The Good Life

"Draco, when your father and I agreed to let you marry Hermione, you promised a pureblood heir. You have been married for five years now, and I have yet to even see a prospective mother."

"Mother, it is harder than I thought to find a pureblood woman who is willing to have my child without being married to me. I have tried, and I am still trying, it's just taking longer than I had imagined."

"You may be an adult, but you had better believe that if you don't find someone soon, your father will do it for you." Draco cringed at this, but he was well aware of its truthfulness.

"Thank you for the warning, Mother," he told her as he got up to leave. "I must leave for work now, though." Narcissa nodded her head, and kissed her son on the cheek. She didn't enjoy being stern with her son, but she knew that neither he nor Hermione would much care for anyone Lucius would choose to bear the next Malfoy heir.

Draco was appointed as head of the newly formed "Enforcers" brigade. The Minister had found that even with raising fines and longer Azkaban stays, crimes - petty or otherwise, were steady. He wanted a decline in crime (and yes, the entire concept is just ringing with irony) and he decided to solve the problem the same way any muggle crime boss would ... goons. Only, the Minister's Enforcers were hardly goon-like by muggle standards. Draco was the epitome of an Enforcer – lean, quick, agile, good with a wand, and most importantly, smart and could think on his feet. In the grand scheme of things, Enforcers were much like Aurors (who now mostly worked in finding the few remaining terrorist cells of the Light, as well as other small things, such as domestic disturbances and the like. There weren't many Aurors left, as a large number had held firm to the side of the Light themselves) only with more propensity to fire off spells first and ask questions later. No one wanted to be on the wrong side of the Enforcers because there was no guarantee of how they would come out of the encounter.

He apparated to the Ministry and went to his office, followed by fearsome glances from some of the other employees who thought that his team was a bit more than necessarily violent. After catching up on his paperwork, he was on his way out to lunch when a memo flew into his office telling him to go to The Minister's office.

Forty minutes later, he was walking the hallways again, only this time his destination was the Mudblood and Muggle Liaison office, where Hermione was still the head of the department.

He sauntered through the medium-sized room that held eight small cubicles until he reached the office in the back. The secretary outside the door looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Mister Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy is in a meeting at the moment, but it should be done any minute now, if you want to wait. If you don't have time, I can take a message."

"Thanks, Anjelica, I think I'll wait," he responded, sitting in one of the chairs off to the side, pulling some forms out from his briefcase. Five minutes later, the door opened, and the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts came through it. Anjelica looked up and told him to go on in.

As he entered the office, his wife looked up, and upon seeing him, gazed at him, her face clouded with lust. "Draco, why must you visit me here while you're working? You know I can't keep my hands off of you when you're in uniform," she told him, licking her lips. He did indeed look quite sexy in his uniform. He wore black dragonhide boots with black slightly loose fitting trousers tucked into them. His robe was close fitting blood red with three black ties, the material splitting at the waist to reach to his knees in four sections for better ease with running. Under the robe was a black form-fitting shirt tucked into the trousers. The right breast of his robe had the word "Enforcer" in bold black capital letters with a picture of the Dark Mark embossed underneath, while the other side had the code "EBCDM01" (Enforcer Brigade Captain Draco Malfoy 01).

"Far be it for me to stop you," he replied with a smirk to which she replied with a glare. He sat on her desk, facing her and said, "Although, I came here for two things. The Minster is sending Peyser and me to Spain. Remember Jordan?"

"The guy who killed his wife with a muggle gun and then floated her body so it was hanging above her lover's house?"

"Yeah ... he's been seen in Seville, so we have to go find him. Hopefully it won't take too long."

"Mmmmm, I'll miss you," she huffed with a pout.

"I know and I'll miss you," he laughed as he swooped down to catch her lips with his with brutalizing force.

"So, what's the second reason?" she asked, pulling away.

"Mother informs me that if we, or I, don't find someone soon, Father is going to choose someone to carry the heir on his own." Hermione shuddered at the statement. The only person she knew with their ideals and was a non-married pureblood female was Millicent Bulstrode, and she did not want her husband shagging her, no matter how nice she could be once you knew her.

"Then I hope you have some extra time in Spain," she told him. She knew that the main reason that Draco hadn't found anyone was that deep in his heart, he only wanted his wife to carry his children, no matter how impossible it was. Whenever he had to go away on a business trip, she always encouraged him to see if there were any prospects. She was a logical woman, and knew that Draco's parents would butt in at some point. She just had thought it would have been a few years ago.

When he leaned in for another kiss, she nipped at his chin. "How long do you have before you go? I have forty-five minutes until my next meeting," she hinted.

"Not that long, but long enough," he growled into her hair, which was now straight and sleek.

Since they gotten married, they had moved into their own wing of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa had decided to take her daughter-in-law under her wings and teach her everything she would need to know about living in pureblood society. Hermione was sure that it was just because the woman didn't want her to be a disgrace to the Malfoy name. The only reason that her marrying in hadn't already done that was that it was a Minister-sanctioned wedding. A part of what Narcissa did was take her to an expensive, exclusive beauty salon and tell her that it was mandatory that she get her hair and nails done every week.

She picked up her wand; silencing the room and making a note appear on Anjelica's desk saying that she couldn't be disturbed until her husband left the room. Upon reading it, the secretary just smiled; she had gotten used to this sort of note and thought it was adorable that the two still shagged like newlyweds.

Draco hitched up Hermione's gold colored robe and her cream skirt to her waist, happy to see that as usual, she was knicker-free with a garter belt holding up her stockings. It was a habit she had picked up when Draco started at the Ministry and would stop by; rarely leaving without a quickie once his wife got a look of him in uniform.

He sat her on her desk, her free-flowing juices falling onto the wood beneath her. In a swift motion, he pulled down his trousers, freeing his erection. Before she even had a chance to touch him, his shaft was filling her to the hilt. She screamed out at the wonderful intrusion as he pulled out and pushed back in, reaching down to stimulate her clitoris. He took her hard, and he took her fast, with her screaming the entire time, her hands clamping around the edges of the desk as she felt her release crash down upon her, and him letting loose with a string of profanities as he came in her slick channel.

It was over within ten minutes, and she cleaned them both off with her wand before also using it to rid any wrinkles that may have occurred. She pulled out a mirror from her desk and straightened her hair and make-up as he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

Just before he left, he spelled away the smell of sex from her office, as the window obviously didn't open. She kissed him good-bye, wishing him luck on his mission as he was on his way out.

Twenty-five minutes later, she was sitting on a muggle park bench sans robe in Bolton, not far from the Mack house. It was a nice day in May, temperate, with a slight breeze. Not much longer, Bryan Mack appeared in front of her. She stood up to greet him with a kiss on the cheek before they both sat back down.

"I'm sure you must be curious as to why I asked you to meet me here," Bryan commented.

"Curiosity is in my nature," she replied with a smile. "Though I'm more curious as to why Elizabeth isn't here. She never seems to want to let either you or Alex out of her sight when I'm around."

"Which brings us to why I asked you to meet me," Hermione raised an eyebrow to him and he gave her a fake baleful look before continuing. "We're getting a divorce," he said, cutting to the chase.

"Really?" she asked curiously. She had known that they hadn't been doing too well for a while, but she had no idea it had gotten to that point.

"Yes, but that's not why I asked you here. I'm going to need help finding a place to live and such in the Wizarding World to be there for Alex. You see, Hermione, I'm not a muggle at all. I'm a wizard, an out-of-practice wizard, but a wizard nonetheless."


**So, here's the first chapter of the last fic of this series, if we're calling it a series. Thanks to Heather and her beta greatness! Any remaining mistakes are all mine.