There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, casting a red glow on the room. 'Not that it needed it,' Draco mused. The room already had undertones of red in it everywhere. The room felt, cozy, just as his wife had intended it to. Where was she? He heard dishes clinking. 'Ahh, the kitchen,' he nodded his head slowly. It was November, his favorite month of the whole year. Things were always somewhat lazy in November. There wasn't the hustle and bustle of December, but there was still that warmth. Draco had never considered December to be an amazing month. True, it was nice, but it didn't have the magic of November. You had to worry about gifts and sales, and getting to stores at hours unfit for human beings to be awake, muggle or magical. 'No, he mused, 'November was the best month'.
Draco sipped his hot chocolate, listening to his wife humming while putting away dishes with the flick of her wand. He smiled, realizing that they had been married almost a year. 'An amazing year at that,' he decided. Not that he loved her family, heavens no. Her father was too eccentric for him, and her brothers were impossible. He had to admit, he adored Mrs. Weasley, she was kindhearted, and Bill wasn't that bad. But the rest of the family was quite impossible. Draco liked the quite life. He knew soon enough the endless days of cuddling and love making would be interrupted soon enough by a child. He was waiting for the announcement everyday, half scared. Not that he didn't want a child, he did, but he rather enjoyed the way life was at the moment.
Ginny walked in, carrying her cup of hot chocolate, and sat next to Draco on the love seat, her head on his shoulder. He loved the way she fit perfectly into his arms. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer, and they sat there, sipping their hot chocolate and being perfectly happy and in love. 'This is the way it should be,' Draco mused, and thanked God for November nights.