Draco greatly appreciated his new wife. She was clever and funny, hard working and sweet. But currently, from his seat on an expensive lounge chair next to a pool, he thought his favorite thing about Astoria might be the way she looked walking toward him in her bikini. The amount of fabric present was rather small and Draco fought both delight and the urge to wrap her in a sack so that no one else could see her.
The honeymoon had been a time of bliss. They lounged in the sun poolside, dined on expensive food and champagne. After the wedding, they had taken a Portkey to Monte Carlo and locked themselves in the master suite for two days; living off of room service and mind-blowing, newlywed sex.
Astoria leaned over and kissed Draco, "are you all packed?" she asked, taking a seat on the lounge chair beside him. He nodded, gray eyes unreadable behind his sunglasses, "I just have to change before we have to take the Portkey back," he said. "I have to do the same," Astoria said, almost absent-mindedly, "only I'd like to shower first." She rose to her feet before turning to her husband who had taken the moment to enjoy the view that this action afforded him. "That was an invitation, Malfoy," Astoria smirked at him, twisting a tendril of her dark hair around a tanned finger. She bit her lip to smother a laugh when Draco leaped to his feet and grabbed her hand before pulling her insistently toward their suite.
It was with wet hair and a soapy aroma that Draco and Astoria arrived back in their flat. By now cold December winds had been howling their way around the brick building and Christmas lights were strung around the shops in the street below them. As Draco pulled on a sweater, Astoria flicked her wand at the fireplace and sent a fire roaring into life. The flat seemed both foreign and familiar after their two weeks away.
Snow was blowing around outside under a heavy gray sky, leaving drifts on it on the quiet road outside. The flat on the fifth floor had warm light shining out the windows into the winter evening. Inside, Christina Warbeck warbled Christmas carols from an antique radio and the music floated around the pair of newlyweds sitting across from each other at the dinner table. Draco smiled softly at Astoria who was too intent on her food to notice the tender look that was being thrown her way.
During their honeymoon Draco sometimes had had to pinch himself to make sure that this, that Astoria, wasn't some wonderful dream that would fade once he woke up alone in Malfoy Manor again. But if it was a dream, then it was a bloody good one. He had gotten a ring on the finger of the girl sitting across from him, the only girl that really mattered, and now she was all his, for his whole entire life.
They had years and years to be together and Draco planned on cherishing every second. Then he shook his head and told himself to get it together. Turning into a mushy romantic was not something that he could ever forgive himself for. Merlin, he was starting to sound like a lovesick Hufflepuff or even one of those Gryffindorks.
*** I have an apology for two things; the first is practically abandoning this fic. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with them while avoiding the clichés and my summer has been really hectic. The second apology is for how short this chapter is, I'm thinking that I want to jump forward a lot more so that the chapters don't become one shot fluff pieces that sound the same. Let me know what you'd like to see more of; as always your reviews are welcomed and treasured because all of you are lovely. Thanks so much for reading this, I adore you all.