Hermione hummed appreciatively as she accepted her husband's proffered glass of wine before he took his seat next to her along the couch, bending down to grab her feet and place them in his lap. She sighed into her wine glass as he began massaging them the way she had been begging him to do the past week.
Content to spend the rest of the evening in silence, Draco let his cool, gray eyes find the warm, brown ones of his wife, mouthing the words he had waited all day to speak to her.
Three simple words.
I love you.