Title: a ruined surprise perhaps (but humorous and loving always)

Team: Falmouth Falcons

Position: Seeker [Chaser 1 Stand-In]

Prompt: Fluff - Reunion

Summary: Draco wants to surprise his wife when she comes back from her work abroad after she had been gone for nearly 2 weeks. Of course, Astoria comes back early and that plan doesn't go exactly how it should.

TW: Sexually Natured Jokes; Swearing

"Draco, calm the fuck down please."

Blaise pinched the bridge of his nose as his long-time best friend stopped in place for all of 2 seconds before he turned around and began pacing again.

Draco was absolutely frantic, something that wasn't shown with his haughty "not-a-hair-or-thread-out-of-place" demeanor when he was out in public. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. Blaise had never seen him so unkempt – at least not since the war.

"I can't!" Draco cried, flopping down onto a couch, and cradling his head in his hands. Blaise rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics. "I don't know what to do for Astoria that I haven't already done, and you know that anything less than perfect wouldn't be acceptable. She's my wife."

Blaise sighed again. He was going to have a massive headache at this rate, or lose his sanity, and it would be all Draco's fault. "So just… make something special out in the gardens. She loves the flowers."

"Yes!" Draco looked absolutely ecstatic at the idea. "Lights, music, and… food." He paused and stared at Blaise. Blaise shifted and leaned away, eyeing Draco warily.

"What are you thinking now?"

"You're going to help me."

"I'm going to what?" Blaise asked, blinking at Draco. "You know this how?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Because you came up with the idea, obviously." He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. Blaise breathed out through his nose.

"No, Draco. I can't – Just because I came up with the idea, doesn't mean I'll help. Besides, you know I'm not good at this stuff… It's too… lavish for me." Blaise preferred simple but elegant things. Draco liked lavish and showy, which Astoria also didn't mind so his friend often went all out for his wife. 'Because that's what a Malfoy deserves!' Draco had insisted more than once.

Draco sighed dramatically. "Oh, come on, Blaise! What do you have to lose?"

"My pride. My sanity. My lunch."

"You didn't have lunch, Blaise." Draco pointed out oh so helpfully.

Blaise gave him an exasperated glare. "Piss off, Malfoy."

Astoria winced as she landed shakily in the receiving room of her home, her luggage landing on the floor with a loud crashing sound. She lifted it up and snapped her fingers with a curt, "Topsy."

A house-elf popped into the room, curtsying low to her. Topsy bowed her head. "What can Topsy be doing for Lady Malfoy?"

"Take this to my chambers; put all the clothes and trinkets away." Astoria frowned as she looked at the door, noting that her husband still hadn't come to greet her. He always made it a point to enter the room within 60 seconds of her arrival. "And where is Draco? Is he out with friends?"

Topsy shook her head. "No Mistress. He be getting ready for your arrival – Lady Malfoy be early."

Astoria hummed. "I see… I am going to seek him out. You are dismissed, Topsy."

Heels clicking on the marble floors, Astoria made her way through her home, feeling around with her magic. She had sent a letter stating her early arrival, though it was entirely possible that it had not made it to the Manor before her arrival. Owls did require rest stops and hunting, so Astoria was not very surprised by this. It was a long way from Bulgaria to Wiltshire.

She searched the entire Manor, or rather the most obvious spots as to where her husband could be, and found that none of them proved fruitful. Huffing, she walked quickly to the garden, at her wits end with this. Either Draco was hiding from her in some unknown spot or he was in the garden, doing some strange thing for her arrival.

When she exited the door to the backyard of the Manor, Astoria stared as she entered the gardens. She pressed her hand against her mouth as she tried to stifle her laugh, all irritation evaporating quickly when faced with the situation in front of her.

There were glowing bobbles of rose-gold light – her favorite color – aimlessly floating around in the air, shimmering like small stars; there was a table in the center of the garden, draped in a white cloth and decked out with delicious smelling food. It was a gorgeous presentation but the humorous sight was laying on the ground, grunting and shouting.

Her husband and Blaise, one of his friends, were tangled with each other and attempting to get free from a large spool of string that seemed to be haphazardly charmed. It was most likely from Blaise who, while talented at a great many things, was quite poor at Charms. They were wrestling with each other to get to their wands, which were laying on the ground a bit of a ways from them.

They had yet to notice her, not that Astoria found it insulting. On the contrary, she found their predicament quite amusing.

Astoria stepped around them and bit her lip to stave off more laughter as Blaise immediately stopped struggling, staring at her shoes. Draco stopped too, before following his line of sight, cursing the moment he laid eyes on her shoes.

"Tori!"

Blaise grunted as Draco shoved him a bit, both of them working to get out of the string. Astoria took mercy on them and flicked her wand, untangling the string and twining it up into a neat ball. She plucked it from the air and grinned at her husband.

"Draco, should I be worried about what you've been doing while I was gone? That was quite the dance you were doing with, Blaise… rather devilish."

Blaise snorted, bursting out laughing when he saw Draco's pinked up face as her husband began sputtering out excuses. Astoria laughed, shaking her head at his flustering.

"I must confess to being confused and jealous, husband. What is it that Blaise has that you find so desirable?" she wheedled, cocking her hip out and raising a brow. "Though I must admit he is quite the sight… Do you find yourself desiring another lover?"

Blaise laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but we were merely stuck in string, Astoria. Pansy would hang me from my own intestines if she knew I was frotting with somebody else without inviting her." Astoria cackled, knowing Pansy would do exactly that.

When she calmed again, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, she nearly burst out again at the pout her husband was sporting. "Alright, alright. Blaise, thank you for watching my husband, I know he can be a bit of a handful," - Blaise snorted and Draco pouted even more - "But I'll take it from here. It would be a shame to not enjoy the food that was prepared."

Blaise nodded. "Of course. I will see you two on Saturday."

"Of course. Do give Pansy my love."

Blaise winked before apparating, leaving Astoria with Draco. She smiled at him and hooked her arm around his. "Will you join me for dinner, husband? I missed you terribly while I was away, as I always do. Nobody can quite match up with you."

Draco kissed her cheek. "I would be delighted, wife."