"My darling?" Draco calls, his voice echoing off of the walls of the marbled Malfoy manor that he calls home alongside his sweet wife.

It was no secret that Draco Lucius Malfoy adored his wife. From his arm around her waist walking down the streets of London to the tender way he held her hand as she stepped from the floo network, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his wife. He thought she was perfect, from the moment he met her he knew no one could compare to his favourite girl. He showered her with luxuries, only needing her love in return.