A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter but I wanted to write one more before classes started tomorrow. It's kind of a fluff chapter but I thought it was a nice break from Lepus being a jerk. I hope you like it. Review a lot and I'll write as soon as I can and I promise it'll be longer.
"You can't deny when she looks in your eyes. She's the one thing you don't understand. But you can't live without..."- Emerson Hart's "When She Loves You"
“And in a surprising development, it seems as if the Minister of Magic has announced his engagement to a one Dr. Hermione Granger.”
“One has to wonder though, Dean. I mean did they get engaged to just shut everyone up? It certainly couldn’t have been an arranged marriage since Hermione Granger is not a Pureblood.”
“You really have to wonder how the Malfoy family, one of the Purest families in Wizarding history is taking the news of their son’s engagement…”
“I can’t believe that you didn’t talk to me about this first, Draco!”
Draco ran his hands through his hair as he looked back up at his father who was seething with rage. “Father. I love her. That’s all there is to it. Not to mention that it effectively clears the talk around our relationship.”
“I don’t know why you got involved with someone of her kind anyway,” Lucius said disgustedly. “As the Minister of Magic and a Malfoy, everyone expects you to marry a girl from a respectable family.”
“So Hermione doesn’t come from a respectable family?” Draco rolled his eyes. “Just because she’s not a Pureblood doesn’t mean she’s not worthy of marrying me. Plus, I’d rather love the woman I was going to marry. What’ll happen if I marry someone, the marriage fails, and the news gets wind of it?”
“That wouldn’t happen, Draco,” Lucius said sternly.
“How do you know?” Draco asked, looking at his father pointedly.
Lucius glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Draco. You can’t marry her.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Father,” Draco matched his glare, “I’m an adult now and can decide how to live my life.”
“But I’m still your father,” Lucius crossed his arms in front of his chest, “and you will do what I’m telling you to do.”
Draco shook his head then stood up. “I am marrying Hermione. Good day, Father.”
And for the first time in his life, breaking the rules felt spectacular.
Lucius Malfoy stood and seethed after his son walked out the door. He couldn’t believe that his one and only son, the key to sustaining the Malfoy line was going to go and marry a Muggleborn witch. It was completely unheard of in their family and he wasn’t going to let it happen.
At that moment, the door swung open and Romildus and Lepus Leeder strode in.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy,” Romildus smiled.
“Lucius,” Lucius shook his hand. “Please.”
“Very well then, Lucius,” Romildus nodded. “So… I heard the news.”
“About Draco?” Lucius asked. “I’m afraid it’s very bad news.”
“Oh?” Lepus’ eyes lit up with interest. “And why is that?”
“Well, because she’s Muggleborn, that’s why,” Lucius sat down in a chair and motioned for Romildus and Lepus to join him. “Our family has always been Pureblood and the addition of a Muggleborn would skew everything.”
“That is terrible,” Lepus agreed, his tone sounding almost joyful. Lucius didn’t hear the excitement in his son’s opponent’s tone of voice. He was too busy wallowing in his own hopelessness and anger.
“So, Lucius,” Romildus continued. “What did you want to see us about?”
“About your campaign,” Lucius said slowly.
“What about the campaign?” Romildus and Lepus looked at each other carefully.
Lucius looked back at them. “I’d like to fund it.”
Leeder Finds Wealthy Donator in Lucius Malfoy
Draco slammed the paper back down on the desktop. His father was funding his opponent’s campaign? It couldn’t have been because Draco had decided to marry Hermione.
All the same, it was completely unacceptable.
The door opened and his assistant poked his head in the room. “Yes, Minister?”
“I want you to get my father in here,” Draco said sternly.
“Yes, Sir,” Avery nodded and left the office.
It was another hour before Draco received any contact back from his father. He was sitting in his office going through conference briefs when his father’s head appeared in the fire.
“What do you want, Draco?” Lucius asked in a bored manner.
“I saw the paper this morning, Father,” Draco retorted. “And I believe that’s Minister to you.”
His father just glared at him. “So you saw the paper.”
“Yes, Father, I did,” Draco said seriously. “And I’m finding it difficult to take in that you actually are funding my opponent with the money that you should be giving to me.”
“I made a decision as a citizen of this country,” Lucius answered blandly. “Leeder is the candidate that I most agree with and I can and will vote for him.”
Draco felt anger rush through him. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m marrying someone you don’t approve of, would it?”
“It may be partly because of that fact,” Lucius shrugged. “But all the same… I helped you out the first time so it’s time for you to live in the real world Draco.”
And with that, Lucius’ head disappeared from the fire.
Draco sat back in his chair, feeling himself overflow with anger. He couldn’t believe that his father would do that to him. It wasn’t like Draco didn’t have enough friends or couldn’t fund his campaign himself, simply the symbolism of leaving him in the dust rubbed Draco the wrong way. His father would definitely pay for this.
At that moment, the door swung open and Hermione walked in. She was wearing a light blue tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She truly was a sight for sore eyes, but all Draco could do was smile at her and then let his head fall onto his arms.
“Oh, Draco. What’s wrong?”
He heard her footsteps pad across the dark blue of the carpet and felt her hand settle on his shoulder.
He looked up at her and smiled hopelessly. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Pulling her down onto his lap, she came easily and fit perfectly with him. Draco took a deep breath.
“It couldn’t have been because of the paper this morning, could it?” Hermione asked softly.
“How’d you guess?” Draco asked wryly.
“Well, what happened?” Hermione asked.
“I talked to my father yesterday and told him that I was going to marry you no matter what he thought,” Draco explained. “Then when I found out what he’d done this morning I tried talking to him but he wrote me off, said that as a citizen he could support whoever he wanted and that that wasn’t me.
“I know that I can fund my own campaign and everything but still,” Draco sighed. “It’s the symbolism in the whole thing.”
Hermione kissed his forehead. “You know what you need?”
“What’s that?” Draco asked.
“Time away from the office,” Hermione stood up and pulled him up with her. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere.”
“Where?” Draco looked slightly interested.
“Back to your house,” Hermione decided. “Do whatever you need to get out of here for a little while and then let’s go.”
Draco raised a curious eyebrow. “What’d you have in mind?”
Hermione smiled in a charming manner. “Well, it’s a surprise really.”
“Okay,” Draco kissed her softly. “I can take a hint. Hold on.”
Hermione waited as Draco disappeared outside of his office for a few mere moments and then reappeared as quickly as he’d left. Holding out her hand, Draco took it and they Apparated together.
When they arrived back at Draco’s house, Draco unlocked the door and then led her upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he shut the door behind him, Hermione was in his arms kissing him hard.
Draco smiled against her mouth. “So this was the big surprise, eh?”
“I thought you needed it,” Hermione whispered in his ear in a voice that was so seductive that Draco nearly shivered. Her lips proceeded up and down his neck, stopping and sucking at the pulse point until Draco groaned in pleasure.
Nimble fingers went to his throat where she unbuttoned each button quickly and deftly until his pressed white shirt was hanging open in two white curtains. She ran her hands down the hard planes of his chest and her lips followed close behind, lingering on each side of his chest until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Lifting her up into his arms with a small groan and their mouths still attached, he carried her to his bed and lay her gently down, pulling insistently until her shirt had come off, followed quickly by her bra.
Eager hands explored the bare skin of her torso, lovingly caressing and teasing the swells of her chest the smooth flatness of her stomach. He kissed her deeply on the mouth, running his fingers over her soft cheek and through her lush hair. His lips continued down her body and then came back up to her earlobes to suck and kiss on them. “You are so beautiful. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to love you like this.”
Hermione just sighed in response as his lips continued down her body, paying particular attention to the center of the swells of her chest. “Oh, Draco. Oh, Merlin.”
Deft hands moved down to remove the small articles of clothing that were covering up their most intimate parts. A moment later and they were joined as Draco rolled on top of her and began moving with her slowly, their groans mixing into one sound of pure need and desire. As they felt their desire start to grow, the movement became more insistent, faster, and more desperate until Hermione and Draco cried out together as they crested the human wave of pleasure.
After the fall was eminent, Draco rolled off from on top of her and gathered her up into his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair.
She squeezed him tightly. “Of course, my darling.”
And with that, they fell asleep in peace.
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