She was the Gryffindor warrior princess and nobody could deny that she was a hero for the magical world. She had fought along with Harry Potter and now, she was the minister of magic…which was pretty surprising, you had your galleons on potter being the minister of magic at some point.
Honestly, it did make more sense for Hermione to be the minister of magic, Harry was more of charge in first and deal with things as they came and Hermione…well Hermione was the opposite of that. Ron would have been an even worst choice than Harry, and you probably would have to plan an assassination for everyone’s well being.
You smile at the moving picture of Hermione as she’s giving a speech and after a few moments you fold your newspaper and place down as you take a flask out and take another sip. While Hermione would have your head for drinking so early in the morning, the warm sensation it gave you was worth the future nag.
A soft popping sound gets your attention and you turn around to see the new minister of magic…Hermione Granger.
“And here I thought you would be too busy to meet with me” striding over to her she rushes over and nearly tackles you down in a hug. You chuckle a bit and rub her arm gently as you kiss the top of her head.
“You know im never too busy to meet with you” she breaths as she looks up at you as you grin down at her.
Was Hermione Granger technically married to Ron Weasley?
Yes she was, but she would always be yours….
She couldn’t exactly openly marry the most wanted person in the country. Sure she could give you a pardon now, but that would only damage her image.
You loved her more than anything and she loved you, unfortunately your role in the war had been a little too big to be ignored. Sure you were the face of the dark and evil side for a long time because well…voldemort was not exactly photogenic.
He had lost his touch in pulling in people…he could no longer people to be his allies or friends….he only had servants.
You on the other hand, you were sociable and likeable, were you trying to kill mudbloods just because a crazy man bald man was obsessed with power? Or were you trying to make sure that muggles didn’t take away the magic of the magical children ….Why won’t anyone think of the children?
You might have sold your lie a little too well as you pulled in quite a handful of people to Voldemort’s side…unfortunately you couldn’t slack off on that department or he might have caught on to what you were really doing.
You had helped evacuate muggleborns and their families…blood traitors and anyone that wanted to leave in general…but of course you had to cover your tracks. Nothing could be traced back to you after all, if there was even a little piece of evidence that linked you helping anyone escape…you had destroyed it.
Sure you worked with a lot of people, but they never knew who you were…hell, half of them didn’t even know what they were doing.
Breathing out a bit, you lean down and place a kiss on her forehead.
“Honestly love, how dare you become the minister? I won’t be able to get myself to try and destroy the current government in order to become the new ruler of the country” she rolls her eyes at that and smiles.
“You had plenty of time to try it but you kept putting it off” she lays her head on your shoulder as you grab her hand and bring it up to your lips placing a few light kisses on her knuckles.
“May I remind you that whenever I came to the country with those kinds of plans someone wouldn’t let me leave the bedroom?” You grin as she turns a little red and hides her face on your shoulder.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about” her words come out a bit mumbled at that but you can feel her smile against you.
“Why would you? You weren’t there” you tease as she looks up at you and shoots you a glare as she slaps your arm taking a step back.
“Then please enlighten me as to who this person was” she and crosses her arms holding your gaze.
“Ginny ” you answer as she gives you another glare at that.
“What? You’re sleeping with Ronald it’s only fair I sleep with the closest equivalent”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, we have never even shared a bed!“ she huffs as you pull out the newspaper.
“That’s not what a certain buggy lady says” you say as you hand her the newspaper and she takes it before hitting your arm with it.
You laugh and get your arms around her as she knew you didn’t believe anything that woman said, but it was so much fun to get her to behave like her old self from before the war.
“Ginny would sleep with Malfoy before sleeping with you” Hermione grumbled as you laugh at that.
“Why are you hurting my ego love?”
“Because your ego is too big” she takes a breath and gets her arms around your neck.
“I mean, have you met me? I’m amazing”
She chuckles a bit and leans in kissing you for a few short seconds before she pulls back and gives you glare. You grin at her knowing exactly what she’s going to say.
“That better not be firewhiskey”
“It’s not, that’s peasant water, I only drink grape juice”
“Oh I’m well aware of the grape juice you drink! It’s 8 in the morning!” She opens her mouth to go off again but you silence her with a kiss.
She struggles for a few moments but after a bit she tangles her fingers in your hair and grips it as the kiss becomes a little more heated.
Yes she might a great wife and mother , the minister of magic, the war heroine, the most untouchable person in the country… if not the world….but she would always be your Hermione.