The Bad Life

short lemons make a small glass of limonada.

chapter 3

When Hermione walked into The Minister's office it was to find him standing in the middle of the room having an animated conversation with someone whose view was blocked from her. It would be a disconcerting sight, The Minister having an animated conversation with anyone but she had gotten used to it as she learned that he was just a man (well, really he was still his snakey self but she was really thinking in terms of personality) with the usual human spectrum of emotion.

Once he had taken over the Ministry and started to reform it to his way of thinking, she had become rather close to him; he had given her her position straight off after graduating from Hogwarts but she had spent every day since proving to him that he made the right choice; he was not a person to leave someone in a position they couldn't hande. And as wierd as it was, the mudblood Hermione Granger actually considered The Minister to be a friend.

When The Minister turned around to greet her, she saw that the person he was talking to was none other than Draco. She gave a curtsey to The Minister, pleading to him with her eyes. When he gave his head one faint nod she flew into the arms of her lover covering his face with butterfly kisses. "I was so worried about you," she whispered into his ear before sitting down on one of the chairs in the cluster where her boss sat. Draco then sat next to her; they both had some issues keeping their hands to themselves.

"Miss Granger," The Minister started, "I have gone over the contract that appeared on my desk not too long ago and I am very happy that you were able to convince the girl to join the wizarding world; I expect you to take her under your wing as much as possible."

"Already under control. I will be taking her and her parents to Diagon Alley to get her stuff, though I think that we should keep our eyes on the mother. She isn't overjoyed about her duaghter's decision."

"I shall keep that in mind," he responded. Hermione knew that him not commenting on her taking the initiative in respect to the empath was a compliment, as it meant there was nothing to pick out about it.

He then continued, "I am sure that you have been wondering where Mister Malfoy has been, and on this occasion I deem it fit to tell you," he held up a hand signaling to Hermione that he did not want a response at the moment. "Draco here was sent on a mission with McNair to find a group of the Light extremists (she nodded, showing that she had surmised as much). They exceeded their expectations by bringing in all five of the remaining vigilantes, I do belive Miss Skeeter will have a nice piece on the front page of tomorrow's Prophet. A small smile graced his lips for the last sentance; he had always liked Rita Skeeter.

Hermione looked over to Draco with pure pride shining through her eyes as The Minister finished what he was telling them. "And so, I have decided that as a reward for the two of you, I am going to allow you to be the first exception to the marraige laws."

Both of his loyal followers were looking at him dumbstruck. Hermione was the first to react. "You mean we can get married?" she asked in a hopeful whisper.

"That is exactly what I mean," came the response.

She flew out of her chair and into the arms of The Minister, giving him the biggest hug he had ever recieved in the entirety of his life. "Thank you, Minister," she told him as she kissed his forehead, tears of joy falling down her cheeks. She then moved over to Draco, who still had the gobstopped look on his face. She kneeled down in front of him, her face crinkling in worry. "You do want to marry me, don't you?"

He stopped out of his reverie and smiled down at her. "Of course I want to marry you. Thank you for the honor, Minister," he added, getting to his feet to shake the man's hand.

"It's the least I could do, the two of you have worked hard for me for many years now. You deserve this." It was a very few people who got to see this caring side of their leader and they both felt honored to be part of that small group.

They had asked The Minister to keep the situation under wraps until they told everyone they felt should hear from them rather than the newspaper. He agreed that he would wait two days until he gave the press release. And so it was the day between when they were told and when the world would be told that they arranged to have dinner at Malfoy Manor with his mother and father (who had finally been released from Azkaban to be in the lower Death Eater ranks), as well as his Aunt and Uncle Lestrange.

Draco had schooled Hermione on how to act when visiting his parents years before so she dressed in her best robes, making sure her hair and nails were immaculate. When they arrived to the Manor they were escorted to a drawing room by a house elf. She had long ago given up on her campaign to give them rights if for no other reason than she was tired of being shunned by them.

It was after eating dinner when everyone was in a different sitting room with their brandy's when the two decided to drop their bombshell. Draco stood up in front of the fire, pulling Hermione with him as he cleared his throat for the attention of his family. When he had their attention he let his hand run down her back, knowing that she was far from the calm she projected.

"Everyone... Mother, Father... The Minister has given Hermione and me permission to marry, we talked it over, and we decided to take him up on his offer." Now all they had to do was wait for the objections.

It was hard to tell the reaction to look at the faces of those who had just heard this news and Hermione looked up at her finace with worry in her eyes. She had a feeling this would happen. He didn't want what she was about to say to be the deciding factor in the acceptance of his family, but she had known in her heart that it would be the case.

She looked over her future in-laws. "Draco and I have discussed the matter, and I have decided that he should take a pureblood mistress to bear him an heir."

This announcement had the desired effect. His parents looked relieved as Narcissa stood up and walked over to the two and hugged them, congratulating them on their impending nuptuals leaving her family to follow suit. The rest of the night was filled with talk of the wedding, much to the consternation of the men in the room. For Draco, the time could not move fast enough for him to leave the Manor and get back to their flat and ravage his fiance.

Within three seconds of apparating home he had their clothes spelled off. When she sqealed at the sudden cold he walked into her, picking her up and pushing her up against the nearest surface, being the icebox and making her even colder. "Draco," she whined. He immediately walked across the kitchen with her legs wrapped around his waist and deposited her onto the table, wandlessly casting a warming charm on it.

He kissed down her body, paying particular attention to her nipples, biting, licking and nipping before moving lower, following her scars to her belly button. When he reached her dripping sex he grinned up at her, breathing in her musky scent before devouring her juices, his tongue making its way into her entrance causing her to moan as she leaned back, her hands bracing the table for her.

After he had brought her to climax he stood back up and pulled her off of the table. She smiled up at him as he crashed his lips to hers, her tongue seeking out her fluids that remained in the crevasses of his mouth before he abruptly turned her around so she was facing the table. She moaned out in anticipation when he spelled her hands, binding them to the table from the legs on the opposite side as she was pulled so she was leaning over the able, her breasts falling to barely graze the surface.

She could feel his erection rubbing against her ass as he massaged her breasts, kissing patterns on her back. When it seemed as though this treatment would last forever, Hermione arched her back, pressing her ass against him even harder while calling out for him to just take her already.

He chuckled at her as he pushed himself into her vaginal opening not stopping until he was completely sheathed. When he started moving he was prompted by her to continuously go harder and faster until he thought he would pass out from exhaustion before either of them came, his fingers working on her clit in time to his thrusts.

When they finally did come together in a cacophony of screams and groans, from both the people and the furniture, he slumped down on her back, kissing her soft skin until he had enough energy to pull away, letting her binding come undone after he had gotten in a sound smack to her perfect ass.