The New Minister

A/N: A longer chapter for you all. The next chapter will most likely be the last. Please review. :D

Chapter 9

The next day when I got home from work, I saw that there was a lavish dinner laid out on the kitchen table. There were candles and champagne and everything. There was a warming charm on it all, and there were no lights except the candles in the flat. ‘Draco?’ I called. I couldn’t wait to see him. It had been far too long.

I set my things down by the kitchen table and called Draco’s name again. I walked through the kitchen and into the lounge. I was about to call his name again, but then I saw his form lying back on his favourite cushy chair, his head tucked into a corner, his chest rising and falling softly in sleep.

I smiled. Jet lag. It was a seven hour difference between England and Hong Kong, and he had been up late the previous night with his dinner with the owners of the large companies that employed house elves in their sweat shops. However, I hadn’t seen him in over a week now, and I wanted him awake, if it was only for an hour or so.

I walked over to the chair and climbed onto his lap, my legs going to either side of his so that I was straddling him. I looked into his perfect sleeping face and wondered silently what our child would look like. Would it be a girl or a boy? A blonde or a brunet? Curly or straight haired? I stroked his cheek with my thumb. His pale skin or my slightly tanned skin? Would our child be gorgeous like Malfoy or frumpy but somewhat pretty like me?

And if we had more than one? Would they all look similar, or would they turn out completely different?

I stopped. I wasn’t even sure if I was having more than one of Malfoy’s children. I didn’t even know if I was spending more than the next six months with him. After all, his father disapproved of me even if his mother did like the idea of her son settling down with a ‘cute girl’ like me.

I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell him about the baby. I would have to now since I told Ron and Harry and even my blabby-mouthed secretary. But I didn’t want him to propose just because I was having his child, and I didn’t want him to stay with me just because he had sprogged me up. If he loved me as much as he said he did, wouldn’t he have proposed by now?

He said that he was waiting. Waiting for what? We said that we would get married, that we were ‘kinda mostly already but not really engaged yet.’ We laughed about it, that we would be together forever, but he hadn’t ever shown me real proof of that. What was he waiting for?

I sighed. I would never know. He was the kind of man that liked to have his secrets. He didn’t have many, since he couldn’t lie to me, but he did have a few that he said would play out in time, and I just had to trust him. And so I would. I would trust him. That didn’t mean that I would stop thinking about it.

Maybe he was just afraid of taking that further step. After all, his only previous relationship to me had ended rather terribly and it had only been after he had proposed to her that it had all gone downhill. But, of course, that had been neither of their doings as his previous fiancée had died at the age of nineteen of a wizarding disease much the same as tuberculosis.

The day after they had become engaged was the first time she had coughed up blood. She had died before they could even decide when the wedding would be. She had hidden it from him, as well. He hadn’t known that she was dying and he was very excited in his marriage, and then one day she had been in St Mungo’s and the next she’d been dead.

Really, I didn’t blame him for not wanting to move on. It had been, after all, his first love. However, it had been over seven years since that had happened, and he really did need to move on with me. I just wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

‘Are you going to seduce me, or are you just going to sit there staring at my forehead all night?’ Draco asked somewhat sleepily from under me. He must have been awake for a few minutes now as I was lost in thoughts.

‘Sorry,’ I smiled. ‘I was thinking.’

‘About?’ he asked.

‘You,’ I said with a wink. Then I kissed him to shut him up. Suddenly that week was forgotten, all my thoughts of the baby and marriage and everything was forgotten. It was just me and him and how much we needed each other in that moment. His mouth fairly devoured mine as his right hand went to the back of my head, holding me to him. My hands were sunk into his hair and my hips began moving of their own accord against his, his gorgeous cock getting harder and harder with every stroke. At last, our lips parted for air and he let out a moan. I smiled as I got up and pulled him off of the chair and into the bedroom.

I fell backwards onto the bed with my legs spread and he fell between them. ‘And why should I be seducing you anyways?’ I asked with a breathless laugh. ‘I had work all day and you sat on your arse and did nothing.’

He kissed me quickly and began undoing the buttons on my shirt while he explained breathlessly, ‘I did do stuff today. I had to have lunch with my mother, and then I went over to Weasley’s and had to talk to Potter as well, apparently. Didn’t know he was back. Then I cooked you dinner, woman.’ He said this as he ripped the last button open and pushed my shirt off my shoulders.

‘Such toils!’ I said sarcastically, loving the look in his eyes as he saw the lace corset that adorned my upper body. His motions, already frantic, became nearly inhuman when he saw my fancy knickers. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and stood quickly to pull off his trousers, pants, and socks.

As he was doing this, I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me in a corset with matching knickers and stockings. He looked at me and groaned, ‘Oh Sweet fucking Salazar.’

I perused his gorgeous body as he did mine. We both ran and did a kickboxing course, and his body definitely showed the effects of that. He also played a pick-up game of Quidditch with Ron quite often. He was lean, as he had always been, but muscular—not the kind of muscular you see in wrestling, but in the way of someone who does karate or swimming.

And his cock, by Godric, his cock—it was still as beautiful as it had been the first time that I had had him in my office all those years ago and I wanted nothing more after this week of hell without him than to have it buried inside me again.

I licked two fingers and slipped them down into my knickers, caressing my slit and clit lightly. He moaned and his hand went straight to his cock, squeezing it lightly to control his lust. Mmm, I would never ever get enough of this man before me. Even when we’re both a hundred and fifty years old I’m sure he would still have the libido of a teenager.

‘Please, Draco,’ I moaned softly and he jumped at it. He was back on top of me, his mouth going to straight to mine, his teeth nipping softly at my lower lip. He softly whispered a spell against my lips and I felt my drenched knickers disappear. He had left the corset and stockings though. I giggled.

Then his cock was up against my cunt, sliding slickly through it until it found its haven and then Oh! He dropped his hips and thrust fully into me. His lust-ridden dark grey eyes found my whiskey orbs and he smirked—though it was slightly strained as he held himself fully in me, not moving but letting me adjust to having him inside me again. I pushed my hips up against his to let him know I was ready and he pulled out and thrust again.

Shocks that originated from where the head of his cock hit the end of my slick cunt passage travelled throughout my entire body. I could feel them from roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. Every time he thrust, I tipped my hips up to meet his, causing him to be so fully inside me that I was feeling myself climb to the highest peak of that beautiful mountain with its summit dubbed ‘Climax,’ or better yet ‘Holy mother fucking Godric bloody fucking hell!’…but in a good way.

My feet were flat against the bed, my legs spread wide as he rutted between them. He pulled my head back by my hair with a soft tug and licked and sucked at my neck. My fingers dug into his taut backside as I urged him on faster and quicker and harder.

Then he stopped. I was so sensitive and wet and he pulled out slowly, so slowly, and pushed back in just as slowly and I was so close to coming and the slow motions of his cock passing by my sensitive flesh made my body spark and ignite and my body to shake almost constantly. He kissed the top of my breast and then kissed my mouth and then unsuspectingly pinched my clit and I jumped from the summit into a wonderful, blissful freefall.

He lay atop me for a few moments, his face buried into the side of my neck and his arms surrounding me in a protecting embrace. ‘I am absolutely, positively, and completely in love with you, you know?’ he said softly against my neck.

‘I know,’ I said with a smile. ‘If you didn’t realise, I feel the exact same way about you.’

He sat up and his softening cock slipped from my cunt. He did a cleaning charm and then smiled at me.

‘I have to tell you something,’ I said to him. I needed to tell him before Ron got the chance.

‘Wait, wait,’ he said. ‘I need to ask you something first.’ He bent down to search the pocket of his trousers. Then instead of getting back up, he stayed on his knees in front of me. He was holding a little black box.

My heart jumped in my chest. Was this it? Was this finally it? Was he finally proposing to me? I smiled encouragingly at him. ‘I know we said that we’d get married one day, but I figured I’d ask you in the proper way,’ he said before clearing his throat. ‘Gods, I even asked Weasley permission to do this.’

So that’s why he had gone to Ron’s house earlier in the day. But then my overactive mind put two and two together. Unless…

Unless...he went to Ron’s house earlier in the day and Ron…Oh, no—no, no, No, No, ‘NO!’ I yelled.

He looked taken aback but that didn’t fool me for one second, the bastard. ‘How could you do this to me?’ I asked with tears in my eyes. I said a quick spell to redress myself and muttered, ‘How could Ron do this to me?’ And with tears falling down my cheeks, I apparated away.