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Draco POV

'I won't be home tonight. It's going to be a big case. I'll explain later. Love, Hermione,' was the letter that I had received by owl last night. After spending the night alone and getting this kids ready and to the my mother's this morning, I found himself sitting at his desk at St. Mungo's, trying to center myself and get to work for the day.

After trying and failing to focus on the prescription requests in front of me, I give up and drop my head to my hands, letting my mind wonder.

It wasn't long after Hermione and I had moved in together, we didn't have a care in the world and all of our time was spent with each other, that I woke up on a weekday morning and rolled over to see my beautiful girl still sleeping next to me. Her brown curls were tousled and a mess from our love making the night before and her face was so peaceful and angelic as she was lost in her dream world. I couldn't help but lay there and stare, taking in just how lucky I was to call Hermione mine. She had my diamond ring on her finger and one day soon I would be able to call her my wife. My heart swelled at the thought and I couldn't keep the giant smile off my face. I had never been happier.

Glancing over at the time, I saw that we had a few minutes before we had to wake up and get ready for work. Instead of rolling over and attempting to catch a few more minutes of sleep, I was going to show Hermione just how much I loved her. Reaching out, I brushed a few unruly curls away from her creamy skin before leaning down to place kisses along her collarbone. Hermione lets out a contented sigh but doesn't wake. Carefully shifting my body to hover over Hermione's without jostling her, I start to kiss a trail down the naked skin of her breasts, down her stomach and to my final destination. The second my lips graze her clit, Hermione's body reacts, her hips jutting into me as a low moan escapes her lips.

As I run my tongue over the warm, wet seem of her core, Hermione finally awakes, hands moving to curl in my hair as she moans, "Mmm, Draco, don't stop." With a chuckle, I delve in, eating Hermione's pussy until she is writhing beneath me, begging for more. My cock is throbbing beneath my boxers as I give Hermione all of the pleasure I can. This woman drives me crazy and I've never been more in love.

"Mmm, right there, Draco..." Hermione purrs, hips bucking against my mouth.

"Come for me, love," I purr, waiting to feel Hermione's release on my tongue, anticipating the moment she gives herself fully over to me.

"Have a good weekend, Draco?" a female voice snaps me out of my reminiscing, holding me back from reliving the moment when Hermione fell apart for me. My head snaps up from my hands, turning to see Shawna, in all her blonde glory, standing in the doorway to my office.

"Oh, good morning, Shawna," I manage to get out, having to clear my throat to rid it of the sexual desire that was surely there. Good thing I'm sitting at my desk because the memory of Hermione from all those years ago has me sporting a semi. I readjust myself and come fully back to the present, turning my attention to Shawna. "Yeah, it was a good weekend, what about you?" I ask, not really up for small talk, but knowing I need to get to work and stop fantasizing about my wife.

"My weekend was good," Shawna smiles, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder in the dramatic way she always does. I know it's supposed to draw attention to her, but I'm not interested. "Did you get your weekend alone with your wife?" she asks, waggling her thin eyebrows suggestively, a knowing gleam in her blue eyes.

"I did," I nod, smiling to myself as memories from my night alone with Hermione play in my mind, not helping my excited cock situation in the least. Shifting myself again, I continue, "It was a much needed break from everything."

"I bet," Shawna nods knowingly. "Everyone needs to let loose and have some good sex every now and then," she teases, shifting her stance so her ample cleavage is on full display. She's really laying it on thick recently and I need to snip it in the bud now before she gets too many ideas. I loves sex, yes, but my sex life is not going to be idle office chitchat.

"We have a few potion requests here that you can get to work on," I go into professional mode, shutting down wherever Shawna had been planning on taking this conversation.

"Right, I will start on them now," Shawna nods, quickly snapping back into professional mode and grabbing the sheets of paper I'm holding out to her. Shawna may cross the line a lot, but she does know when enough is enough. I'm not welcoming her advances and she knows to back off, now tomorrow she'll be back at it again, but I expect it and know how to handle it.

As Shawna walks off to the potions lab, I settle back in and start to flip through the pile up of papers from over the weekend. Being in charge is nice, but it sure does come with a lot of paperwork that I'd rather not have to deal with. With I sigh, I get down to it.

"Hey, Draco, how did yesterday go at the zoo?" my attention is pulled away from my work as Ginny enters my office, hands cupping her swollen belly.

"It was great, the kids really loved it and it was some great family time," I answer, leaning back in my chair and lacing my fingers behind my head. "The weekend would have been completely perfect if Hermione hadn't been called away for a case last night," I add, knowing I can trust Ginny with my personal life.

"I heard about that," Ginny nods as she sits in the chair across from my desk. "I hope they can wrap the case up quick, Hermione has been under enough stress lately."

"I know," I agree. "I wish there was some way to take away the stress, but I know work has been crazy and then our home schedule is a mess with two kids. Every time I think we are settling into a rhythm and can relax together, life throws us another curve ball," I sigh, raking a hand through my hair. It was obvious to anyone that knew her that Hermione had been under a lot of stress lately and I'd hoped this weekend alone would help relieve it, but with this new case I feared the stress would just pile back on. I knew my wife was struggling with her priorities and being a full-time working mum. She was doing a great job, but I also knew that she couldn't see it the way I did.

"You're doing all that you can, Draco," Ginny assures me. "You're handling everything with the kids while she has to work. You're not telling her she should stay home with the kids and not work. You're letting her follow her dreams and be the great Auror that she is. There's nothing else that you can do, Draco, besides be there for her," Ginny's words are wise and true. I had never pressured Hermione into being a stay at home mum once we'd had El, I knew that wasn't Hermione and I knew we could make everything work out.

"Thank you for saying that, Gin," I send her a smile. "It's nice to hear. I just wish I could do more to help her."

"All you have to do is love her, Draco, and we all know you are good at that," Ginny sends me a teasing wink. "Hang in there, this too shall pass, and if you need a night alone, Blaise and I can babysit again. We need all the practice we can get," she smiles, patting her stomach pointedly.

"Thank you, Gin. I'm glad Hermione has you," I smile, standing from my desk as well.

"I don't know what I'd do without her," Ginny laughs as she leaves my office.

"I don't know what I'd do without her either," I sigh as I reach my arms above my head to stretch. Enough with the paperwork and idle chitchat, it was time to get to my rounds.

Before I'd left work, I'd received another owl from Hermione saying that she wouldn't be home until late, probably not until after the kids were in bed. With a hint of disappointment settling in my stomach, I'd gone and picked up the kids from my mum and fixed dinner and gone through the nightly bedtime routines, all the while fielding questions of, "Why isn't Mummy home?" and "But how can I sleep without Mummy tucking me in?" At each question, my heart ached a little more, for both my kids and my wife. I knew Hermione was sad to be missing the bedtime routines and it hurt me to know that it was hurting her. In a few days the kids would forget that Mummy had missed a few nights because of work, but Hermione would remember and it would add to her stress.

It was about an hour after the kids had been put to bed and I had just finished straightening up the house from the tornadoes that were our two children, when I the sound of Hermione arriving via the Floo drew my attention.

"Hey, babe, I'm glad you're home," I smile as I walk into the living room to see a very exhausted and ruffled Hermione. There is no amount of potion that completely takes away the exhaustion of pulling an all nighter away.

"Hey," Hermione sighs, seeming completely spent, as she drops her work bag on the couch and looks like she's about to collapse on the couch and follow it. "I'm sorry I didn't make it home to put the kids to sleep."

"They understood, but you can go check on them if it will make you feel better. I can warm up some dinner for you while you peek in on them," I suggest as I move across the room, ready to wrap her in a hug. I open my arms and she collapses into them, her head resting on my chest and her arms circling my waist as she lets out an audible sigh.

"That would be perfect," she sighs, staying in my embrace, letting me hold her close. I press my lips to her brunette curls and savor this moment, the woman I love wrapped in my arms.

After a few moments pass, I press a kiss to Hermione's forehead and release her, saying, "Go check on the kids and get comfy, I'll get your dinner heated and have a glass of wine ready."

"Thank you, Draco," Hermione smiles, her warm brown eyes on me. "What did I do to deserve you?" her voice so sincere it has my heart swelling in my chest. I love this woman so much, and she thinks she's the one who doesn't deserve me? If anything, I'm the one who doesn't deserve her.

"I'm the one who's playing out of their league, love," I smile at her, loving the flirtatious smile I get in response. I watch Hermione as she heads to the stairs, wondering, not for the first time today, how I got so lucky.

I am just setting Hermione's warmed dinner, chicken alfredo with broccoli, and her glass of red wine on the table when I hear her bare feet pad into the room and feel her arms wrap around me from behind. "I love you, Draco," she sighs against my shirt as I turn in her arms to embrace her again.

"I love you, too, Hermione," I say as I lean down and place a gentle kiss to her lips, wanting nothing more than to deepen it, but knowing she needs to get some food in her after the long day. It wouldn't surprise me if she'd forgotten to eat lunch, and breakfast for that matter, because once she got enthralled in something she sometimes forgot to come up for air. "Come on, lets get some food in you and you can tell me about your day," I say as I pull back from her lips and look down to see that she's changed into a pair of tights and one of my shirts. Damn she looks good in my shirt, my cock agrees as it starts to stir to life.

"Excited to see me?" Hermione asks teasingly. Of course she can feel my downstairs situation, she's still wrapped in my arms.

"Always," I purr, leaning down to give her a lingering kiss before pulling back and releasing her. If I keep my hold on her, I know we're going to get distracted and Hermione needs to eat.

"I look like shit," Hermione rolls her eyes as she moves to slide into her seat at the table.

"Babe, you look sexy as hell," I counter, my eyes meeting hers, making sure she knows I'm being serious, as I take a seat across from her and rest my arms on the table.

"Uh huh," she says skeptically as she takes her first bite of pasta. "I'm sure I look sexy as hell with dark circles under my eyes, messy hair and dressed in sloppy clothes," she pauses for another bite before her eyes snap up to meet mine, "It's your shirt that's doing it, isn't it?" she asks with a knowing smile.

"You know I love you in my clothes," I smile, eyes taking in my beautiful wife. "But it wouldn't matter what you're wearing, babe, or what you look like. You do it for me all the time, no matter what. Please don't ever doubt that," I meet her eyes, making sure she knows I'm serious as hell. She turns me on, no matter what.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a charmer?" Hermione asks, her brown eyes twinkling as she takes a sip of her wine.

"Maybe a time or two," I play it off teasingly. We both know full well that Hermione calls me a charmer all the time, especially when I'm trying to get my way in the bedroom. "So, how's the case going?" I ask, changing the subject.

Hermione lets out a long sigh and takes another sip of wine before saying, "This is going to be a long and difficult case." She goes on to tell me all about the wizard who went rogue last night, breaking into Gringotts and killing a goblin. The wizard had disappeared without a trace and now Hermione was heading up the investigation with Harry. They had a few leads but nothing had panned out so far. "It's probably going to involve more late nights like these," she sighs. "I'm sorry, Draco."

"Don't worry about it, love," I murmurs, reaching over to rest my hand reassuringly over hers. "We've got this. Do what you need to do and I will handle the rest."

"Have I ever told you you're perfect?" she asks, her voice full of relief as she meets my eyes with her tired brown ones.

"Once or twice, but I can always hear it again," I send her a wink and squeeze her hand. I need her to know that I am here for her and support her. I can handle whatever she needs me to.

"That was delicious, Draco," Hermione says with small contented smile as she finishes her dinner and sets her fork down on her empty plate.

"Thank you, let me clean up and we can relax on the couch, or go to bed, whichever you prefer," I say as I stand from the table, grabbing Hermione's plate and taking it to the sink.

"I can clean up, you've done enough today," Hermione protests, standing as well.

"Sit down and relax, love. You've had a long day," I say as I set about cleaning up Hermione's dishes. Of course Hermione doesn't sit back down, as stubborn as she is I didn't expect anything less, but she doesn't try to help, instead she rests her hips against the island in the center of the kitchen and watches me.

As I put the final dish back in the cabinet, I turn and face Hermione and see her hungry brown eyes studying me. "What do you want to do tonight, babe?" I ask, move over to place my hands on the island around her, bracketing her between my body and the island.

Setting her half-empty wineglass on the island behind her, her arms move to loop around my next as her brown eyes search mine. "I want to pick up where we left off last night," she says, her voice rough with the desire that is shining in her eyes. Her look of desire is all it takes for my body to react, blood rushing downward and my cock shooting upward. How lucky was I? Even after a long day at work, my wife wanted me more than sleep.

"I can get behind that," I murmur as I move my hands to her waist, pulling her flush against me so she can feel my excitement pressing against her stomach.

"I might be too tired to be of much help, but..." Hermione trails off, her fingers playing teasingly with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"That's fine, babe, let me make love to you," I purr, dropping my mouth to her ear, lips brushing against the shell of her ear with each word. Hermione lets out a breathy sigh and arches against me.

"Gladly," she whispers, her voice full of desire.

"Jump," I demand, hands gripping Hermione's ass so that I can support her weight as her legs wrap around me. With only one thing on my mind, I carry my wife off to bed to make love to her.

Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think! I've gotten some feedback that this story isn't worth continuing after being on hiatus for so long. Do you want me to continue or not? I don't want to waste both of our time if it's just better to scrap.