"This session of the Wizengamot is called to order," the Minister for Magic's voice boomed out over the packed chamber as he banged his gavel. Lucius sat in his seat, as he waited for the announcement. Voting for the Minister for Magic had concluded a few days ago and today they would be announcing the winner. He and Hermione had worked hard on Shacklebolt's campaign, and Lucius fully expected that Shacklebolt would be announced the winner.

"The results of the voting are in. The thirty-fifth Minister for Magic of wizarding Britain, as voted by this body, is Mr Kingsley Shacklebolt. His term will begin in three weeks time." The gavel banged again, and a dull roar of murmuring voices rose from the chamber. Lucius smirked. It felt good to be backing the winning horse. His colleagues congratulated him, as he made his way over to Shacklebolt.

"Congratulations, Minister-elect," Lucius said, as he shook Shacklebolt's hand.

"Thank you, Mr Malfoy," Shacklebolt said, his voice deep and grave.

"I trust you'll get to work on our agenda first thing?" Lucius asked, still not having released Shacklebolt's hand.

"Of course, sir. The amendment to the Marriage Law serves no true purpose."

"Good," Lucius smiled then and strode away. In a few, short weeks, he would be getting Shacklebolt out of his bedroom entirely. He couldn't wait.

As much as he enjoyed watching Hermione enjoy herself with their new Minister, Lucius was a jealous man, and he did not like to share the things that belonged to him. His newly pregnant wife certainly belonged to him. Even more so, now that she carried the Malfoy heir.

Lucius had been very accommodating. He hadn't allowed Narcissa to work when she was pregnant with Draco, but Hermione was a different person. She wouldn't accept not working while pregnant, and she planned to go back to work once the baby was born. Lucius preferred her to stay home, as he wanted more than one heir. It was time the Malfoy family became more than just a few people, and so, he compromised in order to make his wife happy.

They had struck a deal. She was allowed to return to work, and, in return, she would provide as many heirs as her body could safely deliver. They had both been adamant on the safety issue. Lucius didn't want to raise his children alone, and Hermione was growing on him. He was finding that he was truly beginning to care for her as more than a political ally and partner. He wasn't sure that it was love, quite yet, but he did think it might be heading in that direction.

"Amendment I, of the Marriage Law Act of 2001, has been struck down. The Marriage Law Act of 2001, itself, stays," Shacklebolt announced to the Wizengamot, with a bang of his gavel.

Lucius smiled. He was well and truly rid of the other man in his bedroom now. He couldn't wait to celebrate with Hermione later that evening. Her body was growing and rounding with child, and it was extremely arousing to Lucius. He loved her new curves. The fact that she was now in her second trimester meant she was insatiable in bed. Just the other day, she had owled him to her office for lunch and had demanded he take her over her desk. Lucius wasn't one to refuse such a pretty demand as that. Perhaps he should go to her office and celebrate now?

On his way out of the Wizengamot chamber, the Minister stopped him.

"Malfoy, may I have a word?" Shacklebolt asked. He smiled and nodded, as other Wizengamot members filed out around them.

"Of course, Minister," Lucius nodded graciously to Shacklebolt and followed him up to his office.

Once both were settled, Shacklebolt offered tea or Firewhisky. Lucius smiled and accepted the Firewhisky, despite the fact that it was only ten in the morning. It was a celebration, after all.

"I hear congratulations are in order," Shacklebolt began.

"Thank you. Hermione and I are both quite ecstatic," Lucius smiled.

Shacklebolt nodded. "Is… would it be possible for me to… that is, I have enjoyed our time together while the amendment had been in place."

"Are you asking to join my wife and I during our marital consummations?" Lucius asked. He didn't think the room was 'bugged', as Hermione would put it, but it wouldn't hurt to get this on record if it was.

Shacklebolt did have the grace to look embarrassed. His cheeks darkened, and he looked down at his tumbler of Firewhisky. But, Lucius didn't miss his nod.

"I believe an arrangement can be worked out," Lucius allowed magnanimously. "However, I fear, due to the Ministry inconvenience, that it will need to be worked out in my favor."

Shacklebolt cleared his throat and met Lucius' eyes once more. "Name your terms."

"I would say that anytime I want some sort of law or act or some other favor from you, in return, you'll be invited to my home for a few hours. To share in the delights of my wife."

Shacklebolt shook his head, "That's too much. I can't be bribed."

Lucius shrugged, "I am the one doing you a favor. I would say that if you did decide to participate, whatever it is that I want must go through."

"I cannot accept that," Shacklebolt said.

"That is fine," Lucius stood to leave. "I must go see my wife and tell her about the repeal of the amendment. We have been dying to celebrate."

He walked to the door and, just as he was about to leave the Minister's office, he said, "Hermione is only a floor below here, almost directly under you, I believe. Do you think the sounds of her pleasure wafting through the floor will be difficult for you to ignore?"

Shacklebolt's face tightened, and Lucius smirked, before exiting the office. He wasn't a stupid man. He'd get his way soon enough.

Making his way through the Ministry to the second level, which was directly below the Minister's office, Lucius found Hermione in her own office working through some piles of parchment.

He knocked lightly on the door jamb as he swept inside, settling himself in a chair in front of her desk.

"Hello, Lucius," she greeted, with a brief glance up before looking back down at her parchment and making a note with her quill.

"Wife," Lucius smirked.

"Oh? Has something happened?" Hermione asked, looking him in the face more fully.

"The amendment has been repealed."

"And, the Marriage Act itself?" Hermione asked, a hopeful gleam in her eye.

"It stays," Lucius told her. She pouted briefly, before brightening again.

"Are you here to celebrate?" she asked.

"I am. Did you find the spell?" Lucius inquired.

"I did," she grinned now. "He's going to hear every sound we make, as soon as I cast it."

"Let's give him a good show, then," Lucius replied.

Hermione picked up her wand and gave it a wave around her head, silently. He loved that she was a powerful enough witch to cast most spells silently.

"How is my child today?" Lucius asked, reminding Shacklebolt just who it was that was allowed to fuck Hermione on a regular basis.

"She's doing just fine," Hermione said. "Although, her mother needs a little attention."

Lucius stood from his chair and walked around the desk to Hermione.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Shacklebolt groaned, as the sounds of Hermione and Lucius' conversation drifted through his office. He checked his calendar and realized he had no appointments for the afternoon.

Stepping outside, he found his secretary, Margie, "I'm working through some legislation. Let's keep this door closed for the next few hours. No disruptions."

Margie nodded, and Shacklebolt cast a silencing charm at his office door. It wouldn't do to have Margie hear him, as he pleasured himself to the sounds coming from the office below.

Hermione grinned, as she made her way to Kingsley's office. She was now in her third trimester and starting to really show, even through the billowing robes that witches generally wore during pregnancy. She was sure the legislation she had in her hand would be the ticket to drive Kingsley into her and Lucius' bedroom, once more. Every other targeted attack they had made had failed thus far, but Lucius wasn't one to give up easily. And, neither was Hermione. She did feel a twinge of guilt at the blatant manipulation and borderline blackmail she and Lucius were doing, but she reasoned that since it was for the greater good, it would all work itself out in the end.

"Hello, Kingsley," Hermione said, as she tapped on the door frame.

"Hermione, come in," Kingsley welcomed her with a smile. He took her arm solicitously and guided her to a seat in front of his desk. "How are you?"

"Well enough," Hermione said, as she settled in. She laid the file she was holding on top of Kingsley's desk. "How are you?"

She and Kingsley exchanged a few more pleasantries, as Kingsley's secretary brought tea for them both.

"Now, what's this legislation you want brought before the Wizengamot?" Kingsley asked.

"As you know, I am passionate about creature and being rights in the wizarding world. I figured I would start small," Hermione chuckled, "and I've written a bill to introduce rights for all house elves."

"I see. Why can't Lucius bring this to the floor?" Kingsley asked, with a frown.

Hermione had anticipated this question. Of course, it would make sense for Lucius to back her projects. However, if they wanted to be truly powerful, they needed allies. And Kingsley, however much a pawn he was, would be a good ally.

"That would be crass, wouldn't it? My husband backing all of my proposals? I need to have my own ground to stand on. So, I'm not coming to you as Hermione Malfoy, but rather as plain, old Hermione Granger, still campaigning for the house elves," she grinned.

"I see. Well, let me read through it, then."

Hermione handed her legislation to Kingsley and sat back, sipping her tea as he read through it. She wasn't leaving his office until he agreed.

"I'm not sure I can bring it to the Wizengamot as it is," Kingsley said after he had finished some minutes later.

"What can I do to convince you?" Hermione asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Kingsley frowned, then smirked, "Maybe we should discuss it over dinner?"

Hermione smiled guilelessly. She knew she had him now. "Of course. Why don't you come to the Manor tonight? I'm sure Lucius would be happy to discuss house elves over dinner."

"I'll be there," Kingsley grinned and helped Hermione up from her chair.

Once she returned to her office, she owled Lucius to let him know that Kingsley had taken their bait. She couldn't wait for that evening. It had been far too long, since Kingsley had graced them with his presence in their bedroom, and she had missed him.

Lucius had Hermione wait in the dining room, while he greeted Shacklebolt alone in the reception room. He had to remind Shacklebolt who was in control here and how this relationship would work going forward.

"Welcome, Minister," Lucius smiled at his guest, as he stepped through the fireplace.

"Lucius," Shacklebolt greeted magnanimously.

Lucius had a feeling he wasn't going to feel so magnanimous in a moment.

"Let us have a small discussion before dinner. May I offer you anything? Tea? Firewhisky?"

"Firewhisky, if you would, please," Shacklebolt said, as he followed Lucius out of the receiving room and to Lucius' study down the hall. Lucius had a contract drawn up for Shacklebolt to sign, as soon as Shacklebolt understood what exactly was going on.

Lucius poured for Shacklebolt and gestured for the other wizard to have a seat before the fireplace in the study. He had contemplated having him sit before his desk, but he had decided he wanted Shacklebolt to feel comfortable like he was speaking with a friend.

"Now, what's on your mind, Lucius?" Shacklebolt asked and sipped his drink.

Lucius smiled and pulled out an advanced copy of the Daily Prophet, a paper in which Lucius owned a significant portion.

"There are two headlines that could run in three days time. This is one of them," he handed the paper to Shacklebolt and was delighted to see the other man's face turn grey. Lucius watched as Shacklebolt read the main article, his drink forgotten on a convenient side table.

"This—this is impossible! I have that office swept twice a day for magical bugs!" Shacklebolt slammed the paper down and looked furious.

"As I said, Minister, that is one possible headline that could run. There is another option, of course. One that is beneficial to us both, I believe," Lucius drawled.

Shacklebolt sat for a moment, without saying a word. Lucius was sure he was running through options in his head. "How did you come by this information? How many people know?" he asked finally, gesturing to the paper.

The headline read: 'Minister Shacklebolt Shacking Up With Lucius Malfoy's Wife?' in big bold print.

"Not many know. Myself and Hermione, of course, and the editor of the Prophet ."

"And, if I don't comply with your wishes?" Shacklebolt asked, a steely look in his eye.

"Then, we part as friends. You leave immediately, the headline runs, and I have to do damage control on being outed as a cuckold. You have to do damage control of sleeping with another man's wife. The parentage of the child Hermione is carrying will be questioned endlessly. It will be very messy for everyone involved. But, at the end of the day, I will stick by my wife as we explain the horrific demands put upon us by a corrupt Ministry Consummation Supervisor turned Minister for Magic."

"You—I—This is unbelievable!" Shacklebolt spluttered.

"Perhaps, but I think you will find that the public will eat it up. They love a good scandal," Lucius grinned sharply.

"You would damage your own reputation? Your wife's own reputation for this?" Shacklebolt asked.

"Not at all. Once it comes out that the corrupt Ministry, and the corrupt Minister for Magic, made these demands against us, private citizens, our reputation will be salvaged. And, once the child is born and proven to be mine, we shall come out the clear winners of this...debacle. You, on the other hand, I'm afraid you may have the shortest run time as Minister for Magic ever."

"Fine," Shacklebolt snapped. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I have a simple contract for you to sign. You will see that it is quite beneficial for us both," Lucius passed Shacklebolt a scroll of parchment.

He was silent, as he waited for Shacklebolt to read the contract. About halfway through, Shacklebolt looked up, confusion written across his face.

"I don't understand."

"Hermione enjoys your occasional presence in our bedroom. As long as you understand that you are to never put your cock inside her tight, sweet cunt, you are welcome to join us. However, should you fail to pass a piece of legislation brought by either she or myself, you will be punished."

"You're trading sexual favors for political favors? This is low, even for you, Lucius."

"You do not have to sign the contract," Lucius sniffed and looked down his nose on the other man.

"Of course I'm signing the bloody contract. It would be political suicide, otherwise," Shacklebolt sneered. "Besides, knowing it must sting to have to invite another man into your bedroom provides at least a modicum of satisfaction on my part."

Lucius smirked. Shacklebolt read the situation wrong entirely. Shacklebolt had no idea how much Lucius enjoyed watching another man's cock disappear into his wife's mouth. Or how wet Hermione got when Shacklebolt watched them. That was enough for Lucius. He enjoyed pleasing his wife, in any way she wanted. So, he just smirked at the other man and let him think what he wanted. Lucius knew the truth of things, and that was all that mattered.

Once Shacklebolt signed the contract, it glimmered gold for a moment before disappearing. Lucius answered Shacklebolt's frown and unasked question.

"Stored in my vault at Gringotts, of course. If you are planning to stay for dinner and dessert, and pass the house elf legislation Hermione gave you earlier today, do follow me," Lucius said imperiously and swept from the room.

He was sure Shacklebolt would follow him. Shacklebolt thought he had won, after all. Lucius' smirk deepened into an outright grin by the time he threw open the double doors to the dining room. Hermione raised her eyebrow at her husband, as he crossed the room to greet her.

"He signed it," he whispered in her ear, before pulling her in for a searing kiss that she returned enthusiastically. They only broke apart when Shacklebolt coughed from the doorway.

"Of course he did. You are a brilliant man, husband," Hermione told him, gazing up at him with adoration, her hands looped around his neck. Lucius leaned his forehead against her own, as they basked in the win. Lucius let his hand drift to her rounded belly, caressing both her and the child she carried.

"Ready for this?" Lucius asked.

Hermione's lips twitched into a smirk, "I'm dripping for it, Lucius."

She pulled away from him and greeted Shacklebolt warmly, as Lucius talked his cock down from standing at full attention to just half-mast. The things that witch did to him with that sassy mouth of hers. He took a deep breath, before turning to face the room and resume his role as the perfect host.

Dinner was a lively affair. Both Hermione and Shacklebolt were in good spirits, and Lucius hoped that meant dessert would also be a lively affair. It had been many months since they'd had Shacklebolt as a guest in their bedroom. Lucius considered making him watch tonight, but he eventually decided against it. He'd give the other wizard a show of good faith by letting him participate. He'd save the watching for when he needed to punish Shacklebolt.

Shortly after dinner, Hermione spoke, "Shall we adjourn upstairs?"

Beaming, Shacklebolt shot a look to Lucius. Lucius did not roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. Shacklebolt was acting like a child in a candy shop. Lucius couldn't begrudge the man though. Hermione was extremely talented with her mouth.

Shacklebolt offered Hermione his arm and, with a brief glance to Lucius over her shoulder, she took it, and they led the way to the master bedroom. Lucius and Hermione had already discussed their plans for the evening and, as soon as the bedroom door was shut behind Lucius, Hermione was on Shacklebolt.

She attacked his robes viciously, pulling and tearing at the fabric so that she could lay her hands on the warm skin underneath. Shacklebolt was nearly as frantic, pulling Hermione's clothes apart, his hands grazing her skin worshipfully. They didn't kiss, another rule Lucius insisted on. Shacklebolt could come to play, but Hermione was his wife and he made the rules.

"Gods, Kings," Hermione groaned, as Shacklebolt kissed his way down her body on each new piece of exposed skin.

Lucius worked on disrobing himself, as he watched the display before him. Shacklebolt was on his knees now, his face buried in Hermione's most secret of places, somewhere Lucius had not let Shacklebolt go before, but he hadn't excluded it in the contract, either. Hermione had insisted she shouldn't be made to only suck Shacklebolt's cock, that if Shacklebolt wanted to return the favor, he should be allowed. Lucius had conceded the point. Hermione could be very convincing.

"Tastes like honey, does she not?" Lucius asked Shacklebolt, as he came to stand behind Hermione. Hermione leaned back against him, sighing from the dual sensations of having Shacklebolt at her quim and Lucius' hands palming her breasts.

Shacklebolt hummed his agreement, causing Hermione to shudder and cry out. Lucius pressed his own cock into the cleavage of Hermione's bum, enjoying the feeling of firm flesh surrounding his length. With a flick of his wrist, the chair placed out for Shacklebolt flew across the room and behind Lucius. Another swish of his wand and the arms of the chair disappeared. Lucius sat down and brought Hermione onto his lap. She hooked her legs over his and sank onto his cock. Lucius' eyes fluttered at the now familiar, but no less enticing, feeling of her warm, wet walls surrounding him.

Shacklebolt sat back on his heels for a moment, eyes glued to the way Lucius' cock split Hermione open. Hermione's head lay on Lucius' shoulder, and Lucius had both hands on her hips, helping to lift her up and down.

"Touch me, Kings," Hermione groaned, opening her eyes at Lucius' whispered urging.

Lucius watched over Hermione's shoulder, as Shacklebolt lifted a hand from his thighs where they were resting. He started at the bulge of Hermione's abdomen where Lucius' child grew and skimmed along her skin until he reached her perfect, pregnancy-sensitive breasts. He thumbed her nipples, watching as they hardened further under his ministrations.

"More," Hermione cried out, and Lucius groaned, as her walls fluttered around him. She was so incredibly close to her climax. He was hoping he'd be able to wring a few out of her this evening.

"Go on, lick her," Lucius commanded Shacklebolt.

Shacklebolt looked startled for a moment and then confused as if he didn't understand what Lucius meant. Lucius raised his eyebrow at the other wizard, challenging him.

Surprisingly, Shacklebolt accepted the challenge and began licking. He started at Lucius' balls and brought his tongue right up to Hermione's clit. Lucius shuddered at the feel of Shacklebolt's warm tongue. A few swipes later and Hermione was falling apart in his arms.

"Keep going," Lucius told Shacklebolt, as Hermione keened her way through her orgasm.

"I...can't…" Hermione panted.

"Of course you can, love," Lucius said, even as he slowed his own pace. "I think we can get at least one more out of you." Lucius licked his way from her shoulder to her ear and bit lightly on the lobe. "Besides, look at Shacklebolt… he's dripping for you."

And he was. A large drop of pre-come glistened at the head of the other wizard's dark cock.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione breathed, and Lucius grinned when he felt her walls quiver.

"Lean forward, pet," Lucius murmured to Hermione. "Take his cock in your mouth. Remember the rules."

Hermione nodded, and Lucius helped maneuver her into position, sitting further upright to allow her to rest more of her weight on his legs.

Shacklebolt stood quickly, gripping his hard cock in his hand. He rubbed the head of it along Hermione's lips, smearing his seed around before slipping it into her mouth. Hermione grunted and moaned, as she took Shacklebolt's cock. Shacklebolt's eyes fluttered and he drove his hands through Hermione's wild hair, as he helped guide himself into her sweet mouth over and over again.

Lucius felt Hermione's walls flutter once more before her second orgasm crashed over her. She pulled away briefly from Shacklebolt as she caught her breath.

"One more, I think, pet," Lucius told her, before she took Shacklebolt's cock into her mouth, once more.

Lucius was barely holding on, himself. Watching Hermione work her mouth over the other wizard's cock. Seeing Shacklebolt's face tighten as he ratcheted toward his own orgasm. Being the puppet master in this exquisite bedroom dance. They were all things that Lucius enjoyed immensely.

He caught Shacklebolt's eye and ordered him to come.

"Fuck," Shacklebolt muttered, speaking for the first time, as his eyes slipped closed and his hands tightened in Hermione's hair.

"Swallow every last drop, pet," Lucius reminded her, stilling his own actions so she could concentrate on Shacklebolt.

As soon as she broke free of the other wizard, Lucius began pounding into her hard and fast, pulling her up so her back hit his chest once more. He slipped an arm around her and found the nubbin at the top of her sex. Sliding his fingers around it frantically, he wasn't going to last, and he had a point to prove, after all.

"Come," he demanded. And she did. He watched her face, as she shattered around him for the third time. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her brow and her nipples tightened along with her sweet cunt.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," Shacklebolt commented.

Lucius had to nod his agreement, even as he finally let go of his iron control. He grunted, as his seed burst forth. He pulled her down tightly as he pumped through his completion. Once finished, Lucius slumped back into the chair, cradling Hermione, as he gazed at Shacklebolt with satisfaction.

"All for passing the House Elf Act of 2002?" Minister Shacklebolt asked, in the largest Wizengamot chamber. A full house was present that day. It had taken several months for the legislation to be discussed and finalized in the Wizengamot.

Hermione had given birth almost three months prior to a beautiful baby girl she and Lucius had named Julia Lucia. Lucius was inordinately pleased with both his wife, for having born him a longed-for daughter, and his bonny daughter, who was almost the spitting image of him.

Lucius stood with a little over three-quarters of the other members of the Wizengamot.

"All opposed?"

Lucius sat, while a handful of other members stood.

"The Act passes. The Ministry will begin inspections of all families and businesses known to employ house elves." Shacklebolt banged his gavel, and the chamber erupted into discussion as wizards began filing out.

"Lucius," Shacklebolt called to him, as he was leaving the chamber.

Turning to face the other man, he shook Shacklebolt's proffered hand.

"Any chance of a reward for the passing of this law?" Shacklebolt asked quietly, as both men nodded and smiled at the others who were filing past them.

Lucius raised his eyebrow, "You've already been rewarded. That's how the system works, Minister."

"Before she left, Hermione passed me along some legislation to grant the Centaurs more land on a permanent basis," Shacklebolt commented.

Lucius' lips twitched, "In that case, Hermione and I would love to have you by for dinner this week. Perhaps Saturday?"

"I would be delighted," Shacklebolt grinned and shook Lucius' hand again.

"As would I," Lucius murmured smugly and swept from the chamber.

"I'm so glad it finally passed. I knew it would be the hardest one," Hermione commented, as she tucked Julia into a swaddling blanket. Julia stared around wide-eyed, before catching sight of Lucius leaning over her cot. She smiled at him. Lucius brushed a finger over her downy cheek as he smiled softly back at her.

"Well, is Kingsley planning to pass anything else?" Hermione asked, as she picked the baby up and began to walk her to sleep.

"He did mention something about Centaurs…" Lucius trailed off.

Hermione grinned. "When can we expect him?"

"Saturday."

"Oh, so soon?"

Lucius knew what was going through her mind. She'd just had a child, and her body had not returned to its former shape.

"Pet," Lucius said, as he stepped closer, pulling Hermione and Julia both into his embrace. He cupped her face and leaned down, brushing a kiss on her lips. "You are gorgeous, just as you are. I love your body as it is. And, if Shacklebolt doesn't," Lucius shrugged, "then he doesn't get to play with us."

"But—"

Lucius cut her off with a swift kiss. "No buts," he said, pulling away. "If Shacklebolt doesn't want to play, we'll find someone else."

Hermione looked mildly shocked for a moment before she turned the notion over in her head.

"It would take a bit," Lucius conceded, "perhaps another few years, but it could be done."

Hermione nodded, even as she frowned, still deep in thought.

Lucius cupped her cheek once more, bringing her eyes to his. "But, I don't think that will happen. Shacklebolt asked if he got a reward for getting the house elf legislation passed. I think he misses you," Lucius smirked.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"How could he not?"

She beamed at him and pulled him down with her free hand for a quick, but fierce kiss, that was only broken when Julia began crying.

"Thank you," Hermione said, as she began settling the baby once again.

"Anything for you, love," Lucius grinned, as he watched his wife and daughter. And, he truly meant it. He would do anything for this woman who had brought love back into his life. Love and power and a new heir. She had done so much for him, he could only hope he would have many, many years to begin returning the favor to her.