The Minister's Wife

(AN: Hey my lovelies, I'm Baaaaaack! Soooooo sorry about the wait, my work life is interfering with my non-work life and I am trying to keep my head on straight while attempting to keep my bloody job. Thanx to all who have stuck around and waited for me to post my next chapter. So here it is, the next installment of Hermione Granger &... I hope you all enjoy it. And I am still working on the next chapter of My Wolf. I keep hitting the brick wall that is Writer's Block and it is eating my brain alive. I will try my hardest to work through it, as I hate unfinished stories, so please hang in there a little longer. I don't own Harry Potter or any known characters, J.K. Rowling does, the lucky woman! I just play in the vast and far-reaching sandbox she created! So please read, review and enjoy! And remember, suggestions are always welcome!)

Kingsley was watching as his wife and daughter slept beside him. It had been a busy week for the family. He had been sworn in as Minister for Magic at the beginning of the week after a long and grueling race against Dolores Umbridge. But they had gotten through it and now he was the British Minister for Magic. He had already had quite a few people come to 'talk' (read: bribe, and/or threaten) to him in the last week. But he had a very diligent security team headed up by Harry Potter, his Head Auror. Harry was also his wife's closest friend and their daughter's godfather. Kingsley had made it quite plain that he would be cleaning up the Ministry from the inside out and that things were about to get a major overhaul. It had been a long week, but now it was the weekend, and he could take it a bit easier. He only had two meetings on the books.

"Kings, go to sleep. You have a meeting at eight tomorrow morning." Hermione murmured sleepily.

Kingsley refocused on his wife. Yes, he had married Hermione Granger, the brains of the "Golden Duo." It didn't matter to her that he was fifteen years older than her. She had pursued him relentlessly after the war had ended. Things had started sparking for them the night of the 'Battle of the Seven Potters,' and Hermione had been of age at the time. The two had been high on an adrenalin rush when they ended up having sex in Arthur's shed once everyone, save for Moody, had returned to The Burrow. They had met up a few more times after that, before Hermione and Harry had gone on the run with Ron.

She had kept in contact with him the best she could while she, Harry and Ron had been on the run. But they only saw each other again on the battlefield at Hogwarts during the Final Battle. He had been the one to hold her back when Voldemort had brought Harry's 'dead' body back from the Forbidden Forest. She had wanted to run to her brother in all but blood, but Kingsley had kept her from doing so. To save her life.

After the Battle was over, he had found her in what remained of the Astronomy Tower and still high on the adrenalin, the two had had sex again.

May 2nd, 1998, 6:27 AM.

Hermione cried out as her back hit the stone wall. The hard body in front of her was pressing her into the rough exterior of the castle. Kingsley took her mouth in a hot, openmouthed kiss. She kissed him back eagerly. She had missed her dark-skinned lover over the past year. He tore off what remained of her shirt and she pushed off his torn robe and tugged off his shirt. Her bra went flying and she let out a surprised squeak when his mouth closed over one of her straining nipples. She could feel his erection pressing against her through their clothes. She wanted them closer, now. She used wandless, non-verbal magic to divest them of the rest of their clothing and cast the necessary Charms on herself and around the room so they wouldn't be disturbed and she wouldn't get pregnant.

"Eager, are we?" Kingsley chuckled.

"Don't tease." Hermione whined, pressing her slick, needy center against his long, thick erection.

He hissed and his hips involuntarily bucked, the head of his cock clipping her clit. He crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss as he slid himself deep inside of her waiting body. She moaned into his mouth as he started to pump into her. The adrenalin had long since worn off, only to be replaced by burning need and lust.

Back to Present

After that night, Hermione had chased the older man as she tried to ward off unwanted attention from Ron. Her ginger-haired friend had gotten it into his head that they were meant to be together. And that Harry was meant for Ginny. But Harry hadn't wanted anything to do with Ginny outside of her being Ron's younger sister and nothing more. Harry had already been in a relationship with Luna Lovegood at the time. Hermione had made it quite clear that she didn't want any type of romantic relationship with Ron, that she didn't see him as any more than just a friend, but he didn't believe her. It wasn't until he had walked into her flat and found her and Kingsley in a rather intimate position and had gotten so angry, he had blown up and called Hermione every name under the sun that he could possibly think of, that he realized that Hermione had been telling the truth.

After Ron had stormed out of Hermione's flat, he had tried to smear her spotless reputation in the press, but unlike him, she was a beloved war heroine. And the reporters at the newly staffed Daily Prophet had laughed the angry redhead out of the building. When it had come out that Ron had abandoned Hermione and Harry during the Hunt, his Order of Merlin had been dropped down to a Third Class. And he hadn't gotten his face on the Chocolate Frog Cards like Hermione and Harry had. Ron finding Hermione with Kingsley had been the straw the broke the camel's back and it had broken the last tie of their friendship. Ron now avoided Hermione and Harry when they came to The Burrow to see the rest of the Weasleys, while Ginny continually tried to get Harry to see her in a romantic light.

"You wandered again." Hermione said, touching her husband's cheek.

"Sorry love, just got lost in my memories. What are you doing awake anyway?" Kingsley asked.

"I was going to go and check on Andrew." Hermione said.

"I'll go and get him. You stay with Twyla." Kingsley said.

He got up out of their bed and wandered to the Nursery. Hermione admired the view of her husband's naked back as he walked away. He came back into their room a few moments later carrying their three-month-old son. Hermione gently sat up, careful to not wake their daughter who had been sleeping between them, and took Andrew from Kingsley. She resituated her sleep shirt and Andrew immediately latched onto her exposed nipple and suckled eagerly from his mother's breast. Kingsley got back into their bed and sat beside Hermione as she fed their son. Twyla snuffled in her sleep and snuggled against her father's side. He stroked her hair gently, watching her sleep. He was extremely happy that Hermione had agreed to marry him after three years of dating. Nine months after they had married, she had given him Twyla. And now, three years later, they had a son to add to their little family.

Kingsley walked into the kitchen of his and Hermione's home just as Hermione was putting the finishing touches on Andrew's birthday cake. He was turning one today. Kingsley had been gone for the last two weeks, and he had missed Hermione and his two children immensely. He hadn't even been sure that he would be able to make it back in time for his son's first birthday, since he had been in meetings for the past two weeks with other foreign Ministers for Magic. He had told Hermione that he would do everything in his power to make it back, but he hadn't been certain he would be able to make it back. But his last meeting had ended late last night and when he awoke this morning, he had taken the first Portkey back to England.

Hermione hadn't turned when Kingsley entered the kitchen, so he slipped behind her and then spun her around. She squeaked in surprise when he planted his lips on hers in a passionate, breath stealing kiss. Once she got over her surprise, she threw herself into the kiss and soon the two were lost in each other. Only the clearing of a throat brought the two back down to earth. Hermione pulled away from her husband with a breathless sigh.

"I've missed you." She murmured.

"I missed you too my sweet." Kingsley said.

"Did you miss me?" Harry asked from behind them.

"Of course, I did Harry. But as I am not married to, or sleeping with, you, I don't miss you nearly as much as I miss Kingsley. Waking up to a cold bed is not fun at all, as I am sure Luna will agree with me. And as much as I love snuggling with my children, it isn't the same as snuggling against my toasty hot husband." Hermione said.

Harry huffed with a pitiful pout and Hermione threw the spatula she was holding at him.

"Have you seen Andrew and Twyla yet, I am sure they will be excited to see their Daddy." Hermione said.

"I was headed there next, I just wanted a good snog from my pretty little wifey first." Kingsley said.

"And what a snog it was. Twyla and Andrew are in the playroom with Jamie, Amaris and Rheagan. And Luna is floating about here somewhere, Harry." Hermione said.

"She's in the garden. I saw her on the way in. We've already said our hellos." Harry said.

Hermione laughed and shooed both men out of the kitchen.

Later That Night

Hermione collapsed onto her and Kingsley's bed with an exhausted sigh. It had been quite the exhausting day, but their children had had a blast. Little Andy had soaked up the attention like a little sponge. Their two toddlers had tried to stay awake, but they had gotten tired around five and had gone to bed after dinner. But the adults had all stayed a while longer and had a little get together of their own. Now, at nine in the evening, Hermione was exhausted and more than ready to sleep.

"Are you going to join me for a shower, or are you just going to lay there in your day clothes all night?" Kingsley asked.

Hermione rolled over to see her husband standing next to their en suite, and he was stark naked. Her eyes roved over her husband's tall, nicely muscled form. His cock was starting to rise to attention under his wife's appreciative stare. Exhaustion forgotten, Hermione got up and walked towards Kingsley, stripping along the way. She followed Kingsley into the shower and sighed in pleasure as the hot water flowed over her naked form. Kingsley watched her for a few minutes before pulling her lush, naked body against his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss her. His hands trailed down her body until they stopped on her thighs and he pulled her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hissed when her back hit the cold tile wall of their shower. Their kissing got more passionate as the lust built between them. They hadn't seen each other in two weeks, other than through Floo calls. So, they gave themselves over to the passion building between them and made love against the wall of their shower before continuing their amorous activities in their bed until the wee hours of the morning.

Hermione awoke with a yawn and stretched herself out against her husband's still sleeping form. She groaned as her muscles protested against her movements. Kingsley chuckled and Hermione jumped in surprise.

"I didn't know you were awake." She murmured.

"I woke up a bit ago. I was content to just watch you sleep. Your Mum stopped by and took Twyla and Andy out for the day. So, we have the house to ourselves for a bit." Kingsley said.

"Mmmmm, did you have anything in mind for our alone time?" Hermione asked, pressing herself against her husband and smirking when she felt his morning erection pressing insistently against her thigh.

"I can think of a few things." He said.

He rolled them over and slipped beneath the sheets. Hermione let out a pretty little whine when Kingsley's tongue went to work on her dripping folds. She arched into his mouth and gripped the pillow beneath her head with one hand and had the silk sheets from their bed twisted in her other. Kingsley knew how to play her like a fine-tuned instrument. And bloody hell, he was good at it. His tongue traced over her wet folds as his fingers slipped into her tight channel and started pumping in and out of her. He was definitely enjoying the mewls and whimpers coming from his wife's mouth as he continued to drive her closer and closer to the edge. He could tell she was close by the rate of her breathing and the fact that her thighs were tightening against his head. He twisted his fingers while they were inside of her at the same time he gave her clit a sharp nip and she came undone, wailing her release to the heavens. He licked her clean while she came down from her high and then came out from under the sheets.

She pulled him down until he was resting in the cradle of her thighs and she kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his lips and tongue as they kissed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her still wet center against his aching erection. He hissed into her mouth at the contacted and bucked his hips, sliding his cock through her slick folds.

"Put it in me baby. Fuck me." Hermione panted.

He gave her what she wanted and slid his cock into her waiting body with one swift thrust of his hips. She gasped and her nails clawed at his shoulders as he started a hard and fast pace, adding new marks on top of the old ones from the night before. It didn't take her long to fall over the edge again and she came with a long, lusty scream. Kingsley grunted and kept pumping until a few moments later when he followed his wife into bliss.

Ten Years Later

Hermione felt herself tearing up. Little Andy was now about to board the Hogwarts Express for his First Year. Twyla was in her Fourth Year and on track to becoming a Prefect and Head Girl. She was a Ravenclaw like her father. Andrew, on the other hand was as brash and adventurous as his Godfather, one Harry James Potter, he would be a Gryffindor for sure.

"Don't cry Mum, I'll write every week. And Christmas will be here before you know it." Andrew said.

Hermione let out a watery chuckle and then ran a hand through her son's bouncy dark brown curls. He looked so much like his father that Hermione knew when he grew out of his boyish looks that he would have girls chasing him around Hogwarts.

"I know sweetheart, I'm just going to miss you and your sister is all. And with your father away all the time, I'll be all alone in our big old house more often than not." Hermione said.

"I'll not be gone that often love." Kingsley said.

Hermione gazed up at her husband with love in her eyes.

"I think I should be getting on the train now." Andrew said.

He loved his parents, but Merlin when they got mushy with each other, it was bloody embarrassing.

"Alright lovey. Don't forget to write to us tonight after the Feast. We want to know what House you are Sorted into. We love you and hope that you will have a wonderful First Year at Hogwarts." Hermione said before pulling her mildly protesting son in for a tight hug.

"Bye Mum and Dad! Love you!" Andrew called as he ran off to board the train.

Hermione let out a sigh after she and Kingsley had bid farewell to their daughter as well. She lent back against her husband's broad chest and settled her hands over his where they rest on her stomach.

"He's right my love. Christmas will be here before we know it. Why don't we head home and enjoy the peace and quiet while we can?" Kingsley said.

"You just want to get home so you can have your wicked way with me." Hermione said, turning in Kingsley's arms.

"You caught onto my evil plan love. I plan on taking you home and having my wicked way with you on every available, sturdy surface of our home." Kingsley said.

He leaned down and kissed Hermione, setting her nerve endings alight with pleasure. A few moments later they were gone with a loud crack!

"He got into Gryffindor." Hermione said.

She set down the parchment on the desk under the window before feeding her son's owl Apus, a few treats.

"That is wonderful love, now come back to bed, I wasn't finished with you." Kingsley said.

Hermione chuckled and sauntered over to the bed. She climbed back into bed and straddled Kingsley. She felt his cock, hard, hot and insistent against her inner thigh. She leaned down and kissed her husband, a kiss he returned with equal passion. She situated herself on top of him and sank down onto his cock with a satisfied moan. After nearly sixteen years of marriage, the passion hadn't died between them. It had only grown and gotten hotter. Hermione hoped that the passion would never die between them. Over the years they had had their share of fights and Hermione having to deal with women trying it on with her husband because he was Minister for Magic. But the two always found their way back to each other.

As Hermione got ready for work the next morning, she looked over at the bouquet of red roses in the delicate crystal vase that her husband had left for her that morning. He had left a note apologizing for not waking her before he left, but he had had an early meeting with the Swedish Minister for Magic. He had left the roses as a form of apology, along with a promise for a dinner for just the two of them that night at an exclusive restaurant in the high-end part of Diagon Alley. Hermione was excited at the prospect of a date with her husband. Yes, they had been on quite a few over the years, but when their two children had come along, the time for a night out for just the two of them had gotten slimmer and slimmer. Now that both their children were away at Hogwarts, Hermione and Kingsley had much more time to spend together.

Hermione got up from her vanity and headed downstairs before taking the Floo to work. It was going to be a great day.