Hermione Granger-Malfoy should be fulfilled with the life she had. On her way to becoming Minister for Magic. With a loving supporting husband. Three children, between the ages of 12 and 5. Incredible friends. What more could she want?

Well, she wanted to be able to Fireman Carry her husband. There was only one thing on her list that she had not been able to do yet. And that she wanted to accomplish before becoming Minister, in less than 6 months.

Hermione was not the petit witch she had once been. She had grown. She had birthed 3 wonderful pale babies and she was curvier. She had trained as an Auror, all the physical training and so, she had the right amount of muscle without stopping being a good pillow, as asserted by her children and husband.

So, biologically, she should be able to lift Draco. The problem was that the man did not let himself be lifted. Whenever she tried, he complained and carried her instead. To bed, normally with the intention of distracting her with sex. But she had a plan. And this time she would prevail.

Scorpius was at Hogwarts, Cassie with her parents and Perseus was spending the night with Grandma Narcissa and Grandpa Lucius.

Hermione had his favourite meal under stasis, Blanquette de veau, and a few bottles of one of their favourite red wines, Aeternus Douro. Hermione was dressed in a lacy form-fitting emerald green knee-length dress. He would love it.

She heard the fireplace roar to life and rushed to the doorway. Leaning seductively against it.

"How does one get so lucky that their incredibly smart and beautiful wife would welcome them home like that?" he asked, looking at her from her heels to her curls. Once he was close enough, he produced a wonderful bouquet of peach carnations, her favourite flower.

"Well, it started with an apology and then he stole my heart," she said kissing him. "Thank you for the flowers, I have dinner ready for us. Why don't you go wash up?"

"And I thought you would let me unwrap this beautiful Slytherin coloured gift before dinner…" he teased.

"Not a chance… maybe after dinner… if you behave, husband of mine." Hermione whispered, kissing his jaw, before pulling back and walking to the dining room.

"Only one place, darling? Are you not eating tonight?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"I thought… I could sit on your lap... We are alone, and I have not had a meal, sitting on your lap for such a long time. And we are alone..." she repeated trying to convince him.

"Love that idea, Hermione. I've told you before, I could be your personal chair once you become Minister," he whispered as he sat down and pulled her into his lap.

Sharing a glass had its perks, at least on Hermione's plan to get her husband a little more than tipsy. She took a little sip of the wonderful wine and he took a big gulp.

"I love you, Granger." He whispered against the corner of her mouth.

"I love you too, Draco. Although, you know it's been Malfoy for 14 years now… don't you?"

He chuckled. "Yes, And I pinch myself every morning, seeing the Malfoy ring on your finger."

As he said that, Hermione stroked the ring on her left hand. It was a beautiful band, silver with little emeralds and a ruby. It put everything else to shame. "Get up, love, let's get this party to the bedroom so you can unwrap your present," she whispered.

When he got up, a little wobbly on his feet, Hermione took her chance, placing her right leg between his and dropping his right arm over her shoulders, she lifted him up in a swift motion. She finally did it. She firewoman carried her husband.

Draco chuckled. "This was not the present I was waiting for…"

"Almost 14 years ago, you carried me, today is my turn!"

Truth be told, she was exhausted when they finally arrived in the bedroom. But she felt accomplished. She kissed him. "Thank you for keeping fulfilling my dreams, Draco."

"Now and Forever."