Draco POV

We had a promising lead in the scrolls we were still translating when Posy alerted us that Granger was up and dressing. I should be excited about the research, but I found myself distracted on our walk to the guest house with anxious excitement and honestly a bit of wonder. Every inch of the Manor and guest house smelled like crisp apples and pine. Our old decorations had been too gothic for the new decor. I'd grown up on Christmas decorations that were so dark green they were nearly black in equally dark rooms that were lit only by green floo powder fireplaces and decorations that were as sharp as they were shiny.

It had taken some transfiguration, but we now had bewitched candles in soft creams and robust forest green garlands wrapped around oak banisters and placed over silver lined fireplaces. Several dozen fresh pine trees lined the ballrooms, halls, and shined from corners of sitting rooms that had never been so bright; each one draped in silver and green accents. The only exceptions to the festive decorations was a change in the color scheme for the guest house.

The guest house was a mixture of golds and silvers, reds and greens, Slytherin and Gryffindor intertwined perfectly to incorporate our special guest. We had stayed up late into the night with Mother ensuring that everything was perfect. Theo and I wanted Granger to be happy there for the season. I wanted even more for her to feel comfortable. I wanted the Malfoy Manor, or at the very least the guest house, to feel like home. Theo had grown to care for it in that way, somehow maybe she could as well.

A voice in the back of my head nagged at me, told me that was absurd. How could she ever grow to love such a place that was rooted in hate? I shoved back the thought, fighting the green magic that wanted to coat my skin. She had grown to love us, maybe the same could be said of our home. Our home- mine and Theo's and Granger's. That is what the guest house could be or the main house. Hell, any house she wanted I would make ours.

But you want it to be the Manor.

I did. So badly. The Manor had been in my family for centuries, now an entirely different space than it had once been, but it had been where Theo and I had found comfort in each other, where we had eventually found love. He held me in my room last night. The way he had done a thousand times and the only thing missing was her.

When Posy had alerted us to her waking, I had noticed the immediate shift in him, felt it in myself. Watching him giddy, seeing all the pink that coated his skin at the sound of her name made my own pink go into overdrive. I loved them and the love they shared. I loved the love. It was so corny and ridiculous, but it felt wonderful, and it seemed to make my heart float in my chest as I followed him into the guest house library.

I was still mildly surprised by the new elegant gray patterned wallpaper. Outside the wide open windows was an out of season blue sky. Rays of sunlight lit up oak shelves, and bright red and green Christmas tree decorations. It snaked up the wrought iron spiral stairs that twinkled with gold and silver baubles on ivy like garland, bouncing colors around the room. I'd never seen the room look so bright. It screamed Granger. She would love it. She had to. I needed them to love it here, to love me. I needed Granger to spend her free time reading in this room, to hear Theo playing his double bass as I sipped on a goblet of firewhisky and read about the latest quidditch highlights.

At some point we could get married there, raise children, children that would be loved and cared for as no other Malfoy had before them. Would Theo and Granger even want to be Malfoy's? Or would we be Malfoy-Granger's? Just Granger? I knew Theo hated the Nott name so that was out of the question. Regardless, I could nearly see those children, the products of such a union, chasing each other through the halls. Maybe the kids would look like him, be smart like her, or would they end up somehow with my nearly white hair and a love of quidditch. I shouldn't like the idea so damn much, but it made my stomach warm.

"A little help?" Theo's voice knocked me from my thoughts. He was weighed down by scrolls and books, his wand firmly in a back pocket, nodding towards a table covered in decorating supplies from the night prior. Under my own mound of research, I flicked the contents of the table away with a twist of my wand, transporting them instantly to our storage cellar, so that we could both set down the items in our arms.

"Sorry," I said, apologizing for my distraction. He took one look at my glowing pink skin and smiled at the cause of my short circuited brain.

"What were you thinking of?" He asked, stepping closer to me now that his arms were free to grab my designer jumper and pull me into him.

"Nothing important," I said, too embarrassed to admit where my thoughts had strayed. Children, marriage...it was insane to be thinking about such things.

He let me keep my secret, leaning in for a kiss. His lips were gentle and chaste. It was too sweet, too kind. It made me far too hungry when I had just been lost in thoughts of our home and our life together. I deepened the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to squeeze as I parted his lips and pressed my tongue into his mouth. He was mine, and I wanted him to know it, to feel it in his bones. It was a shift of the hips to press him into the table, to grind myself on him where I was hard and he was just catching up. I knew without opening my eyes that we would be covered in pink and red dust, the red quickly taking the lead.

"Draco…fuck I love you," he mumbled against the kiss, against the onslaught of my needy mouth, his hands clutching harder into the knit fabric. I could still smell the gillyweed on him from the night prior. It was always there at the edge of his natural musk, mixing with the scent of my cologne. I sighed into the kiss, wanting so much to say those words in return. They were on the tips of my lips, somewhere smashed between our kiss. It was only the sound of two distinct sets of footsteps in the hall, one smaller and one larger, that made me stop and pull myself back from him.

I was more than happy to make out with my boyfriend in front of an audience, especially if that audience was Granger, but not if it included an eye full for my mother's favorite house elf. The only thing that would be worse would be if it was in front of my actual mother. I adjusted my jumper over my strained trousers while Theo chuckled.

My heart was still so consumed with him, but it overflowed at the sight of Granger. Her hair looked wild in the morning, stroked with the sunlight coming in the windows, and she was dressed in sinful innocence. Her black skirt landed at mid thigh and she wiped at her blushing face with red colored knitted sleeves when she noted our predicament- the abundance of bright colors, Theo's not at all innocent expression of a half smirk.

"Posy was instructed to advise of dinner this evening with the Mistress, to be served in the guest dining room promptly at seven."

Theo was the only one with half a brain cell left to thank Posy. Somewhere in the peripheral vision, I saw her smile as she disapparated from the room, but I only had eyes for the aura of pink flooding the room around my two favorite people in the world.

Granger was the first to avert her gaze, squiggling under my scrutiny, and I fell even more in love with her as her eyes widened, yellow speckles doting the pink when she took in the rest of the room- the old books and warm wood, the Christmas decor and blades of sunshine that sliced through it all.

"Oh my…it's beautiful."

Beautiful. She thought it was beautiful. I watched in awe while she walked towards the closest shelf and perused the books upon it. Theo came up beside her, pure mischief on his face. I saw the book in his hand a moment before he placed it in a spot beside all the others, the cover a wicked contrast to the rest of the collection.

"This one's still my favorite." Theo said.

Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she swatted him playfully upon seeing the book he had gifted her for her birthday and my whole life instantly clicked into place. I loved them and there wasn't another second that would pass without me showing it to the world. I wanted to shower them with my affection- to woo them with fancy candlelit dinners and fine food, stroll through bookshops squeezed between them, and kiss them both dizzy under the sun. I could do that out here in Wiltshire, far away from prying wizard eyes. The local community was all muggles after all. There was a pretty well known cafe with some of the best croissants and sandwiches I'd ever had. It wasn't exactly fine dining, but I wanted to show them off, to act as normal couples would, well as normal as a throuple could be in muggle society. It would take a bit of glamor. Our probation allowed for brief trips into town for necessities given trips lasted under an hour. I couldn't think of a greater necessity than giving them everything I'd waited far too long to give them.

"I want to take you two on a date."