Draco was watching Astoria from his position leant up against the bar, nursing a glass of nettle wine. She looked beautiful - she always looked beautiful but today, their wedding day, she looked especially so. He couldn’t help but watch as she threw back her head and laughed at something Jonas, Daphne’s husband, had said, her hand gripping his sleeve to steady herself, her other hand pressed to her chest. She was ethereal on a good day, but today she looked positively otherworldly, and he counted himself blessed that she loved him as much as he loved her.