His hands found an exceptionally good spot causing her to purr. "Ignoring my birth entirely would make me such a different person that it would be hard to say how I'd have turned out at eleven. Could be I'd have turned the lot of you into my minions," she chuckled. Hermione doubted that in any incarnation she'd be anything but bossy at that age.
Hermione sighed with satisfaction when he told her that he loved her as she was. She knew it but it was always nice to hear. "If I was ruthless and hungry, I would have worked with that as long as you arrived properly attired, on schedule, and with the requisite smile on your face when needed. As Minister of Magic, I'd have required arm candy for events. You would have done nicely, I think." She placed a line of kisses up his throat, nipping occasionally just because she liked the way his cock twitched when she did. "That definitely wouldn't have been for me. I love my life. I love you. I love our children. I've even become fond of your father, as frightening as that is. Do not tell him I said that." He'd either be appalled or far too smug. Either way, Lucius Malfoy would probably be insufferable.