It had been months since the wedding, two years since the war, and Draco still carried marriage like a badge of honour. He dropped my wife into conversation with deliberate flourish, held your hand in public as though daring anyone to question it, and smirked whenever he caught people staring.

But when it came to you — just you — the control frayed.

He couldn’t keep his hands off, not even in the most ordinary moments. A palm too high on your thigh at dinner, a hand sliding around your waist in Diagon Alley, his lips brushing the shell of your ear when he knew you’d blush.

And when you teased him for it, he came undone in ways he’d never admit.

One evening, after another round of him pulling you against him the moment the door shut, you laughed into his kiss. “Merlin, Draco. You’re obsessed.”

He froze, pulled back just enough to glare at you, eyes sharp and storm-grey. “I am not obsessed,” he said crisply, though his thumb was still stroking your jaw like he hadn’t realised it.

You smirked, enjoying the rare crack in his armour. “You are. Can’t keep your hands off me for five minutes. You’re practically feral.”

The tips of his ears went pink — infuriating him further. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m perfectly composed.”

“Composed?” You raised a brow, brushing your lips deliberately slow against his just to prove your point. “You nearly tackled me the second we got home.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s called affection,” he snapped, though his voice had gone lower, rougher, betraying him. “You should be grateful a Malfoy chooses to waste his time doting on you.”

You only grinned, maddeningly unbothered. “Wasting, is it? Thought you were worshipping.”

The sound he made was somewhere between a growl and a groan, pressing his forehead against yours like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss you or scold you. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, voice harsh with frustration — and then softer, almost desperate: “Merlin help me, I bloody am obsessed.”

And just like that, he kissed you again, almost angry at how much he needed it, at how much he needed you.