired the service.
But, how?
Hermione gasped when she got to the end of the form, because she found everything she needed to know who had hired the service.
“Oh, Rosie,” she murmured.
“I'm sorry, what?” Santa guy crinkled his eyebrows.
“My daughter was the one to fill this form,” she explained, handing him his phone back. “At the end, under ‘Why do you want a daddy?’ it says ‘I want Marcus to eat his words’, that's her classmates, he used to bully her for not having a father.”
“That little shit,” he sounded genuinely upset.
“I already handled it. They're not even in the same class this year,” she didn't know why she felt the need to explain this to him. “I guess she can hold a grudge.”
“Surely she didn't get that from you,” he was smirking again, “I bet you're a good girl.”
Hermione's eyes widened, and she cleared her throat, “I- I try to be a good example, yes. Now, as you can see, I didn't request your services, so you should go.”
“Hmm, that's true,” He said, taking off his Santa hat and throwing it on the coffee table. “On the other hand, it's already paid for and… we could have so much fun together, don't you think so, Hermione?”
“I- what?” She was suddenly feeling really hot.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m already here, so why not?” he shrugged and then dropped his red coat to the floor.
Hermione's breath caught; he was shirtless. The dim light in the room illuminated his figure. Broad shoulders with corded muscles gave way to a toned chest. He wasn't jacked, but she could tell he worked out. Her eyes travelled down his abs and found a trail of blonde hair that ran down from his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. “Fuck” she murmured.
He took a step forward, snapping her out of her lust-induced haze. “No! No, no no.” she babbled, shaking her head.
He stopped his advance. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself,” he teased her.
“No. I know it’s a bad idea,” she said with fake confidence.
“Really? Why?” He stalked slowly to her, like she was a scary cat.
“Be-because I’ve never done any of this,” she stammered, taking a step back and bumping into the wall.
“What do you mean? I thought you had a daughter,” he joked, standing at arm's length.
She rolled her eyes. “I meant paying for sex. I’ve never done that.” She had to crane her neck back to meet his face.
He took the final step to her, caging her. “Mmm, you’re not paying for sex, sweetheart. Just for my company,” he added, taking her scrunchie off, releasing her hair.
“Wha-What?” she inquired, feeling how he buried his hand in her hair.
“Mhm, it's in our terms and conditions, which I know you didn't read because we already stated you didn’t hire me," he muttered, massaging her scalp with his fingers.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed, and she swallowed “Then why...” She cut herself off, holding a whimper. Fuck, his hands felt so good.
“Why am I… proposing to you?” he asked, nuzzling her cheek. “Because you’re beautiful and I think you look hot, even in your cat pajamas."
She gasped when she felt him nipping at her earlobe.
“What’s gonna be, Hermione? Are you going to let me take care of you?”
“Yes, please,” she begged, putting her hands around his waist.
He held her head back until she opened her eyes. She did so and saw how his pupils dilated; hers probably looked just the same. “Yes, what, sweetheart?”
“Yes, daddy,” she replied without missing a beat.
“Good girl,” he groaned and crashed their lips together in an intense kiss.
He cradled her jaw and angled her face the way he wanted, deepening the kiss. Hermione moaned into it, and he took advantage, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth and entwining it with hers.
He ran his hands down her body, drawing a whimper out of her when one of his fingers brushed her nipple. She tried to push her chest out, seeking more friction, but he just chuckled as his hand continued its descent.
He grabbed her behind her thighs, and she jumped, locking her legs around him. The new angle made Hermione feel powerful. She raked her fingers through his hair and smirked when he moaned against her lips.
He walked them down the hallway. “Room?” he asked.
“Yes,” she nodded vehemently.
“No, baby,” he broke their kiss and stopped in the middle of the hall, “which one is your room?”
“Oh, at the end of the hall, the one on the left,” she said, going back to kissing him.
They bumped into the bedroom door, and he fumbled with the knob to open it.
“What the hell?” he complained.
Hermione giggled. “Sorry, I've been meaning to fix that, but I haven’t found a reliable locksmith. You need to wiggle it a little and push the door. Here, put me down, I'll do it.”
He tsked and tightened his grip on her. “Not a chance. I just need to” he turned the knob down and pushed. “There you go,” he smiled smugly when the door opened.
Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Are you gonna fuck me now or what?”
He slapped one of her ass cheeks. “Behave”
If it were possible, Hermione got even wetter.
Once inside the room he lay her on the bed and crawled over her. He pulled her shirt over her head without hesitation, sitting back, staring at her chest. Hermione started to feel a little self-conscious, but before she could say anything, he spoke, "Fuck me, you are really gorgeous". He cupped her breast with his hands and leaned down, licking and sucking her nipples. "Can't believe these magnificent tits were hiding under that shirt."
Hermione's whimpers echoed around the room, "More, please".
He started trailing kisses down her body, hands hooking on the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He looked up and locked eyes with her, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. She nodded.
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he whispered, kissing her hipbone. She did as she was told, and he pulled her pajama pants and knickers down her legs at the same time. He stood at the end of the bed and dragged her to the edge, sinking to his knees. He draped her legs over his broad shoulder.
He trailed a path of kisses from her inner thighs to her center, and she couldn't help to wiggle a little. “Stop squirming, baby,” he breathed before licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Hermione’s moan turned into a giggle. He looked up, surprised by her reaction. “I’m so sorry, but your beard tickles me. Let’s pretend that never happened,” she said, waving her hand.
He looked at her with amusement and shook his head before delving back into her cunt.
He lapped at her eagerly, and she pressed herself to his face. He pinned her down with his arms, stopping her movements.
She whined, “Please, I need more”.
He brought his right hand to her face, “Suck” he ordered, offering his middle and ring fingers.
Hermione opened her mouth and sucked his fingers, swirling her tongue around them, until they're drenched. She released them with a pop.
He pressed his fingers inside her, walls clenching around them. He started thrusting them in and out of her, crooking them towards him.
“Oh fuck, yes” she moaned. She could feel the pressure building low in her belly. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop”
She buried her hands on her duvet, throwing her head back when he hit the spot that made her see stars.
“C'mon, Hermione. Be a good girl and come for me,” he said before closing his lips around her clit and sucking, tipping her over the edge.
“Daddy,” she cried, dissolving her into a million pieces. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, drinking her release.
She came down slowly and tugged softly at his hair, “Too sensitive.”
He kissed her clit gently one last time and pulled back. She watched him lick his fingers clean, beard glistening with her juices. Her cunt clenched around nothing.
“Fucking delicious,” he rasped. “Scoot back, baby,” he said, patting her leg and standing up.
Hermione moved back as he undid the button of his trousers. He took a foil package from his back pocket and threw it on the bed.
She reached for it and examined it. “You know I have an IUD and I'm clean,” she said, not making eye contact.
When she didn't get an answer after a moment, she looked up at him. His eyebrows almost reached his hairline, eyes searching her face, trying to see if she was being serious.
“You want me to go bareback?” he asked incredulously.
She nodded, “Sure, if you’re clean”
“Oh, I’m clean; I'm so fucking clean” he swore, pushing his pants and brief down in a quick movement, like he didn’t want to keep her waiting in case she changed her mind.
Hermione's mouth watered when she finally got a glimpse of his cock. It looked heavy and large with a slight curve up; it was hard and glistening with precum. He used his left hand to smear the precum, pumping once, twice, teasing himself.
She whimpered when she saw more liquid leaking from the tip.
He kneeled on the bed and moved until he was between her thighs. She opened her legs wide, ready to have him inside her.
He leaned down to kiss her, making her taste herself. Hermione was so distracted by his mouth and taste that she only realized he was positioning himself when she felt the fat head of his cock sliding up and down her folds, coating himself with her juices. She moaned when it bumped her clit.
“Are you ready?” He asked against her lips.
“Yes. Yes, I'm ready,” she mewled, dragging her nails up his sides to hold him closer.
He pushed slowly, giving shallow thrusts and inching deeper with each push. Hermione clenched around him, muscles tensing a little.
“Relax, baby," he groaned, kissing behind her ear. “Breath with me; let me in”
Hermione did as she's told and took a deep breath, willing her body to relax.
“Good girl,” he purred, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck” she choked.
He felt so good inside her, the stretch of him toed the line between delicious and painful and for a few seconds, all she could do was breathe deeply and try to accommodate him.
He stayed still, his face buried in the crook of her neck, pressing his lips against her throat. “Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking tight around me.”
Hermione whimpered and dug his fingers into his hair, tugging his head back. “Move, please,” she pleaded and gave a tentative roll to her hips.
He finally started moving inside her, panting against her lips. He rolled his hips into hers, causing a shockwave to run through her body. “Yes, do that again”
It had been two years since Hermione's last sexual encounter, but even then, it had never felt this way. Fucking explosive.
He kept the same pace, using one of his hands to support himself and the other to push her sweaty hair out of her face. “So beautiful,” he cooed.
“Oh god, yes.. Fuck” she cried, both at the stimulation she was getting and the praise.
He dragged his finger softly to her breast, circling and pinching her nipple.
Hermione’s second orgasm crashed into her without warning, rippling through her body; her knees jerked against his hips.
"Shit," He groaned, not stopping his movements, but slowing them.
She came back to herself feeling like a puddle of goo. "God, that was so good," she said, smiling at him. His cock twitched inside her, causing her eyes to go wide. "You're still hard?"
"Yeah. Almost lost it back there" he chuckled, pushing in and out of her. "But, I need another one from you"
"Are you crazy?" she asked incredulously "I can't do that."
"Oh baby, you can and you will," he smiled mischievously and lifted her leg over his arm, thrusting deeper inside her.
She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream. He picked up his pace, leaning down to suck her nipple.
“Such a good girl with her perfect little cunt, taking everything I give her," He sputtered, kissing his way up her collarbone. “You’re gonna come for me again, Hermione?”
“YES,” she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders, scrambling for support.
“You’re gonna let me come inside you?” he choked, thrusting faster. “Gonna let me fill this tight cunt ‘till it drips down your thighs?”
Her cunt squeezed him, and she nodded, not being able to form an answer; her legs tightened around him, her body shaking.
“Come, Hermione," he ordered, and Hermione shattered into pieces.
Distantly, she felt his pace falter and heard him babble about how beautiful she looked when she was coming, how good she felt and cursing when he came.
When Hermione came down from her high, she felt sleepy; three orgasms would do that to you, but she knew she shouldn't fall asleep while a strange man was in her house.
“A strange man who just gave you three mind-blowing orgasms,” the voice inside her head whispered.
He lay next to her, his legs intertwined with hers. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he said breathlessly.
Hermione hummed, closing her eyes. “I'm just going to rest my eyes for a moment,” she said, yawning.
She heard him laugh and felt a movement on the bed, something soft being placed on top of her, before succumbing to sleep.
Hermione woke up slowly, daylight filtering through her curtains. She rolled on her bed, stretching like a cat and feeling sore between her legs.
That was when the previous night came tumbling back into her mind. She opened her eyes and sat on the bed.
She was alone.
Hermione looked around, her pajama was neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and her phone, which she was sure had been on her coffee table, was on her nightstand, next to a glass of water with a sticky note on it.
She drank the water, feeling incredibly thirsty, and read the note.
“Hermione,
I'm sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up; I have a stupid prior commitment.
I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did. And this probably isn't the most professional thing to do, but in case you ever wanna meet, here's my number.
020 0506 1909
Happy Christmas -D”
Hermione felt a pang of disappointment, which then turned into a spark of excitement when she saw his number there. But it all fizzled when she got to the end.
“D? Really? Not even a fucking name,” she ranted out loud. “Who cares? It’s not like I’m gonna text him anyway,” she said, crumpling the note and throwing it at the other side of the room.
She grabbed her phone to call Pansy and check on Rose, and saw an email notification. She clicked on it.
“GetYourDaddy.com
Subject: Service Refund
Dear Ms Granger
This email is to inform you that we’ve issued a refund of £700 to your original payment method.
You should see the credit in your account within five business days. If you have any questions about your refund, please don’t hesitate to reply to this email.
We hope you have a Happy Holiday.
All the best,
DLM
Finance Department
Get Your Daddy”
“Oh,” she whispered, looking from her phone to the place where the crumpled note had ended.
Maybe she should text him and ask about the email.
Hermione's phone rang, getting her out of her thoughts. Pansy was calling; both the email and the note were pushed to the back of her mind.
“Okay, let me get this straight.” Pansy stopped setting the table. “A man dressed as Santa showed up at your door. He was some sort of escort hired by Rose in a failed attempt to get a father; he fucked you stupid and then today you got a refund from the escort service?”
Hermione scrunched her nose at her friend's summary of the previous night’s events. “Yeah, that pretty much sums up everything”
“Okay, you have a golden pussy or something?” exclaimed Pansy.
“Lower your voice,” Hermione hissed “the kids could hear you”
“Relax, you saw them running to the back garden. They're busy torturing Harry,” Pansy giggled, walking to the kitchen. “It sucks that he didn't leave his number or at least his name”
Hermione hummed noncommittally, “You really outdid yourself this year, Pansy. I thought you said your friends had cancelled.”
“Two of them did. One is spending Christmas with his girlfriend's family, and the other has food poisoning. The third one should be here soon.” Pansy explained, narrowing her eyes, "What are you not telling me?”
“What? I told you everything,” Hermione tried to lie.
“You're a shit liar, you know? Spit it out,” her friend demanded.
“Well, technically, he did leave his number,” Hermione mumbled. “ButIthrewitaway”
“HERMIONE!” Pansy chided. “You had a great time with this guy, so why not keep his number and text him later?”
“Be serious, Pans,” she rolled her eyes. “The man probably has a harem of women at his disposal. I'm really not interested in a fuck buddy at this point in my life.”
“You are so annoying,” the other woman complained. “The man left his number and returned the money Rosie spent. Has it occurred to you that maybe he really liked you?”
Hermione snorted, “Don't be ridiculous. He probably felt bad, thought I was a lonely, pathetic single mother.”,
“Fuck you for talking like that about my best friend,” Pansy scolded her. “I really hope you run into this man soon and he snogs you in the middle of the street.”
Hermione threw her head back, laughing, "You do realize we live in London, right? Not in a small country town? And I thought I was the only one watching corny movies.”
Pansy's retort was cut by the doorbell, “Saved by the bell." She stuck her tongue and left to receive her new guest.
Hermione busied herself by uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring three glasses. She heard Pansy's excited squeal as she greeted her friend and then their voices as they made their way to the kitchen.
Hermione turned back to the door and tried to fix her face into a pleasant smile. She wanted to make a good impression; she knew Pansy wanted her friends to be friends.
“I swear it's like you had a last-minute growth spurt, and I bet Narcissa is not happy about that beard,” Pansy was saying when she reentered her kitchen. “Mione, this is my best friend from school, Draco; Draco, this is my best girlfriend Hermione”
Hermione's smile faded, and her eyes widened, because Pansy's friend, Draco, was none other than Santa.
He stood there, equally surprised, but… delighted, if she had to guess.
“What- Do you know each other?” Pansy asked, confused by their reactions.
Hermione snapped out of her shock and turned to her best friend, blushing, “Would you look at that? Apparently London can be small sometimes.”