"It’s perfect. Show me the inside." Of course, Narcissa had taken the lead in decorating the interior. She had been insistent that she understood Hermione’s taste and could make the cottage perfect and he was not disappointed. The house was magnificent, it was filled with soft touches and clutter that made it already look well lived in. Pictures of their "perfect wedding" hung in the living room. Hermione had looked beautiful that day, and the wedding had been everything his Mother and Pansy had dreamed of. A picture hung in their bedroom, a beautiful moment captured of their first kiss that night at the Vineyard. Luckily she looked so fucking beautiful, it was easy to miss that the portrait had clearly captured the tear running down his own cheek. The nursery had been decorated in soft sage green and cream, with warm deep wood accents. But there was one room, he had not allowed Narcissa to touch. 