A Malfoy Wedding

The Honeymoon

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy."

You had been watching Draco stir in his sleep for over a half hour. You had drunk in all of his features, Draco blissfully aware of his wife's gaze. The moles that decorated his neck, his pointy nose, and his pale lips that were slightly chapped from sleep.

You had ghosted your fingers over his forehead and swept some of his blonde hair out of his face and chuckled when his eyebrows furrowed, but then relaxed from your touch. He had his arm wrapped around your naked waist. 

You had awoken from your slumber at some point during the night and found that your makeup had been carefully wiped of your face and your hair was securely tucked away in your bonnet.

Draco may have had a hard exterior when you first met. But, after realizing how he felt for you, he had softened and became the best lover you could have ever had.

A smile formed on your lips as you continued to gush over your new husband. You had bent your head down to press kisses to his forehead before trailing them down to his cheek. You had kissed every mole he had, thankful for every imperfection he had. You had changed him for the better and Draco couldn't thank you enough, even if all he did was show is gratitude for the rest of his life.

You at first were going to wake him by pressing a kiss on his lips. However, an even better idea popped up in your head.

You were thankful that both you and Draco were nude after last night's activities as you trailed more kisses down towards his abs. His skin was smooth and smelled lightly of the expensive body wash he owned with a hint of the shea butter lotion you had bought for him. You pressed a kiss to the scar that formed on his lower abdomen that he had earned after protecting you during the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Draco was forced to fight alongside his parents at first. But, at the final standoff between Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters between the brave Hogwarts students, staff, and those who were in The Order of The Phoenix, Draco had remained by your side. He refused to fight for a cause he no longer believed in, you had taught him how to be a better man and to step outside of the sins his father made.

So, when he casted himself in front of another Death Eater's hex, sacrificing himself in order for you to be safe, you knew then Draco was forever bounded to you. You stared in horror as the wound bled profusely, trying desperately to save him by applying pressure to the wound as chaos unfolded around you.

You couldn't lose him.

Draco could only remember seeing your eyes spilling over with tears as you stared down at him. Panic, anxiety, and regret was written on your face.

'Don't close your eyes, I need you. Dray, look at me!"

"I love you, my moon."

Draco felt the noise and chaos around him disappear as his vision went black.