A/N: written for the D/G Forum challenge, '100 days, 100 drabbles.' The drabbles must follow a prompt and be no more than 400 words.

Please note, the drabbles will not be betaed, as they are simply drabbles. I apologise for any mistakes in advance.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter world.

Reviews appreciated :)

One Hundred

New

As she awoke, she turned and half lay across the male beside her. She smiled, tracing patterns gently on his chest as she thought of the previous days events: Once Ginevra Molly Weasley, the fiery, freckly, Plucky Gryffindor, who would gladly send a bat-bogey hex to any Slytherin who got a bit too lippy, was now Mrs Malfoy, the passionate, strong and beautiful woman, who had captured the heart of a previously hexed Slytherin.

Yes, life certainly was strange.

Sending a kiss to his chest, letting her tousled hair tickle his face, Ginny smiled as she caught a glance of her elegant diamond that now graced her ring finger. She wiggled her finger for a moment, letting the diamond sparkle in the morning sunlight.

"Morning Mrs Malfoy."

Came the voice of her new husband. Ginny turned to face him. His blonde hair was ruffled from sleep and his grey eyes shined as they took in the sight of his newly wedded wife lay across his chest.

"It really happened didn't it?" Ginny asked running her fingers along his defined stomach. Draco didn't reply, instead he placed a hand under his Wife's chin and pulled her forward into a gentle kiss. Draco broke away, before giving one of signature smirks.

"Was that proof enough?"

Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes. "20 hours into the marriage and you've already turned into a smart arse?" Draco laughed a little. "I've always been one, that's why you married me."

Ginny snuggled next to him, turning her head so that their noses almost touched. He wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing Ginny closer to him still.

"Draco, did you honestly ever think we'd get married?"

The blonde didn't reply for a moment, instead he looked down as his wife, taking in each of the features and the contours of her face that had become so familiar to him now. The light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the way she had a slight dimple when she smiled. The way her hair was wild in the mornings and the way her lips were a perfect Cupid's bow. To him, she was all he ever needed, and so he nodded, before kissing her quickly and pulling her into an embrace, as their legs entwined, and their wedding bands shone in the golden rays of the first day of their new life.

Prompt: New

Word Count: 396