A/N: Hey y'all! Have some DracoAstoria fluff. :)

Media Studies Task 1: Write a fluffy story

Word Count: 396

Enjoy!

"Remind me why we're out here?"

Draco's tone is one of annoyance, but he doesn't really mind being outside with Astoria. Even lying on the ground in the middle of the night is bearable when she is holding his hand.

Astoria laughs, the sound relaxing Draco like nothing else can. "I just wanted to look at the stars," she says simply. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"

Draco looks at her for a moment, letting a silent beat pass. His lover's face is pale in the moonlight, and her blonde hair is fanned out around her head like an angel's halo. She is all he's ever wanted, and the sudden realization of the fact leaves him breathless for a moment.

"I've seen more beautiful things," he manages at last.

She rolls her eyes at him, smirking at his words. She doesn't believe him, he knows. It doesn't matter. He'll prove his devotion to her one day.

Then Astoria rolls over suddenly, propping herself up on her elbows. She blows the hair out of her face and grins at Draco, who is still on his back. "You're thinking too much," she whispers. "I took you out here so we could just be... happy. Content."

As she speaks, her fingers trail up his arm. It's been several years since the war, so he isn't as self-conscious about his Dark Mark as he once was. Still, it's only Astoria who gets to see it now—and only Astoria who has ever touched it. She has never raked her nails across it with revulsion, her mouth has never twisted down in disgust when she sees it. In the early days of their relationship, she would touch it gently, and the sadness in her blue eyes obvious. Her pity is gone now; her fingers trail past the mark like they would any other part of his body.

Draco shivers nonetheless.

"I'm happy with you," he admits. "Really, I am."

Astoria bends her head until her lips are a breath away from his own. Her thick hair falls in curtains on either side of her face, trapping Draco's beneath hers. Her free hand comes up to cup his face. "I'm happy with you too," she whispers.

Suddenly, Draco doesn't need the stars; there is plenty of starlight in Astoria's eyes.

He tilts his head up just so and captures her lips with his own.