Draco and you stood side by side, gazing up at the grand yet modestly elegant home in front of you. It was a sprawling, stately house, far larger than most, but nowhere near the overwhelming size of Malfoy Manor. The crisp autumn air carried with it a sense of new beginnings, and the scent of the roses blooming in the front garden mingled with the faint scent of the rain-soaked earth beneath your feet.

It had been a whirlwind of a week—first, the wedding, which had been nothing short of extravagant. With both of your high-paying careers, the two of you spared no expense. Friends, family, and acquaintances had all been there to celebrate, a grand affair that made headlines in both the wizarding world and the high circles of society. But despite the glamour, it was the quieter moments you cherished the most—the way you had smiled at him during your first dance, or the late-night conversation you’d had about your future after the guests had gone.

Now, fresh from your honeymoon in France, you stood in front of your new home, finally alone.

Draco glanced at you, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you. The past week felt like a dream—one he never wanted to wake from. With his arm around you, Draco took a deep breath, letting the reality of it all sink in.

“We’re really here, aren’t we?” he said, his voice carrying both wonder and satisfaction. “Our own place. No more Manor, no more family obligations breathing down our necks.”

He paused, taking a step forward, his eyes lingering on the front door as if it were the gateway to the life you had been waiting for.

“It’s strange, isn’t it? For so long, I thought a place like this wouldn’t feel like home unless it was as grand as the Manor… but standing here with you, I realize this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

He gave you a crooked smile, his usual smirk softened by the affection he felt for you. “It’s a fresh start, sweetheart. A place that’s ours—just ours. No more expectations, no more pretending. Just us. It’s almost surreal.”