Call Me Sir, Minister

Chapter 7

The following morning, Hermione woke up, wrapped in Draco's arms. She smiled and snuggled closer to his chest only to hear him chuckle. She blushed and looked up at him. "Good morning, Princess."

"Good morning." She smiled shyly.

"Oh I know you aren't getting shy on me now."

"I can't help it." She moved to get out of bed and groaned as she felt the discomfort in her butt and her between her legs.

"You okay, baby?"

She huffed. "Yes. Just sore. I didn't think I would be this sore since we didn't have sex."

"We may not have had sex, but you had a lot of orgasms and since you said you haven't had any before the first night we were together, it was likely a lot for your body to handle." He kissed her head. "Hold on and I'll help you." She nodded, but remained quiet. As he came around the bed and took her hands, he pulled her up gently. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face into his chest.

"What's wrong?" He frowned. He knew it was more than being shy and he wondered if he'd done something.

"Nothing. My legs just don't want to hold me. I was wondering though..." She looked up at him. "Why do you call me angel and babydoll?"

He chuckled. "Oh that's easy. You always have been my angel. Whenever I didn't know what to do, I just thought about what you'd do and then did the opposite to keep my father off my back. And now I do whatever I think you'd do. I call you babydoll, because I thought you looked like a doll during the Yule Ball in fourth year and I've always imagined taking care of you like you do with a doll." He shrugged. It might not make sense to most people but it did to him. He truly believed after everything she'd been through that she deserved to be taken care of.

Hermione knew it might be cause for concern for other people, but she knew she needed him to take care of her. She was happy he was so willing. She also liked that he thought she was someone worthy of imitating. "Mm, do I have to go to work? I'd much rather stay here with you all day."

He chuckled. "You know I'd love nothing more, but I have a new potion to work on and you have to kick your department heads into gear on your new legislation." When she groaned, he chuckled and kissed her head. "But, I'll make you a deal. You go to work and finish what needs your attention and tonight, we'll go out to dinner and then to the theater. How does that sound?"

She gasped. "That sounds like a lot of fun. But are we going to dinner in muggle London again or wizarding London?"

"Wherever you want and are most comfortable. I'll take you to Paris if you'd rather."

She gasped at him. "No no. Let's save Paris for a long weekend. I just wasn't sure if you wanted people to see us together in the wizarding world yet."

"I want nothing more than to show the whole world that I am lucky enough to have you on my arm. I wasn't sure if you'd want to be seen with me though. There are still people who think I'm an evil Death Eater."

"Then those people don't know you and can keep their unsolicited opinions to themselves. I know what kind of man you are, Draco Malfoy and that's all that matters. Furthermore, I will one day proudly wear the title of Mrs. Malfoy. Anyone who has a problem with it can talk to my wand."

Draco's face turned pensive. "Hm, nope. You can't be Mrs. Malfoy. That's mum. I'm thinking I like Lady Malfoy better."

She hit his arm playfully and grinned. "Don't scare me like that. But I don't care what you call me as long as I get to be your wife." She raised onto her toes and pecked his lips.