Okay loves; here's the next chapter. I think this story is going a bit slower than my other ones but I promise I'm going to get this story kicked off and really movin' as soon as I can. I mean what can I say greatness takes time. I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 3: Magnanimity takes time

Hermione yawned quietly, snuggling closer to the warm naked body next to her. Keeping her eyes closed she lightly traced the tips of her fingers over Draco's toned chest

'How lucky am I,' she thought to herself. 'To have such a wonderfully satisfying husband.' She ran her hand along the side of his left leg.

Draco pulled her closer.

"I wish you'd find more nourishing ways of waking me up," he told her silently.

"Really now?" She breathed in his scent slowly. "Be careful what you wish for."

He smiled into her hair. She slipped away from him slowly grabbing her robe to cover herself.

"Mione" He whined clutching the blankets more firmly around him.

"Stop whining," she scolded closing the bathroom door.

"I love you too," he yelled out after the door closed.

She smiled Flushing the toilet she stopped to wash her hands before opening the medicine cabinet.

"I need more of this stuff," she told herself.

She picked up the small flask of pale yellow liquid. Unclasping it she drank to mouth fills before putting it back.

"You know," she called out. "They should make contraceptive potions for men, at least then us women could get a break every once in a while."

"I'm pretty sure they have them, Love. "He yelled back. "I'll be sure to look it up. Better yet I'll ask Severus."

"I just love the things your willing to do for me to save me from such simple miseries."

"Well I enjoy our ruts just as much as you do." He told her. "I'll see what I can do."

She shed her robe and slipped back between the sheets. She slipped her head in the nook of his neck.

"I don't feel well," se mumbled. " I think I'm going to start my period soon."

"Looks like I'll be working over time," Draco chuckled.

"Are you saying you'd rather spend time with a dead person, or analyzing someone's DNA than spending time with me while I'm on my period."

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He Grinned. "Ouch Fuck."

"Watch your language!" she pinched him again just above the groin. "Anything else you want to add?"

"No love I'm good."

"I don't know about you being good." Hermione sucked on his neck softly.

"What time is it," me inquired.

Hermione looked toward the clock, and smiled genuinely.

"2:30" she rolled him over onto his back. Straddling his waist. She leaned in close. "Plenty of time for what I have in mind."

He put his hands underneath his head.

"I was actually thinking of just leaving you here like this." She touched his manhood subtly.

"That wouldn't be very nice at all. " he smiled. "But then again it would be just like you."

She frowned and gripped him harder.

"I'm going to sleep for that comment."

"You can go to sleep," Draco rolled her over quickly. "Later."

He kissed and massaged his way down her body.

He kissed the insides of her thighs and trailed over her hot center. "I hope you enjoy this as much as I do."

"Draco," she grasped, running her fingers through his hair.

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"Up," She told him. "You work."

Hermione laughed as she pulled Draco from the bed and into the already hot sprays of the shower with her.

" Gods, it's that time already." He smirked.

"No," she swatted his hands away. "I've been spoiling you."

Draco took the washcloth from the new stack of clean bath towels. He Wet it applying just enough body wash, and began washing Hermione's soft skin. He ran the washcloth over her chest in small circular motions slowly down her sides and onto her back, once again he worked his way down her body.

"This path is one I'll never forget," he mumbled slipping his hands between her legs over her thighs and down the rest of her body.

" I thought you were against servants," he grinned.

"You can bathe yourself then," Hermione told him stepping quickly out of the shower, and into her robe before he could catch her.

"Fine then," he closed the shower door loudly as he listened to her joyous laughter reseeding down the hall.

"I'm working overtime," he shouted at her.

"Great, I won't feel bad because you're alone tonight." He listened, as she laughed harder. "But I guess dead people can't be all that much fun."

"Women," He sighed exasperatedly.

"I heard that Draco Malfoy."

"Your ears are big enough,"

"Ferret!" She called him.

He shuddered he hated that name.

'There's no way I look like a ferret.' He thought offended.

He finished washing and stepped out of the shower.

"That was quick," she smiled as she pulled on her button down shirt.

"Didn't have to much encouragement to stay in very long," she watched him dry off.

"You asked for it." She turned serious. "Can I have a ham sandwich for lunch?"

"You can have anything you'd like, what time should I bring it?"

" About four 'o clock is fine."

He looked over at the clock.

"That's a bit late," he tucked his shirt in and buckled his belt. "Come on lets get you some breakfast."

She followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he fluently strolled through the kitchen and collected ingredients for her breakfast.

"Buttermilk?" he asked her absent-mindedly.

"Sounds great." She rolled open the newspaper as she sat at the bar in their kitchen.

Draco pulled a glass down from the cupboard. He filled in with orange juice and sat the glass down in from of Hermione, and continued making her pancakes.

"I think I'll be getting an unwarranted promotion." She said sullenly.

"Read away," He told her.

"Top Defense Attorney at her firm Hermione Granger, age 24 might just as well be the youngest Mistress of Magic we've had the pleasure of seeing. Her unique skills in people management dealing with school officials, youth, and elders and no nonsense attitude alike have made her top candidate from the job. This is the first time in over 70 years a women has been included this far into the politics within the ministry. "Not even 30 and already moving up in a big way." Former Minister of Magic, T.J McGraw of 68 told us. "Her muggle born parents should be proud of her, once they understand what an important position Mistress of Magic is."

Hermione fumed. "How sly of that egotistical bastard. Just slipping in the fact that I'm muggle born. I bet that will work to his benefit quiet well."

"Don't get all worked up 'Mione." He told her setting a plate with several pancakes in front of her. He walked around the corner of the bar with two fork, some napkins and syrup. "Its just politics. Very few people believe in those ideals any more. Besides they'll say anything to lower the odds against the enemy"

He ate a fork full of pancakes.

She smiled. "Your right" she told him eating her of fork full.

"Besides love," he took a sip of her orange juice. "Magnanimity takes time."

"I love you," She told him.

"I know," He told her. "And the best part is I love you too."