A/N: STOP! Have you read chapter 38 yet? I uploaded two chapters tonight. If not, go back and read that one first!

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Draco smiled as he watched the Minister for Magic sign the piece of parchment. It was the law that he and Hermione had been working on for the last fifteen years. Hermione had probably conceived of some version of the law way back in Hogwarts, he was sure. It didn't start becoming a reality until after the war was over. He smirked down at Hermione and wrapped his arm around her waist. He was glad the law was being passed now, rather than later. In a few short weeks, he'd be ascending to the Minister's seat and it would look terribly biased if he passed it while he was Minister.

They were standing on a dais in the middle of the Ministry of Magic's atrium. Hundreds of witches and wizards were witnessing the law being signed. Hermione and Draco's pack and every other pack in the British Isles were also in attendance. Draco couldn't be more proud of his wife for catalyzing the law, advocating for its principles, and ultimately helping to see it to fruition. It might never have happened without her hard work and perseverance.

"Chief Alpha Malfoy?" the Minister asked. Hermione smiled up at Draco and stepped forward.

"Minister Fawley." They shook hands.

"Congratulations Chief Alpha. Werewolves are officially recognized as Beings by the British Ministry of Magic. Signed into law on this day, August 15, 2018, by Minister Fawley. We couldn't have done this without the help and support of the Chief Alpha Malfoy," the Minister stated grandly. The wizards gathered all applauded politely. The werewolves in attendance were much more raucous, clapping and cheering.

"All werewolves wishing to receive wolfsbane on a monthly basis will need to visit the newly created Werewolf Liaison office out of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on Level 4 for a one-time setup. Werewolves who need a place to turn safely each month, please see the same office for directions and guidance to sanctuaries throughout the country." Minister Fawley grinned widely as he shook Hermione's hand once more. Flashbulbs popped as the various publications took pictures.

Britain would be the first country to offer free wolfsbane for any werewolf who wanted it. No questions asked, no registry taken, nothing needed more than an owl or Floo address. The addition of moonlight sanctuaries and community wilderness areas for running freely with other werewolves was innovative and unheard of. Draco felt his chest swell as he remembered that Hermione had been the one to insist on the sanctuaries. She argued that Wolfsbane was fine and all, but it suppressed too much of the wolf. It was healthier for werewolves to live without wolfsbane if at all possible.

Hermione beamed at the assembled, reserving her special smile just for Draco and their children. It felt good to be recognized as a Being. Other Beings included wizards, of course, goblins, centaurs, house-elves, Hermione had pushed that one through a few years ago, and now werewolves.

"You are all invited back to Malfoy Manor for a celebration. The Floo is open," Hermione told everyone as the ceremony ended.

"I can't believe I'm finally a Being!" Felan shouted to Accalia. Draco reigned Accalia in before she could get lost in the crowd. Accalia was their youngest at four and tended to get lost easily. She was as headstrong as her mother. Felan was six and as easily pretentious as Draco had ever been at that age.

"I'm pleased as well," Draco told Felan with a wink to Bardou. Bardou was their oldest at twelve. He reminded Draco of himself at that age. Trying so hard to be grown up.

Bardou sniffed at his younger brother, "Stop it. Father hasn't been a Being since he was sixteen. And now he's old. He's been waiting much longer than you."

"Thanks, Bardou," Draco smiled sardonically and greeted Hermione with a kiss.

"Where's Ulric and Larentia?" Hermione asked, they were the twins and ten. If Accalia had a habit of getting lost, the twins were positive homebodies. They stuck close to Draco or Hermione whenever they were out.

"Right here, mum!" Ulric said, and Draco turned around to see that Harry and Ginny Potter were right behind the twins.

"Can we go home now?" Liekos asked. "I'm hungry."

"Yep, we're all here, let's go," Draco said and began leading his family to the Floor. Liekos was eight and always hungry. Draco and Hermione had a bet whether he'd be Alpha material one day because he towered over the twins and was almost as tall as Bardou. Hermione thought that Liekos was very like his father and would make an excellent Beta, while Draco contended it he was much more likely to become an Alpha.

Draco smirked. It was still an inexplicable twist of fate that Hermione had become Alpha instead of Draco. Not that she didn't deserve it. If Draco was completely honest with himself, and he always endeavored to be so, being Alpha was a lot of work. Their pack had quickly become the largest and most influential pack in the British Isles, and now that she was Chief Alpha over all the packs in Europe, it was even more work.

Not that Draco was opposed to hard work. Becoming Minister wasn't going to be easy, but Draco knew that he was going to be able to do so much good for their world. They had loads of plans for after he took office. Hermione and he both agreed that Hogwarts needed a curriculum overhaul to make it more inclusive to Muggleborns and Beings alike.

The atrium was still packed, but most people made room for his family to easily reach the fireplaces in order to Floo to the Manor. They'd had to set up additional Floo-networked fireplaces at the Manor once the pack moved in full-time. That was another thing Hermione had insisted on. Their previous wizarding tents surrounding the dueling court had been serviceable, but she wanted to treat the pack like the family they were. They would join the household, no excuses or exceptions. And truly, she was right. The Manor still had six guest bedrooms, and each pack member had their own suite. The family wing was still reserved for the Malfoy family, but Draco had changed the wards as soon as they were able to after the war.

As he reached the fireplace, he glanced over his shoulder and did a quick count to make sure all of the children were between him and Hermione. He nodded to her and turned back to the fireplace. He held Accalia tightly as he stepped into the Floo and shouted their destination. With a swirl of green flames, Draco and Accalia arrived in the foyer of Malfoy Manor.

"Grandmama!" Accalia shouted and wiggled down from Draco's grasp, running full tilt for Draco's mother, Narcissa.

"Grandpapa!" Felan shouted coming through the Floo and heading straight for Severus. Severus and Narcissa had never married, but Severus had moved into the Dowager house with Narcissa almost directly after the war.

At the time, Draco had been upset and offended. He'd called Severus out and asked his intentions. Narcissa put a stop to that quickly, scolding Draco for interfering in her life in ways she'd never interfered in his. Draco had to admit she was right and he never said a word about their relationship again. They were still living happily together and Draco's children called Severus Grandpapa. The name made Hermione giggle and bite her almost lip every time.

He smiled as Ulric and Larentia came through the fireplace and immediately changed into their wolf forms. This was one thing that made Draco's family incredibly unique, and it was something that wouldn't have happened if Hermione hadn't become Alpha. His children were all werewolves, but they weren't cursed like he and the rest of the pack were. All other werewolves could only become wolves by the light of the full moon or if they were talented enough to become an Animagus. Draco had achieved it, but Seff, unexpectedly, was the only other member of the pack who had been able to do it. It did take quite a bit of innate magical ability and concentration.

Hermione had practiced with Draco, determined to learn her Animagus form so she could run with the pack during full moons. She was unsurprisingly a wolf. She was a small, sleek wolf with wiry-brown hair and intelligent gold eyes. Draco's wolf form was as enamored with her as his human side was.

"Don't stay like that for too long!" Hermione shouted after the twins. The rest of their children dispersed and Draco took Hermione into his arms.

"Any chance we'll be able to duck out of this party for a few minutes," Draco asked and kissed her neck.

"Not likely, Minister-elect," Hermione grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Although, if you're good this afternoon, I'll give you a treat tonight," she whispered into his ear.

Draco shivered and pulled back far enough to plant a kiss on her lips. He would be good, no doubt about that. Hermione's treats were always worth it.