Just a little sprinkle sprinkle of Drinny.

Rated T for innuendo

Best Behavior

Draco Malfoy had been waiting patiently. Or, at least, as patiently as a Malfoy could manage.

Which was to say—he was ready to combust.

He leaned against the doorframe of their grand bedroom, arms crossed over his chest, silver eyes trained on his wife as she stood before her vanity, applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

Ginny was stunning. She always was, but tonight? Tonight, she was breathtaking.

Her gown was an elegant emerald silk, draping over her curves like it had been tailored by Merlin himself. The color was dangerous against her freckled skin, the deep neckline just scandalous enough to be infuriatingly tempting. She had swept her long red hair into a chic updo, leaving only a few loose tendrils to frame her delicate face.

She was trying to concentrate on perfecting her eyeliner. But Draco knew better. She could feel his stare.

And she was dragging this out on purpose.

He smirked, stepping into the room, his voice dripping with amusement. "Ginevra Malfoy, tell me—how long does it take to apply a single flick of eyeliner?"

Ginny's lips twitched upward, but she didn't look away from the mirror. "Depends. Are you breathing down my neck, or am I in peace?"

Draco hummed, stopping just behind her chair. "Peace?" He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly. "Love, you married me. There is no peace."

Ginny let out a soft laugh, finally setting the eyeliner down. She met his eyes through the mirror, and Draco swore his heart stuttered.

Because Merlin, she was beautiful. And she was his.

She arched a brow. "You're quiet."

Draco leaned down, ghosting his lips over her ear. "I'm thinking about how stunning my wife is."

Ginny smirked. "Oh? Do tell."

He let his hands trail from her shoulders down to her arms, dragging his fingertips across the smooth fabric of her dress. "I'm thinking about how I don't want to share you tonight."

She turned in her chair, resting her elbows on the armrests as she gave him a teasing look. "That's unfortunate. Because we do have to go to this dinner, Your Slyness."

Draco scowled, moving to sit on the arm of her chair. "Remind me why?"

Ginny sighed dramatically, as if she hadn't already explained this three times. "Because it's a Ministry event, and it's honoring the wizarding world's most powerful couples." She tapped his thigh playfully. "Which, in case you've forgotten, we happen to be."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course we are."

Ginny smirked. "And because I like making you suffer in formal settings."

Draco groaned, slumping theatrically. "Why did I marry a menace?"

Ginny reached up to grab his tie, yanking him down so their noses brushed. "Because you're obsessed with me," she whispered, brushing her lips against his.

Draco growled low in his throat. "You're going to be the death of me."

She grinned. "You'd die happy."

He kissed her then—slow, teasing, but not nearly enough. Ginny sighed against his mouth before pushing him away with a laugh.

"Come on," she said, standing up and straightening her dress. "You need to finish getting ready."

Draco huffed, his eyes raking over her from head to toe. "I am ready."

Ginny shot him a pointed look. "Draco Malfoy, you are barefoot and in your shirt sleeves."

Draco lifted a brow. "And?"

"And," she said, stepping closer, smoothing her hands over the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt, "you're supposed to be the epitome of pureblood elegance."

Draco scoffed. "I'd rather be the epitome of 'staying in and having my way with my wife.'"

Ginny snorted, but she still reached for his tie, beginning to fix it properly. Draco, of course, used the opportunity to place his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She paused, giving him a knowing look. "Draco."

"Ginny."

She bit her lip, exhaling slowly. "You have to behave tonight."

Draco smirked. "I never behave."

Ginny tugged his tie just tight enough to make him straighten. "Exactly my point."

Draco let out a deep, exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But only if you promise me something."

Ginny lifted a brow. "And what's that?"

He leaned down, lips brushing over the shell of her ear. "The moment we get home, this dress—" He tugged lightly at the silk fabric covering her hip. "—comes off."

Ginny swallowed, heat flashing through her. She hated how easily he could fluster her, even after all these years.

But two could play that game.

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Only if you behave," she whispered, letting her lips ghost over his jaw before stepping back.

Draco groaned, dragging a hand through his platinum hair. "You are a menace."

Ginny smirked, grabbing his jacket and tossing it at him. "And you love it."

Draco caught it easily, shaking his head. "I do." He stepped forward, pulling her in for one last lingering kiss. "Unfortunately for me."

Ginny grinned. "Come on, my love. Let's go be disgustingly perfect in front of everyone."

Draco huffed but took her hand, entwining their fingers. "Fine. But don't blame me if I make us leave early."

Ginny laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as they headed for the door.

Draco had a feeling he was going to be very, very well-behaved tonight.