Chapter XI- This Will Be Your Legacy:

"Afternoon Madam Minister," "Afternoon Madam Minister!" A cacophony of voices greeted her as she strolled down the corridor, nodding benevolently from side to side to her electorate.

"M-m-Madam Minister-"

"How many times do I have to tell you," She glared at her Junior Assistant, the Gryffindor who'd been the first to join them all those years ago, before it slowly morphed into a smile. "It's Hermione."

The younger girl blushed and hid behind her hair a little, but giggled briefly. "The Muggle prime minister has sent those documents you requested." She bustled over to her desk and picked up a pile of papers about a mile high, depositing them into Hermione's arms.

"Oof!" She cried out, almost tripping from the sight of them. "What type of paper are these made of?"

"The secrets probably weigh them down," her assistant said seriously, then they both burst out laughing and with a quick thank you Hermione continued on to her office.

When she opened the door she was greeted by the sight of someone in the chair behind her desk. Throwing the papers down on a side table, she put her hands on her hips in an intimidating stance. "Afternoon Madam Minister," greeted the intruder.

She took a step forwards, kicking the door shut with her foot. "And what are you doing here?"

"I'm on my lunch break," he said, his voice dripping with innocent outrage at the accusation that he might be skipping work.

With a long sigh, she conceded. "Works for me..."

Even after all these years it was still exciting to yank off his tie as he loosened her tight bun and let her bushy hair bounce down around her face. It was still as exhilarating as that first time as her clothes pooled at her feet and he swept the work off her desk, laying her out on it. It was still intoxicating as their tongues mingled and she still made the same little gasp that he loved as he thrust into her. It was still perfect as he whispered how much he loved her, how much he always had and always would, and she reciprocated the sentiments.

"Mada- Hermione!" A knock on the door jolted them both out of paradise where only the other existed. "There's someone here to see you!"

"I don't remember making any appointments until two so tell them they'll have to wait, please," she called, making a face at Draco as he slid a hand up her body purposefully before slapping it away with only the smallest of smiles on her face.

"Um, he doesn't want to wait-" she'd barely finished her sentence before the door burst open and Hermione let out a startled squeal, yanking Draco down under the table with her as she cried out in mortification. "FATHER!"

The Dark Lord simply rolled his eyes. "I'm glad to see you've been using your time well in my absence."

Her clothes back on again with a little scrambling and a little magic, she popped up from beneath the table with a scowl and threw the papers at her father with an angry flick of her wand. "I'll have you know I've been working just as hard as always!"

Voldemort raised his hands in surrender, leaning away from her rage before reaching down to get the papers that had ricocheted off him and landed on the floor. "I was just teasing sweetheart!"

"I often make the same mistake," Draco chuckled and received a slap on the arm in response. "How was Switzerland though?" He asked. Her father had taken the children with him on his trip to meet the other wizarding world leaders to give them some experience. Twelve year old Sofia had been incredibly into Wizarding politics practically since she'd discovered the word, but they had hoped the trip would give her older brother Scorpius some sense of direction. He had no clue what he wanted to do with his life after Hogwarts and he wasn't comfortable there either. It upset her that her son felt so adrift, and what was worse, that nothing she'd tried seemed to help him. She'd thought that maybe it was a phase but he was coming into his O.W.L year and he really needed to get good results to have any future at all.

Seeing right through Draco's question, her father assured him, "They're both safe visiting Grandma and Grandad at the Manor, and they had a great time. Sofia kept a whole little diary of all her tips and plans," he chuckled. "She's going to dominate the world that one."

Hermione smiled. That sounded like Sofia alright. "And how did Scorpius find it?"

Her father sighed. "I don't think politics is for Scorpius."

"Well that's fine!" She shrugged. "But did it at least give him some aspiration or snap him out of this monotonous funk he's fallen into?"

"I'm afraid not," she looked at Draco and he nodded, reading what she wanted to do in her eyes.

"Father, I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you here to finalise the plans."

He nodded in understanding. "Is there any day you'd prefer darling?"

"Thursday looks like it'll be nice and warm," input Draco and she nodded her consent to that.

Her father grinned, thinking of the unrepentant 'heroes' who'd hurt them. "Indeed. Highs of thirty degrees, I saw. Perfect day for an execution."

After Sofia had given her a rundown of all the highlights of the trip in her very detailed bullet journal, Hermione left her husband with her and went to go find their son. She went straight up to his room, as that and the dining room seemed to be the only places he frequented these days, and knocked. No answer. "I'm coming in," she announced, and slowly entered the room. It was dark in there and at first she thought he might be sleeping but then his eyes snapped open and she recognised the piercing grey he shared with Draco. Turning on the lamp by his bed, she pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards. He rolled over onto his side to face her. "Hey honey, how was the trip?" He made a sort of shrugging motion, his face blank. With a long sigh, she gripped his hand. "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong? I hate seeing you like this, I just want you be happy and fulfilled."

"I-" Scorpius fidgeted, eventually getting up into a sitting position but avoiding eye contact with her. "I'm um, in love with a Gryffindor," he whispered, so low she could barely hear him. Her heart broke to realise he'd thought they would turn against him for so small a matter. "Who's a boy." He said even quieter, tears dripping down his face.

"Scorpius!" She pulled him up to look at her properly. "That doesn't matter to me-"

"I know that!" His voice suddenly cracked in a shout, jolting her. "But what about Dad? What about Grandma and Grandad? What about Grandpa Tom?"

"I'm disappointed in you Scorpius," a deep voice said from the door. They both turned to see Draco scowling and she stood up, horrified. "I want you to be happy just as much as your mother does. We all do!" Tears blinded her own eyes as she watched her husband embrace their son in their first hug for years. This was what happiness felt like. She was so glad they had all found it.

Et fini! I might do some one-shots of the children but that's it for this story. Thank you so much for all the incredible support!