Draco risked a glance at her, before sighing. She was unimaginably beautiful. Lying in a hammock (some muggle contraption that held little appeal to him) with her brown (brown was much too plain a word; there were just no words grand enough to accommodate Astoria's hair) hair pulled into a ponytail, reading a book; she was possibly the most inviting thing he'd ever seen.
They'd moved in together two months ago. Draco had begged her, and eventually she consented, reminding him that she wanted to wait until marriage or at the very least engagement before sex. He'd purchased a little cottage (because she swore that she'd never live in a cold, stony mansion) in the middle of the woods. If you walked down a little path, you'd come to a lake. There was also a gravel road that led to the streets. The cottage was made of stones and logs, and it really was cozy. It had two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, and an additional bathroom downstairs. It had a kitchen and a living room, and a large basement that Astoria had converted into a library/study/den. They'd graduated Hogwarts over a year ago. Even after the war (even during it) Astoria had stood by him. She'd fought for the other side, of course, because she was good and strong in every way, but she'd still been with him, she'd never hurt him, not even during the battle.
He knew she'd been hurt (both mentally and physically) for dating him. He knew she'd defended him no matter the personal costs. He hated himself for putting her through that.
But now, in the middle of summer, with Narcissa's blessing, he was living with her. He didn't care about Lucius. He had the trust money to take care of them, and Astoria insisted on working at a library, and he had a job in the ministry. Shocking to many, perhaps, but he'd been put in charge of punishment for death eaters and the like. Harry Potter had shown up to support him, something he was sure Astoria had a part in.
He walked outside and sat next to her in the hammock. "What're you reading?" he asked pleasantly. "Nothing of great consequence. Some muggle novel. A librarian recommended it." She murmured. He kicked off his shoes and lay next to her, arms wrapping around her shoulder. She put a bookmark in, and tossed it to the ground, twisting so that she lay on Draco.
His hands rested on the small of her back his lips twisting into a grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, head resting on his chest, completely content.