Draco pushed back from the desk. He hadn't been able to bring himself to use his father's study yet, let alone any of the master wing of the manor, so he had reclaimed his old set of rooms upon moving back in with Astoria.
He glanced down at his hand, eyeing the band of silver and smiled. It hadn't yet been three months since the wedding and he was still just as madly in love with her as always. She made him complete, kept him grounded, and he had never dreamed he would ever find someone who could make him feel happier than he ever had in his life. Yet here he was, Lord of Malfoy Manor with Astoria Malfoy by his side.
Draco rose from his chair, going to the window and looking out over the grounds. As much as it had worried him at first, it felt nice to be back at home. He had no doubts as to why he felt that way, of course.