A Malfoy Marriage

9: Elf's Room

* Anastasia *

Following the ceremony and subsequent kiss, it was blur of formal portraits, formally greeting guests, formal dancing, and a formal luncheon and cake-cutting.

Now that all the formalities were over with, a much smaller group of people, made up of about 200 people, had left my childhood home and made their way over to Malfoy Manor for a smaller reception that is meant to be more fun and less formal.

Though we can ease up a little bit, there are still quite a few people who are unaware of the true nature of my marriage and therefore the act needs to continue.

While a slower song comes on and I'm dancing with Blaise, in my slightly tipsy state I suddenly say "You know I should of just married you, at least we get along. Actually, never mind, I thought about the idea of kissing you and it was gross."

"You really know how to flatter a man shorty." Blaise said with a slight chuckle.

"Well, I didn't mean like that. I just mean that you're practically my brother." I said

"I know what you meant. But, I really do think you will grow to like him Ana. Without the blood purity nonsense of his childhood he's really a nice bloke." he said with a soft smile.

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Around midnight the party started to thin out, and everyone started leaving.

When everyone had left, my parents gave me the keys to my grandmother's townhouse, which I had inherited. As we waved goodbye to our parents and made it to the apparition point Malfoy asked "Are you sure you're sober to apparate us?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, I spent all my summers at this house and I'm only slightly tipsy." I replied grabbing his hand and apparating us there without waiting for his reply.

Once we landed, he let out a harsh breath and said "For fuck's sake, you could have warned me!"

"Well I didn't but we're fine, now come on I want to go to bed." I replied.

As soon as I opened the door, I ran over to the old spare bedroom on the first floor, to show Malfoy where he'd have to sleep. But instead of finding the pale yellow themed room from my childhood visits, I found the room converted into private quarters for the house elf.

Damn my mother for making the change, and damn Hermione for convincing my mom.

Malfoy followed me into the house and right up to the room because he doesn't know where anything is

Realizing I was standing in front of a house elf's private space he asked "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just seeing if Teely was still up to undo my buttons, but it seems mother hasn't sent her over yet." I replied awkwardly, trying to make it sound believable. But, with this lie I realized I really did need help with all of the buttons in the back of my dress.

"Well, if you don't feel uncomfortable by it, I can help you with the buttons." He replied hesitantly.

"Um, yes that would be of great help." I replied with a slight blush to my face and refusing to look up.

I silently padded up the stairs and into the room, with Malfoy following me.

Once we were in the bedroom I stood in front of the bed and tipped my head down, hoping he would get the message without me having to be verbose about the matter.

Thankfully, he understood and moved over to stand behind me. He carefully unfastened each button, unknowingly sending shivers through my spine.

Once the buttons were all unfastened, Malfoy went into the attached loo, and I went into the closet and changed into my nightgown. I grabbed a robe to hang on the hook next to my bed for the morning.

I then went into the safe room inside the closet to put away all of the jewelry except my rings.

When I got back Malfoy was on the right side of the bed in his black satin pajamas, laying down facing the ceiling with his eyes closed.

Taking his cue I quietly made my way over to the left side and got under the duvet.

Just as I was about the cross over into the realm of dreams, I felt an arm drape over my waist and hold me firmly, but not painfully.

For a minute I stiffened and panicked, but then the warmth and comfort of the other body lulled me, and I nuzzled my face further into the crook of his neck.

I soon fell asleep to soothing breaths, and the smell of pine.

****
* Draco *

I woke up in the morning holding a petite body, my wife's body, and a head tucked into my neck. Despite the odd position, I felt very comfortable.

Deciding she wouldn't appreciate this position as much as I do when she wakes up, I carefully extract my limbs from hers, and tip toe downstairs.

After a little bit of confusion about the house's layout, I find an neatly dressed elf setting the table at the breakfast parlour, that was located right off of the kitchen.

Realizing I was in the room, the house elf turned towards me and said "Hello Master, I am Teely" with a slight bow.

"Very well, has the paper been delivered yet." I asked.

"Yes Master, I was just about to place it on the table" the elf said enthusiastically.

I let the house elf  finish setting the table, and just as I sat down to start eating Phillips walked into the parlour. As she started eating she was also simultaneously asking the house elf questions about whether different things were completed throughout the house, from her wardrobe to if the garden has been tended to.

Once she was done questioning the elf and was eating silently, I showed her the newspaper article about the wedding.

She remained stoic, and only commented on how the picture still looked good transferred to the prophet.

This was similar to how the rest of the day went, coexisting with minimal interaction. But, come night she had no qualms cuddling into me as she slept.