Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: It's The End Of The World, R.E.M
Lyric of choice: It's the end of the world as we know it. (Just keep repeating this lyric)

Charmed to You

Chapter 31
The Inter-what?

Draco looked up as his secretary rushed in looking flustered. "Mr. Malfoy, sir, there is an urgent owl from the Ministry. The Minister wants you there immediately. He didn't say why-"

Draco stood up so fast his chair tipped over and rushed over to the fireplace tossing green powder in and yelling. "Ministry of Magic"

In a whirl of green flames, he was gone, and it wasn't until he had rushed up out of the atrium that he realized Hermione had to be fine. Niffy was watching her after all; his ring hadn't burned, and if something dire had happened the magic of the blood bond would have taken him to her side. He slowed down and gave his heart time to calm, Merlin, that had been terrifying.

When he made it to the Ministers office he found that there was an inner office note waiting for him informing him to head to one of the larger conference rooms two floors up.

Draco felt his ring burn with Hermiones' anxiety, although it didn't feel like it was personal anxiety, more work related.

He was getting good at differentiating between her personal feelings and overall feelings about things around her. Still, though, he picked up some herbal tea before he went to the conference. She shouldn't be agitated in her state.

When he walked in he was shocked to see that the room was full. At least four department heads and their under secretaries and various other peons were either seated at the long table or standing ready to take notes. He saw that Potter was there with the Weasel sitting next to him.

The minister looked up as he walked in and nodded at him. Draco moved to sit down in the only free seat, which he was happy to see was next to his wife, he handed her the tea and looked her over as he sat. She gave him a grateful smile and immediately sipped her tea. He rubbed her knee as Kingsley cleared his throat.

"Right, I am sorry to call everyone away on such short notice," he paused as the door opened and a witch Draco had never seen before rushed in apologetically.

"So sorry minister," The unknown witch said in a rush closing the door.

Kingsley nodded and looked around. "Is everyone here then?"

Draco saw people look around as if taking a count. Then he saw the Muggle Relations head say slowly. "That seems to be all, Minister."

Kingsley nodded. "Good, good. Now, about an hour ago we were contacted by the American Ministry of Magic about a serious break in the International Secrecy Statute."

Gasps went around the table and Draco sat up. What on earth was he doing here for something like this?

The minister was frowning and holding a parchment. "Apparently a Muggle has posted a video onto a site called a-" he paused studying the sheet in his hand and then he looked at Draco. "Well, I don't understand any of this, to be honest. Can you please take a look at this, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco took the parchment and read it over frowning. "It's been posted to a chat room that is hosted on what they are calling a paranormal website."

He looked up and sighed seeing the minister was still frowning. "Muggles have used computers and the internet to set up host sites. Basically, it's like a book but it's kept on the web."

A wizard cleared his throat. "A web? Like a spider web?"

Draco frowned feeling a headache start in his right temple. "No, it's all digital. It's bloody difficult to explain, but they have figured out how to store information outside of their heads, and the internet transports it, through cables, special cables into boxes they call computers. It allows them to visit these sites, web sites, and join up with other Muggles, millions at a time, without ever leaving their house. And once something is put out on this web of thought, it can't really be erased."

Everyone was looking at him in horror. "That sounds like magic," said on older wizard Draco had known since childhood.

"Actually sir, it's even more complicated if you ask me. I've been studying this for years now and it's ever changing."

Draco looked at the Minister and handed him back the paper. "Their only hope is to discredit this, I doubt they can remove it and erase the memories of everyone who has already seen it. It says that there have been over two hundred thousand hits to the site since the video went up."

Someone cleared their throat. "Two hundred thousand what?"

Draco shrugged. "It's been viewed two hundred thousand times."

Harry was frowning. "But that doesn't mean that's how many people who have seen it, right? They could be looking at it in groups or viewing it multiple times?"

Draco nodded impressed; clearly, Potter was at least a little aware of what they were talking about. "Yes, exactly."

Everyone started talking at once.

"No way-"

"Simply couldn't get to that many people-"

"What if that were to happen here?"

"I thought magic couldn't be recorded."

Kingsley held up his hand. "Silence, one at a time please."

He turned to the last witch who had spoken. "Usually, magic cannot be recorded. However, the Muggles are using technology that has not been mitigated yet."

Another wizard cleared his throat. "How is that possible?"

Draco sighed and looked to the Minister who nodded his head so Draco turned to look at the table his tone frustrated. "New technology is developing at such a rate no ministry has really been able to keep up."

Kingsley sighed and then nodded. "Yes, we do the best we can, but it's becoming a real problem. Complicating matters is how fast muggles are able to now share information. Draco, I will need you to bring everyone in this room up to speed on what you sent me in the memo last week."

Draco considered the Minister for a moment and then said. "Are you hiring WizTech to take point on this?"

Kingsley rubbed his forehead nodding. "Yes, yes, as will every other ministry from what I understand. But I expect you to deal with our own first. Triple the bid we originally spoke of."

Draco smirked but shook his head. "No, just add thirty percent for the over time this will cause us."

Kingsley nodded looking relieved. "Good," and then he sat down giving Draco the floor.

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For the next hour, Draco gave everyone a rudimentary education on Muggle technology and the dangers it could pose to the wizarding world and their secrecy laws. The next hour after that was answering questions.

Finally, most of the wizards left the room looking rather overwhelmed by all the information he had just shared with them. The remaining people left were the heads of department and their leadership teams, two or three wizards from Muggle technology and Potter and Weasley, who seemed to be representing the Aurors.

Kingsley sighed looking around the room. "Right, immediately here we will be working directly with our Muggle counterparts, they have people who deal with this internet business on their end that we will be using," he turned to Hermione. "Can you head over and get Prime Minster Doyle for me, Hermione? I told him to expect you; I will need you to escort him here by floo. No one should know who he is anyways so it shouldn't raise any alarms."

Hermione stood up and then removed her robes quickly, folding them into her purse which had been by her chair. Everyone was silent realizing the gravity of this situation if Kingsley was requesting the Muggle Prime Minister be escorted to their world. It had probably never happened before.

Draco, however, was simply amused because he had been predicting this blow up for over a year and now got to say 'I told you so' to Kingsley, so he sat back and observed his wife, and sucked in a breath as he took in her dark green muggle dress. It was form fitting and had adorable gold buttons down the front bodice with a tight skirt that had a slit in the back. It went down to just above her knees and her cleavage, which he had to say was lovely on a normal day, looked positively lush now. She was glowing and he loved it. She caught him staring at her and flushed a bit so he smirked.

But he lost his good humor when he looked across the table and realized that Ron Weasley was staring at her like a lovesick puppy. Hell, even Potter looked a bit befuddled.

Hermione leaned down and whispered softly. "Please behave."

She must have seen him glaring at the weasel king. He turned his mouth into her neck and pulled her down slightly so he could whisper in her ear. "Make me."

She gave a soft laugh of shock at his gall and then he pulled her mouth to his for a brief kiss. She pulled up looking flushed and then shook her head at him before nodding at a grinning Kingsley and rushing out.

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When Draco turned back around it was to find Ron glaring daggers at him and Potter carefully studying his fingernails. The rest of the heads were absorbed in their notes or whispering amongst each other.

Kingsley cleared his throat. "I think we can break until Hermione gets back," he said to the others in the room.

Draco didn't move but sat back continuing his stare off with Weasley, he saw that Potter stayed put as well.

Kingsley, however, gained his attention when he said. "Mr. Malfoy, I am going to be putting your wife in charge of this situation-"

Draco cut him off. "I can't let you do that, Minister."

Weasley snorted. "What? Afraid to work with her? Worried she will show you up?"

Draco sat back folding his arms and raised an eyebrow at the prat. "No," he said simply. "It's not at all a question of her ability or intelligence."

Kingsley nodded but frowned. "Then why-"

Draco sighed and waved his wand shutting the door and silencing it, smirking at the two idiots across from him as they dropped their mouths open from his wandless magic. "She already has two full time jobs right now, Kingsley. I can't have her over taxed with a project this large. Furthermore, she will be having to take leave, possibly before this is resolved, in about six months if not sooner."

Kingsley frowned at him for a moment before his eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, I see," he said slowly.

Weasley, however, did not. Even wonder boy Potter looked confused. "Two full time jobs? Is being married to a git like you a full time job, Malfoy?" Weasley demanded.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, I'd call that part time. So make that two full time jobs and one part time one."

Weasley snorted looking over at Potter who was tilting his head looking at Draco. Suddenly he went pale. "Is she?"

Draco nodded unable to help the satisfied smile on his face. "Yes, Potter. She is."

Harry went a bit pink and then let out a loud breath. "But she hasn't told us!"

Draco was unable to hold in his snort. "We just found out recently, we had planned to announce it at the weekend. I believe she asked for you to join her at the burrow?"

Harry nodded. "I never thought it was for something like this though."

Draco shrugged; well that wasn't his problem really.

Weasley however was now looking incensed. "What the hell are you two talking about? I wasn't told to meet at the burrow."

Harry sighed. "Actually, you prat, you were; you just ripped up Ginny's letter without reading it."

Draco's eyes snapped to Weasley who was looking annoyed and he glared. "One of these days, Weasel, I am going to have to teach you some manners," Draco said very slowly.

Weasley glared at him defiantly. "Well, let me count how many ways I don't give a –"

Harry was now glaring at his friend. "Shut up Ron, Hermione is pregnant. Are you going to keep upsetting her? Because if you are I will beat you before he does!"

Weasley went white with shock and then starting turning a fine shade of maroon before he exploded spluttering. "Pregnant! She's bloody pregnant!"

Harry nodded. "Yes, which would explain perfectly why she missed a day of work due to exhaustion, and why she burst into tears yesterday when you snubbed her at lunch."

Draco stood up furious. "That was why she was upset at lunch?"

Harry nodded at him. "Don't worry though, I hexed him for that."

Draco let out a long breath but continued to glare at Weasley. "You are really a complete wanker, do you know that?"

The other man had the decency to look guilty as he spluttered. "I didn't realize she was-" He shook his head looking dazed. "I mean I wouldn't-" then he sat back going puce his eyes wide. "Well- bloody hell."

Kingsley cleared his throat and then laughed. "Well said," he directed that at Draco before he turned to the redhead and said in a deadly calm voice. "Ronald, I am not willing to allow you to continue to upset my undersecretary with your prejudice. If you can't figure out how to at least be respectful to your oldest friend, I am going to have to transfer you out of the Ministry."

Draco sat back surprised and delighted. "I think that's an excellent plan, Minister. Might I suggest Albania?"

Harry snorted but covered it with a cough as Kingsley's lips twitched in a smile.

Weasley looked deeply embarrassed and muttered. "Right, well, I will, talk to her."

Kingsley nodded. "See that you do, and might I suggest groveling and making sure she is well fed and not already angry before you approach her."

Draco snorted a laugh and then nodded. "Fair point on the well fed bit, she is bloody atrocious when she is hungry."

Harry nodded and then cleared his throat. "So who will we have replacing her, because Draco is right, Hermione wouldn't be a good choice. This is going to be a hellish project to undertake. It's not just about educating everyone, Minister. We have to train them, fight prejudices, work with the Muggles, work with other Ministries."

Kingsley held up a hand his face showing his annoyance. "I know, and Hermione would have been ideal."

They all sat quietly until finally, Draco cleared his throat. "Might I make a suggestion sir?" Kingsley tilted his head giving the go ahead, so Draco waved his hand and said simply, "Give Potter his own department and put it on point. That way he can spread out those responsibilities as he sees fit and we have someone to head it that the wizarding world adores."

Potter flinched and rubbed his temples looking a bit disgusted. "I hate the idea, but it's brilliant," he said in a resigned tone.

Kingsley was nodding. "Hermione can work with you in regards to the Muggle Ministries. She already has contacts."

Potter nodded and then sighed. "I want Ron's dad on my team, Arthur Weasley has a love of Muggle interments, and he is also great at explaining them once he figures them out."

Ron snorted and said sheepishly. "And charming them to do what he wants."

Draco grinned remembering the flying car incident when they were in school.

Kingsley chuckled. "I am sure he will be delighted by this project."

Potter chuckled too and then sighed turning to Ron. "What do you say?"

Ron shrugged. "I can help."

Draco glared at him. "If you are going to upset my wife-"

Weasley held up his hand his tone angry. "I said I was wrong okay? I won't upset 'Mione anymore."

Draco stared him down and then turned to Potter who nodded. "He will be fine, and we work well together, Malfoy. I know I can trust them and we all kind of are able to keep each other sharp."

Kingsley cleared his throat. "Pick six more people whose skills you think you can utilize, and set up weekly report meetings with my secretary so I can stay abreast of this situation, daily memo reports as well if you please."

Potter nodded and said. "We will need a few secretaries as well."

Kingsley nodded. "Yes, yes of course. Whatever you need, just get me a report, and we will have you set up in offices and ready to go within the week."

Potter looked over at Draco. "So, can I get someone from your company in there with us?"

Draco shrugged. "Dean will need to do it, he really is more up to date on this stuff than I am, and we have a squib who is a Muggle Professor, I would suggest you hire him into the ministry at once. He teaches at Oxford and would be excellent. I know Hogwarts was thinking about recruiting him for teaching the new Muggle Technology course there."

Potter's eyes widened and he looked at Kingsley who nodded thoughtfully. "Draco, if you could get a hold of him at once?"

Draco snorted pulling out his mobile phone and dialing a number and walking away to speak to someone quietly. A few minutes later he hung up and came back to sit down. "Niffy!" He said loudly, "leave Hermione if she is safe and come to me please."

The elf appeared instantly and Draco ignored the snort of disbelief from Potter and Ron who obviously were not amused that Draco had just called for a house elf. Or maybe they were glaring at him because the house elf had been following Hermione.

"Yes young master?"

Draco nodded. "She is okay for a short time?"

Niffy nodded. "Oh yes. My mistress is eating while she waits for the muggle to finish a phone call. My mistress is sitting with his secretary having a nice cup of tea. They will floo from his office and walk straight here. Wispy is with her while I came here, sir."

Draco grinned. "Good, thank you. Could you please go to Professor Taft's home, it's in Oxford. He is the squib whom I visit regularly."

Niffy nodded. "Yes, young master, am I to give him a message?"

Draco shook his head. "No, please bring him here at once. It's most urgent and don't frighten him, knock on his door and announce yourself."

Niffy grinned. "Yes young master."

Draco sat back shaking his head looking up at the curious Minister. "He was tracking down floo powder, but he wasn't even sure his fireplace would work, so it's probably better to have Niffy get him, he's met her before."

Kingsley nodded but said slowly. "Is that elf following your wife without her knowledge?"

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes and I didn't set that up. Niffy won't listen to me. Hermione's health and well being trump anything I tell her now." But then Draco smirked, "and since I happen to agree with the elf, I didn't work too hard to discourage her."

The minister paused for a moment and then snorted out a laugh.

Ron grinned. "Sounds like Dobby's obsession with you Harry."

Draco sat up. "Well, as she was Dobby's mother, that makes sense."

Harry stared at him in horror. "That's his mother! And you keep her like a slave?"

Draco gave him a long look. "Do you forget WHOM I am married to, Potter," he spat viciously. Potter flushed as Draco continued, "Hermione tries to free her once a day at least. It's a wonderful game they play. Niffy isn't even insulted anymore by it. Hermione has snuck her clothes no less than five times that I know of, Niffy just ignores them."

Weasley made a sound and then burst into laughter while Kingsley was sitting back shaking his head and the amazing Harry Potter looked sheepish. "Right, sorry, Malfoy."

Draco snorted and shook his head. "And don't mention Dobby, Niffy breaks down into hysterics. Hermione is the only one she will talk to about her son."

Harry nodded his face still flushed and said quietly. "Course, right."

Kingsley laughed. "Draco, between the protections you had placed on her jewelry, the oath, and the elf. Your wife is probably the safest witch in the world."

Draco nodded and leaned back looking smug. "Good," he said firmly.

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There was a knock on the door and Kingsley waved his wand opening it. Everyone filed back in just as Niffy apparated Professor Taft into the room. Who was smiling broadly.

"Forgot how much fun that was," the man said with a laugh.

Kingsley welcomed the man and showed him to a seat and a few minutes later Hermione rushed in with the Muggle Prime Minister, who was looking a bit ill at ease.

"Ah, Minister Doyle, welcome and thank you for coming."

The man looked around until his eyes fell on Draco. "My word. Aren't you the Duke of Wrightwood?"

Draco nodded imperiously. "When it suites me to be, yes."

The Prime Minister sat down muttering. "My word-" a few more times while Hermione gave Draco a wide eyed stare.

He shrugged. "We have three other muggle titles as well," he said unconcerned.

Hermione sat down and took his hand. "Honesty, HUSBAND, you really need to learn to communicate."

Draco smirked and then winked at her squeezing her hand. "Well, WIFE, they are not really that important you know."

She shook her head and muttered. "Only a Malfoy would say something like that!"

Draco chuckled and then looked over at the Prime Mister. "Sorry you missed my wedding, old chap, but I would like to introduce you to the new Duchess of Wrightwood."

The muggle Prime Mister almost fell out of his chair. "Hermione?" He said stunned.

She gave him a wan grin. "If you remember, I mentioned I had married recently."

The man nodded. "Yes, but you never mentioned-"

Draco gave him a bland smile. "Yes, well, you will find that most wizarding families hold quite a few titles, sir. But as we don't exactly use them, it would be rather silly to spread them around."

The Prime Minister looked a bit taken a back but then nodded. "Well, yes, I suppose so."

Hermione sighed and pinched her husband's hand. "He means no disrespect Minister Doyle."

The man cleared his throat. "Oh no, of course not." Then he turned to speak with Kingsley and Hermione hissed at her husband.

"How did he KNOW who you were?"

Draco sighed and leaned into her nibbling her ear softly before her whispered. "I UN retired my family's muggle titles when I started my company. Technically father is the Duke but as he would never claim it, I did."

Hermione turned to look at him and then grinned. "That is something I find rather amusing. Can we meet the Queen?"

She was teasing him, and Draco had never found her more adorable then he did right now with her laughing eyes and blushing cheeks as she nibbled her lower lip, clearly not expecting him to say yes. Draco decided to surprise her. "If you wish."

Hermione held still. "Wait? Really?"

Draco shrugged. "I am her cousin after all."

"What? Are you telling me the Queen knows about wizards?"

Draco nodded lazily. "Of course she does. It's her bloody country. She makes sure we can use our titles when we wish to and are left alone with our lands and obligatory dukedoms the rest of the time. Purebloods were allowed to marry royalty you know. It just hasn't happened in awhile, and when it did it was kept quiet, and usually involved large dowries of land."

Hermione sat back stunned. "Well, um, well!"

Draco chuckled and brought her hand up to his lips. "Be very nice to me and we can have a sleep over at Buckingham Palace."

Hermione shook her head. "I think you are having a laugh at me."

Draco laughed and then said. "Doyle, I was thinking of taking my wife to meet the Queen soon. Would you be so kind as to drop her a note for me when you see her this week? Strictest confidence, of course, I'd let her know the old fashioned way but she's getting on in years and I don't wish to startle her by having one of her paintings of an old relative long dead strike up a conversation with her. When he started speaking with her a few years ago he informed me her majesty had a fit of the vapors."

Doyle nodded swallowing looking like he sympathized with the Queen about having paintings come to life all of the sudden. "You're her cousin are you not?"

Draco inclined his head. "Yes."

Potter let out a low whistle. "Wow Granger, look at you."

Draco glared at him. "It's Malfoy, Potter."

Hermione gasped as the Prime Mister said. "Love to have you round number ten as well, Wrightwood."

Draco nodded his tone as pompous as it had ever been. "Sounds lovely."

Hermione just sat there looking stunned and then she said softly. "My word." at rendering his verbose wife to only two words, Draco laughed as Kingsley brought them all to order.

Author Notes:
No idea why my muse decided on Wrightwood, I didn't even google it, to be honest, to see if there really WAS that Dukedom. I really hope you like this chapter. I have to be honest it is my FAVORITE because this question has always haunted me. What did the wizarding world do about the Internet?

To be clear, Niffy is being a watchdog on her own, Draco really didn't order that.

Cjean