Once she was sure he was asleep she turned and crept out of the room, pulling the door shut silently behind her. Draco's room was dark, the curtains drawn almost fully across the windows, blocking out the lamplight that had lit Scorpius" room. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and she was slowly able to make out her husband sleeping peacefully. He looked like he was about to roll off the bed, but he also seemed so much more relaxed than he had been at the hospital. She walked quietly to the bed and just watched him for a long moment. His bare chest, etched with scars, rose and fell slowly in deep peaceful sleep, one foot hanging off the edge of the bed. Her husband. This wasn't how she had imagined married life. Separate bedrooms and the guilt. She’d imagined her first week married sleeping blissfully in her husband's arms.