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It had been a long week. Draco Malfoy rubbed the back of his neck as he entered the Manor, glad that he was finished for the week. He'd taken the position at the Ministry believing that it would require little work in exchange for a nice title to add to his name. Lord Draco Malfoy, Executive Minister of Muggle Relations. God, his Father must be rolling over in his grave. A snort followed the thought of Lucius Malfoy, buried for nearly ten years now, killed in the Final Battle when Draco was seventeen. There was little chance of Lucius rising from the grave to curse him for his newly acquired title since the old bastard had stayed dead and buried when Draco had moved a muggle-born witch into Malfoy Manor eight years ago. He'd also not risen from the grave when Draco married said muggle-born witch nearly seven years ago.

Of course, Hermione Granger-Malfoy was not your typical muggle-born witch. She'd graduated at the top of class from Hogwarts, had been a hero of the Second War Against Voldemort, and was the smartest witch he knew. Not to mention that she was bloody gorgeous, sexy as sin, and had a body that it was a crime to cover with clothing. And she was his wife, he thought smugly as he shut the door behind him. He noticed how quiet the house was, accustomed to his wife greeting him from the living room where she was usually reading a book. He looked around, calling out, "Honey, I'm home."

He was greeted by silence. Great, just great. It had been a week from Hell, meeting upon meeting for the yearly conference. He'd had to play nice with Potty and the Weasel, not to mention the Weaselette. No, wait, it was Wood now. She'd married that pretty boy Quidditch player Oliver recently. Talk about a strange pairing, Draco thought with a sneer. Smart Arse independent Ginny Weasley marrying a pretty boy Keeper. It was just like her to run off and do something silly like that. Almost surprised everyone as much as Draco Malfoy, known hater of muggle-borns, falling in love and marrying his childhood nemesis. His relationship with Hermione had shocked a great many people, far more than Weasley marrying Wood, he thought smugly.

It was rather amusing to tease Weasley about her marriage, though, something he was able to do quite often since she was his wife's best friend. He was glad to see her happy, he could admit privately, having surprisingly become friends with her during the years. It didn't hurt matters that she was the one that had played matchmaker between him and Hermione not long after the War ended, smiling smugly at the wedding and bragging about how she'd known all along they were meant for each other. It seemed she had seen through their constant fighting and realized they were trying to ignore an attraction and love neither was ready to acknowledge. Draco was about to go look for Hermione when he noticed something on the bottom step. He picked it up, seeing that it was her shirt. A wicked smile crossed his face as he realized that she must be playing with him. Wanton little hussy, he thought affectionately as he began to walk upstairs.

"Hermione, love, where are you hiding?" he called out, loving that they had been together eight years and still had as much fun and love in their relationship as they had from the first. He'd seen his parents' marriage and had never imagined that marriage could be fun and sexy and so damn great. He leaned over and picked up a sock, adding it to the shirt. He followed the path past their bedroom, knowing she wouldn't be anywhere that predictable. He found another sock further down, his tongue moving over his lips as anticipation spread through his body. He found her jeans in front of the door to one of the spare rooms, seeing that the door was open just a little. He opened it more, his gray eyes rewarded with a vision of his wife sitting comfortably on the bed. She was wearing lace knickers that barely covered the brown curls between her thighs and a bra that did nothing to conceal the soft curves of her breasts.

"Ah, poor baby, had a tough week at work," Hermione smiled as Draco leaned in the doorway, her brown eyes moving over her husband. Even tired and stressed, he looked handsome and confident. His pale blond hair was pulled back neatly and tied with a dark green ribbon, his eyes looking at her with arousal and need. Her nipples hardened even more as he smirked at her, her eyes narrowing at the deliberate teasing. He knew how turned on she got when his lips twisted in that way, especially when his tongue moved along them right before smirking.

"Better now," he muttered as he moved into the room, pushing his robe off his shoulders. He smiled, "Have I told you today how much I love you?"

"Twice," Hermione laughed, "once this morning and again when you owled me during your lunch break."

"Not nearly enough," Draco smiled, "God, you're gorgeous. You're wet, aren't you? Probably laid there and played with yourself while waiting for me, got yourself nice and ready for me."

"Hmm, I was a good girl and waited for you," Hermione said as she gracefully got off the bed and moved towards him. She smiled as she took hold of his tie, loosening it as she moved her mouth over his, her tongue licking his lips before she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth, "Do you wanna play?"

"What do you think?" he asked with an arched brow before his hand moved behind her and pulled her against his hard body. His lips caught hers as he kissed her possessively. He resisted the urge to buy space on the front cover of the Daily Prophet to declare to the world that Hermione was a Goddess and that she was his every time he kissed his wife. Everyone knew she loved him, just as they knew that he was one lucky bastard.

"I love kissing you," she whispered against his lips, "You taste so good, and you're mine."

"Yes, I'm yours," Draco said huskily before kissing her again. He only stopped when she pulled back and smiled a wantonly wicked smile.

"Let's take this to our room," she suggested, putting her finger against his lips when he started to protest. She led him back to their room, watching his eyes widen in surprise as he saw the seductive scene she'd set up. Candles were floating in the air, silk sheets on the bed, and she nearly came when he pulled her roughly against him and kissed her to show his pleasure at her surprise for him. Hermione laughed as she pulled her mouth from his, her brown eyes shining with lust as she moved to pick up a blindfold from the beside table. Her eyes caught his as she smiled, "We're going to play a little game, my love."

"God, I love your games," Draco muttered, his lips curving into a loving smile as he lowered his head so she could fasten the blindfold into place. He inhaled sharply when he felt her warm lips brush against his neck, sucking on his flesh and teasing his pulse point with her tongue. His wife had a neck fetish, no two ways about it. He loved it, loving that she was such an oral person and not minding at all that she liked to lick and taste his body, often leaving behind small bites or marks that let anyone know he belonged to her.

Hermione moved her hands behind Draco's head, unfastening the ribbon that was tying his hair back. She dropped the ribbon to the floor, her hands brushing through his hair, letting the soft pale blond strands settle around his face. She ran her tongue over his lips, teasing him but not kissing him. She wanted to make this very special, knowing that he had been stressed this week more than normal. He hated meetings, telling her once that he was reminded too much of watching his Father attend such events when he'd been working for the Ministry. Her husband would prefer to do his work quietly, allow everyone to know his title for bragging purposes but not have to deal with the public relations that the position often entailed. The people calling him Lord Malfoy and kissing his ass in hopes that he'd remember their names for future endeavors, or merely gushing about how he'd been a hero in the Final Battle and wanting to talk about those days.

She had met Ginny and Oliver for lunch that day, hearing from her best friend that Draco was scowling even more than usual and had been snapping at anyone that approached him so they'd go away before he had to talk to them. Hermione understood why he wanted the job, and he did seem to enjoy it most the time, but there were times that she thought he'd be much happier doing something he loved and was passionate about. Honestly, her husband loved her completely, of that she had no doubt, but he was just not that fond of muggles. To be a minister in charge of areas that concerned relations with muggles and muggle-born witches, well, he at least liked the title. Potions was his passion, had been since he was a child, but he seemed determined to ignore his own interests because he believed it was better for a Malfoy to work at the Ministry and because he did actually support Arthur Weasley as Minister.

She had gotten the idea to seduce him that evening after lunch, following her errands, when she'd realized that they needed to talk. She pushed that thought from her mind as she concentrated on the gorgeous blond wizard that belonged to her. Okay, so she was a bit possessive, which was a little surprising considering she had always been pretty shy about such things and easy-going. It had to be his influence, she thought fondly, knowing that he was just as bad as she was, wanting everyone to know that she was his and vice versa. That earned him a brief kiss, lips barely touching, her hands moving down the front of his expensive blue shirt.

"I love the way you react to my touch," Hermione teased softly, both of them being very vocal in their wants and desires. It had taken him nearly six months to let down the shell he kept around himself and let her in. They'd been dating and had even had sex numerous times, but they hadn't really communicated until they'd been together six months. When he'd finally started talking, voicing his emotions and his needs and his thoughts, she'd allowed herself to do the same and it had all clicked. They'd been together ever since, rarely even spending an evening apart. She taught at Hogwarts but came home every evening, one of the few Professors that did not reside at the school.

During the rare occasions that she needed to remain overnight at the school, Draco would join her in the room that was set aside for her, catching up with Severus and doing his best to annoy Ginny, who also worked at Hogwarts. She moved her hands underneath his shirt, thinking that the color looked very good on him. It went well with his pale hair and made his gray eyes look even more clear and amazing. She'd fix it later, she decided, before she pulled her hands up ripped the front of the shirt open, buttons flying all over the room.

"Hermione," Draco murmured, gasping when he felt her lips on his chest, her tongue teasing his hardened nipples as her fingers moved across his flesh. The shirt fell to the ground, leaving him half-naked. He heard her laugh softly and resisted the urge to just grab her, toss her on the bed, and shag her senseless. It had been a long week, one that he was thankful was over, and he wanted nothing more than to sink deep inside her wife and remain there until Monday. He honestly didn't know how long he could withstand his desire if she continued to tease him like this.

"You're so hot," she smiled against his flat stomach, her lips sucking his flesh into her mouth as her hands moved across his heated flesh. She sometimes had to pinch herself to confirm that this was real, that this handsome man was her husband and that he loved her more than she'd ever been loved before. He'd been playing Quidditch with Oliver quite a bit since summer break, his arms and torso becoming even more muscular. The boys would go play their game while she and Ginny would talk and root for their respected husband. He would never admit it, but she knew he liked their visits. He'd told her before that he respected Ginny a great deal and that he didn't think Oliver was that bad, though he still wasn't sure if a former athlete was good enough for Weaselette, Draco considering the redhead a younger sister since she'd played matchmaker for them.

Hermione moved her fingers past the waist of his pants, hearing his breathing change ever so slightly as she neared his erection. A teasing smile crossed her face as she slowly unbuttoned his pants, lowering his zipper at a snail's pace. Finally, she pushed the pants down, her eyes moving over the dark green boxers that did little to conceal his obvious arousal. There was a wet patch on the silk material, letting her know that he was enjoying her game even if she was trying his patience. She moved her mouth over the material, running her tongue along his silk covered length. She heard his soft groan, felt him twitch at the contact. She moaned, "You taste so good, Draco. I could be happy tasting you for hours."

"God, no," he moaned, "please, Hermione. I need you."

"Shh," she smiled as she pushed the boxers down, her mouth taking his length inside. He arched forward, nearly gagging her as he slid into her mouth and throat. She began to suck his cock, her hands moving along his ass, fingernails scraping his flesh as she continued to tease him. She pulled her head back, letting his hard cock slip from her mouth as she brushed kisses along his rigid shaft. She ran her tongue over his twin sacs, sucking the sensitive flesh into her mouth, softly scraping it with her teeth as he gasped above her. With an impish smile, she rose, leaving him hard and ready, the head of his cock weeping pre-cum, swollen and aching for release. She kissed him then, tongues dueling, his hands moving behind her and pulling her closer. His cock moved against her lower stomach, coating her tummy with his juice, her own juices freely flowing between her thighs. She pulled back before he came from the contact, hearing him growl softly. God, she loved when he did that, his noises nearly enough to make her cum. His growling and purring and moaning, it was all so damn arousing.

"Damn it, Hermione," he cursed softly, "stop teasing me! I want you."

"And a Malfoy always gets what he wants," she laughed softly, "except this time. Soon, my love, but not yet."

Hermione moved him to their bed, pushing him until he fell backwards. He still wore the blindfold, her lips curving into a pleased smile that he was trying to be patient. Usually, he'd have broken by now and stopped the game, fucking her into the mattress until they were both exhausted. She saw a nerve in his cheek twitch, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer. She loved to make him lose control, thinking that there was hardly anything more sexy than Draco being controlled by his need and desire. She unfastened her bra, tossing it to join his discarded clothes. She then pushed her soaking panties down, her hand briefly brushing between her legs, not surprised to find herself wet and ready. She smiled as she slid a finger inside, eyes fluttering as she moved it ever so slightly. Removing it, she walked to the bed and straddled her husband, resting her wetness against his chest, hearing him moan at the contact. She moved her wet finger against his mouth, tracing his full lips until he opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside. He ran his tongue over his finger, removing every drop of liquid, his hands moving to rest on her legs, nails digging into her thighs as he moved her gently against his chest, listening to her soft moan as she rubbed against his hard chest.

"Draco, bad boy," she stammered, trying to regain control of the situation. She moved her hand and slapped his hands away, watching his lips curve into a smirk that she knew all too well. She didn't even have time to threaten him before he moved, tossing her back on the bed and entering her deeply. "Oh God!"

"Nah, just me," he smirked as he ripped the blindfold off, his gray eyes catching hers as they shared a laugh before the smiles faded and they were kissing. He didn't bother being gentle, knowing that she'd spent what seemed like days teasing him and getting him ready. There would be time for slow later, a time when he'd have her begging him. Now, he just wanted them to cum. He fucked her hard, her legs going around his waist and arching up against him, meeting each penetrating thrust. One of her hands was tangled in his hair, the other scratching his back. He moved his hand between them, finding her swollen clit and teasing it with light caresses, causing her to tighten around him. He broke their kiss and moved his mouth across her face and down her neck. Okay, so he had a bit of a neck fetish himself. Sue him. He sucked her skin into his mouth, lightly biting her flesh as she moaned with pleasure. Her breasts were rubbing against his chest, his free hand finding one and squeezing it softly, twisting the nipple and driving her mad with desire.

"Draco, please," Hermione whimpered, cursing him in the same breath she was begging him. God, she loved this, loved him, needed more.

"Hermione," he cried out her name as he felt himself coming, twisting her clit and sending her after him as she screamed his name, her muscles tightening and milking his cock. He took a few minutes to catch his breath, looking at her and smiling as she smiled at him.

"I love the way you look after you come inside me," she said softly, her hands moving along his face, "your eyes darken with lust and I can see how much you love me."

"I have to say that I don't mind meetings at all if I'm rewarded in this manner for tolerating them," Draco smirked before kissing her.

Hermione laughed softly, her eyes catching his, "Actually, we need to talk."

"Now?" he arched a brow, his eyes worried as he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she grinned, "it's just, I've been thinking. You hate your job. You know you do and I know you do and I think Arthur knows you do."

"Is this really the time to talk about this?" he asked with a grimace, "I've just spent the last hour shagging my wife and having explosive sex. I don't really feel like talking about work. I'd much rather get back to shagging you senseless."

"It's the time," Hermione smiled, "I think you should accept Dumbledore's offer to become the new Potions Professor when the new term starts. Since Severus became DADA professor, no one has stayed in Potions for more than a term. I think you'd be fantastic."

"Hermione, I don't know," Draco sighed, "Really, can we talk about this later?"

"I *do* know," she smiled softly, her brown eyes sparkling as she added, "you'd be one of the best Potions professor they've ever had, and definitely the sexiest."

"One of the best?" he asked, snorting, "I would be *the* best, my love."

"See? You'd be happy working at Hogwarts," Hermione said, her eyes catching his as she added, "and it would make things easier once I'm no longer able to apparate home."

"What?" he asked in confusion, studying her face to find out what she was trying to say.

"Well, the doctor told me today that he doesn't recommend apparating once I'm past the fifth month," Hermione said softly, watching his face as he seemed to understand what she was saying. His eyes widened with surprise before his lips curved into a huge smile.

"You, I mean, we're, baby?" Draco managed to stammer.

"I found out this afternoon," she smiled, "I didn't mention it because I wasn't sure and I didn't want say anything until I knew for..."

Draco caught her words with his lips, kissing her tenderly before he suddenly pulled back and moved off her, his eyes concerned, "Did I hurt the baby? I'm pretty heavy and I was resting against you and..."

"It's okay," she smiled, "the baby is fine. We can, um, well, we don't have to change our habits until much later in the pregnancy. By then, I'll be as fat as a house and you probably won't find me that attractive anyway."

"You can be as large as a whale and you'll still be the most beautiful woman in the world," Draco said quietly, his eyes on hers as his hand moved to rest on her stomach. A baby. He couldn't believe it. They'd never really discussed when they planned on starting a family, both wanting children and figuring it would happen when it was time. He smiled at her, "A baby. We're going to have a baby. I'll talk to Arthur next week and then we can talk to Dumbledore. I've always wanted that job, as you know. God, we're really going to have a baby."

"Yes, we are," Hermione smiled lovingly, moving to kiss him, "but not for several more months. I do believe you mentioned something about spending the evening shagging me senseless?"

"Wanton hussy," Draco said affectionately, deciding that he'd try to be a little more gentle so he wouldn't hurt the baby, but trusting her when she said that their activities weren't risky. He picked up the discarded blindfold and caught her arms, a wicked smile crossing his face as he fastened her hands above her hands, smirking as he whispered to her, "Revenge is sweet, my love."

THE END