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A/N: Sorry it took so long for this to come out but I had severe writer's block. Anyway, and then today I decided to base this chapter partly on one of my favorite movies, "The American President." Anyone who hasn't seen it and who loves romances, it's amazing. So I'm going to write as much as I can before I start college and then I'll write whenever I have a chance. Read, enjoy and review!"
~Love Ivy

"Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung. Maybe I... I got some love for someone. Maybe I... I'll write a story for you..." -Five For Fighting "Maybe I"

“Though we are still very hopeful about our young Minster of Magic’s reelection, we have to wonder if this new thing with Dr. Hermione Granger is going to distract him.”

“That’s right Dean. Three months before an election is not a very good time to start a fling with some girl.”

“Exactly? How are we going to know whether or not this is going to go all the way? It’d be one thing if we knew it was going all the way, but we just don’t.”

“Especially considering that Dr. Granger and the Minister of Magic didn’t even like each other up til this point and now suddenly they’re together?”

“It seems like Draco Malfoy, however influential his family is, is on the fast track to ruin. He’ll have to sort out his priorities before the people will feel good enough to re-elect him.”

“And Lepus Leeder, his opponent from Germany is looking awfully strong. He seems to know what he wants and what he’s going to give Wizarding England.”

“That’s right Lavender and at the moment, we don’t need a Playboy, we need a Minister.”

“And that concludes our show. Please tune in tomorrow at 9 30 to WZKD 590. Have a splendid day.”

Hermione shut off the radio and put her head in her hands. Her life seemed to be going down a spiral the last month since the news had found out that despite all the threats that she and Draco were indeed a couple. Now she was beginning to think it was a huge mistake since everywhere she went, she got jeers and stares because she was the Minister’s girlfriend.

Her face was on every paper, even the alternative Quibbler that was now run by one of her close friends Luna Lovegood. Not to mention that all the radio programs only talked of how Draco was ruining his career by dabbling into the dating pool and that Lepus Leeder may be a better choice for Minister. Though she knew that Draco was unparalleled, especially by Lepus Leeder who would sooner destroy their society than help it, she knew she couldn’t say anything. Not only did she have no proof of torture, but also everyone would just think that she didn’t know anything about politics and was only trying to defend Draco.

Her business had gone down the tube and it seemed like the only people that trusted her were Draco and Giselle. All of a sudden, the door swung open and the man in question strolled in. “Hey Gorgeous.”

Hermione sighed. “Draco. What are you doing here? You know it’s only going to make things worse.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Draco grinned and Hermione couldn’t help but release a small smile, “but I really wanted to see you. My life has pretty much been hell for the last month.”

“Join the club,” Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco leaned across her desk and captured her lips in his, kissing her deeply. The kiss felt like heaven to her but she knew it would only ruin things more than they already were. Reluctantly, she pulled back. “Draco. I can’t see you anymore.”

Draco pulled back as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“It’s just going to ruin everything,” Hermione felt tears come to her eyes. “I’m just a distraction to you. Leeder is going to pull the rug from right out under you if you don’t start acting like you’re going to win another term.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “The people aren’t going to believe Leeder.”

“I’d say he’s doing a pretty damn good job making you look like some Playboy snob while he’s prancing around like a savior from Above,” Hermione snorted at the contradiction in that image.

“Hermione,” Draco said, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms. “It’s going to be okay. Will you trust me on that?”

Hermione began to cry. “You know how much I want to be with you but you need to win this election, if not because you really want to but because I’d leave immediately if Leeder were elected. It would be like having Voldemort back.”

“I’m going to win,” Draco kissed her hair. “I always get what I want and that includes you.”

Hermione backed out of his arms. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea. Besides, don’t you have some speech you have to do soon?”

Draco nodded. “Yeah. It’s about environmental law or something like that. Apparently, that’s a hot topic right now.”

“But you’re not even into environmental law,” Hermione said, packing up her bags after another long afternoon with continuing cancellations.

“I guess I’ll have to be,” Draco shrugged, “because Merlin knows Leeder isn’t going to do anything about it.”

“I just… I have to go.”

And with that, Hermione kissed him on the cheek quickly and then hurried out the door.


As Draco watched her go he sighed in regret. He hadn’t wanted things to come to this. He truly was in love with her and wanted to stay that way. Maybe the media would leave him alone if he asked her to marry him, but as of now, he didn’t know what she would say if he asked her. After all, they had only been really going out for a month and yet it felt more like forever.

He had to set all this right and the only way he could think of doing that was to hold a press conference. He would only be able to shut up the news and steer them away from Leeder’s lies.

Disapparating, Draco headed back to the Ministry.

“Avery!” Draco called to his assistant. “What does my schedule look like tonight?”

His assistant hurried over to him. “Nothing, Minister. Why?”

“Schedule in a press conference,” Draco told him, heading over to his desk and rooting through it for a quill and parchment. “I want the public to get something straight.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit hasty to just schedule in a press conference without any prep first?” Avery asked. “I mean, do you even have a speech written?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Draco snapped then sighed. “Sorry, Avery. Please tell the Daily Prophet and all the other news stations that I will be having a press conference in front of my mansion at seven tonight?”

Avery nodded. “Yes, Sir. It’s four right now. Is that enough time to write a good speech?”

“It’ll have to be, won’t it?” Draco smiled hopefully. “Now, go and do that and leave me alone.”

Avery nodded and shut the office door behind him.

Hermione lay on her couch, thinking. Had it been stupid to tell Draco that she didn’t want to see him anymore? Because the truth was that she did want to be with him more than anything. Unfortunately, the realist inside her knew that to be with him right as the election was supposed to be happening would be suicidal for not only him but for the entire wizarding world. She also knew that if he hadn’t already been Minister, he would’ve already been having a way harder time during the pre-election steps than he was now.

His ratings had already dropped significantly and who knew how much longer it would take before Leeder had a higher popularity than Draco did. Already, Leeder’s smooth lies had gotten most of the country under some kind of spell that no magic could undo. And for the first time in her life, Hermione was frightened. She had already heard Giselle’s frightening accounts about Leeder’s Germany and if any of that happened in England, she didn’t know what she would do.

At that moment, the door opened and Giselle walked in the door. “Hey, Hermione.”

“Hey, Giselle,” Hermione answered quietly. “What’s up?”

“Did you hear Draco’s holding a press conference?” Giselle asked.

Hermione sat up in shock. “What?”

“Put the radio on,” Giselle nodded. “He’s holding a press conference tonight at seven.”

“He didn’t mention anything to me,” Hermione hopped off the couch and turned on the radio as Giselle put the new groceries down on the kitchen counter and started unloading them.

“And in an unexpected political move, it seems as if the Minister of Magic has announced a sudden press conference to be held tonight at his mansion at seven pm.”

“It’ll be interesting to hear what the Minister has to say, won’t it, Lavender?”

“Yes it will. There are a lot of things up in the air, including the Minister’s affair.”

“I’m salivating already. I guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?”

Hermione was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You didn’t plan on having any guests over, did you?” Hermione called to Giselle who had moved to her room.

“No. Did you?” Giselle asked.

The knock on the door came again.

“No,” Hermione answered.

“Well, in any case, can you get the door?” Giselle asked.

Hermione hurried to the door as the knocking became more insistent. She turned the door handle to see her most favorite people in the entire world standing there, smiling at her. It sure was a nice change to have people smiling at her instead of frowning in disapproval at her.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, and his wife Chica came striding into the small flat and gave her all hugs individually. A moment later, Giselle walked into all the confusion but got welcoming hugs all the same.

“Hermione,” Ginny shook her head and smiled. “You’re the most popular woman of the hour.”

“Yeah,” Harry winked. “Who would’ve guessed that our best friend would ever do anything as scandalous as date the Minister of Magic?”

“We’re hardly dating,” Hermione walked to the kitchen and turned back to her friends. “Do you guys want anything to eat? Giselle just got back from shopping.”

“Don’t really want to show your face, eh?” Ron asked teasingly. Hermione glared at him and Chica slapped him on the arm. “Ow! What was that for?”

“That’s not very nice, Ron, dear,” Chica jumped to Hermione’s defense and for the first time in her life, she actually liked the woman. “It’s hard for her.”

Chica smiled at her and Hermione smiled back, a new friendship developing in that moment.

“So, we heard your guy’s having a press conference tonight,” Harry explained. “That’s why we all came.”

“Why aren’t you at Hogwarts?” Hermione asked.

“I have Professor McGonagall covering for me tonight on the promise that I return and tell her exactly what Draco says in the press conference,” Harry explained. “Plus, Ginny and I wanted to tell you all the good news.”

“What’s that?” Hermione looked at them warily.

“I’m going to have a baby,” Ginny said happily.

Everyone began talking over one another in the rush to congratulate Ginny. In a headmaster type manner, Harry held up his hand and everyone immediately fell into an anticipated silence.

“We just found out the other day,” Ginny explained. “I swear Harry nearly had a coronary when I told him.”

Harry left. “I’m gonna be a father. What’d you expect?”

“Congratulations, Ginny,” Hermione gave her a hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Me too,” Giselle and Chica said at the same time.

Everyone laughed.

For the rest of the afternoon, the old friends all sat around Hermione’s couch with firewhiskies and cucumber sandwiches. They caught each other up on crucial news and the going-ons of everyone’s lives. For the first time in what felt like forever, Hermione felt herself relax and open up. With her friends around her, life didn’t seem quite so glum and hopeless.

“Here Hermione,” Harry handed her a generous donation of galleons.

Hermione nearly began to cry. “No, Harry. I can’t take your money.”

“Oh, Hermione,” Ron snorted. “Quit being so stubborn and let Harry be generous. It makes him feel good about himself.”

“I just feel so bad,” Hermione slowly took Harry’s offering. “You’ve given me so much already.”

“Hermione,” Harry shook his head. “You know you’re more like family than the Durseleys ever were.”

“I know, but-“

At a look from Ron and Ginny, Hermione sighed and hugged Harry. “Thank you. Once I can pay you back I’ll let you know.”

Harry held up his hand. “Don’t worry about it, Hermione.”

Giselle looked at the clock. “It’s time. I’m going to turn on the radio.”

After that, everyone ceased talking and listened to Dean and Lavender Thomas (who had once been Lavender Brown) introduce the press conference.


“Good evening everyone,” Draco’s commanding voice magically emanated out onto his huge grounds where hundreds of news crews and reporters stood waiting to hear what he had to say. Draco didn’t feel nervous, he just hoped that they would hear and understand what he had to say.

“In light of recent rumors, I have decided to host this press conference to clear some of these rumors up.

“My name is Draco Malfoy and throughout my entire life, I was known only as a Malfoy. Recently, I have been known as Minister of Magic Draco Malfoy, a position I am proud to hold and hope to continue to hold.

“The election is coming up soon and I just want to let you know that anything that Leeder has told you will not get you what you want. I am fully prepared to take him on and I plan on using whatever resources I have at my disposition to do so, though it will be easier to defeat this new reign of terror with your support.

“But I didn’t host this today for me to talk at you. Does anyone have any questions?”

“What’s the deal with you and Hermione Granger?” came several shouts from up front.

“I knew that question would be popular,” Draco smiled and the crowd laughed at his small joke. “I’m not about to tell you that this isn’t your business because we would not live in a great society if the people didn’t question their leaders.

“The truth about Hermione and I, is, well, we love each other. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone else in my entire life and I hope she knows that if she’s out there listening.

“But I want to let you know that I am still going to win no matter what you may think. Hermione is completely supportive of me re-winning the position as Minister and I am not going to let either her or any of you down.”

“So do you have any plans for marriage?”

“You mean in general?” Draco asked. “Well, yes, I want to get married one day. Who knows who the girl is going to be but yes.”

“Any chance it may be Hermione?”

“Well, as a matter of fact,” Draco winked, “I just asked her today.”

“What’d she say?”

“She said yes, of course,” Draco smiled and then turned serious again. “Now that we’ve gotten over my social life, are there any pressing political questions?”


A few hours later, Draco was sitting on his couch with a shot of firewhiskey when all of a sudden, Hermione Apparated in front of him. She looked angry.

“What was that for?” Hermione asked.

“Nice to see you too,” Draco drained his glass in one gulp and then stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen.

Hermione hurried after him and then stood behind him, seething. “This is not a joke, Draco. Do you have any idea what people are going to call me now?”

“The future Mrs. Malfoy?” Draco turned on her and winked, then seeing the look on her face, he sighed. “Look, Hermione. I had to do it.”

“But you didn’t even ask me,” Hermione retorted back. “You’d just assumed I’d say yes.’

“Well, yes, I was rather hoping you would,” Draco nodded.

Hermione just glared at him.

“I love you, okay?” Draco asked. “Don’t make me grovel. I was thinking about asking you for a while but I wanted to wait for the right time.”

“So, in a sudden press conference was the right time?” Hermione asked.

“You know how mean the news is,” Draco said, walking away from her. “If they thought we were just dating each other casually, it would’ve ruined both our reputations. I had to tell them something.”

“Don’t walk away from me,” Hermione called after him.

Draco turned his head slightly. “Follow me.”

Reluctantly, she fell into step behind him and followed him up the stairs. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Draco answered mysteriously.

A minute later, they arrived in what looked like Draco’s bedroom. It was a grand old room with a king-sized four-poster bed with emerald green bed hangings, a large armoire and a walk-in bathroom with a huge marble bathtub and matching sink.

Draco bent over the nightstand and pulled out a small velvet box. Then he turned to her and got down on one knee. “I kneel before you not as a Minister but as a man in love. And I would feel like winning again, if you, Hermione Jane Granger, would be my wife.”

Hermione felt her self start to cry but nodded fiercely since she couldn’t find the words to answer. She was then crushed into a strong chest that smelled just like the man she loved. “Did you steal that from that Muggle movie, Ever After? It’s one of my favorites.”

He kissed her. “I didn’t steal it. I was merely borrowing it.”

“For a man who writes all his own speeches, I’m surprised you couldn’t come up with one yourself,” Hermione wiped her tears away.

“I liked that one though,” Draco sat down on the bed with her. “You won’t hold it against me forever, will you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No.”

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