Summary
"Malfoy hasn't taken his eyes off you all night," Harry says beside her, sipping his champagne flute with a knowing grin. Hermione bristles. "I know. I've felt his stare since the moment I walked in." "Can you blame him?" Harry laughs, the sound light and soft. "He's your husband, after all." A marriage law Dramione one-shot that is literally just a vessel for PWP.