Puzzle
Draco brushed his wife's red locks of hair from her face revealing a handful of freckles across her nose. She looked peaceful in sleep; a change from her plentiful energy during the day. He brushed her cheek with his finger and enjoyed the warmth that lingered.
Ginny was content sleeping. She easily forgot the stares and whispers that followed her and her husband during the day. She could focus happier topics. It had only been three days ago that she'd joined Draco at the alter to exchange their vows. It was still puzzling to her how they came to be together despite all their prejudices.
Draco was- for lack of a better word –amazed. He and Ginny fit together like to pieces of a puzzle. As he clasped her hand in his own, intertwining their fingers together, he couldn't help but see they were made for each other. Every kiss, every touch, was so perfect. They were soul mates, he was sure of it. How else could one explain how compatible they were?
Ginny was never really looking for a man. She was already happy. But there had been something about Draco that had just seemed right. She didn't have to try to be charming, or nice, or funny when she was with him. She just was. It was as if he could read her mind, he always knew exactly what she needed. When she looked in his eyes, she saw the same love she felt for him.
Draco had seemed to set a mental clock. He woke up just a moment earlier than Ginny everyday so that he could kiss her good morning. She would always complain that she wasn't a morning person and not to look at her, but all Draco could see was beauty. It puzzled him why she couldn't see herself correctly. She was wonderful, his everything. Weather they were talking or engaged in other affairs, she never ceased to surprise him.
Ginny knew it was time to wake up. She knew by the way her heart jumped just a little faster, and her breathing wasn't quite as slow. She didn't regret waking up. On the contrary, she'd begin to love mornings because she knew whom she'd wake up to. Today was no different; Draco kissed her, and told her good morning. Just like two puzzle pieces fresh out of the box, they fit perfectly.
(a/n for this one, I tried to work of the feminine/masculine thing. I had Ginny thinking about their emotional relationship, while Draco thought of their physical one. Is that sexist? Well, too late now.)