A/N

This is the first piece of published fan fiction writing I've done... ever. It was done for a D/G challenge on LiveJournal for the Last Drabble Writer Standing Community - 'Drabble and a Movie' Challenge. It was beta-ed by the lovely writermerrin, in all her charity. The prompt was Disney so I chose one of my all time faves (the title kind of gives it away). Read, review, tell me what you think. All critique is welcome, even flames, as I think they'll give me a giggle. If you do like it, who knows, I may write more.

Its three am, dark, cold and impossibly quiet. I know that's to be expected from the middle of December, but it still catches me by surprise. This is a far cry from the Burrow with its squeaky stairs and rattling pipes and noisy ghoul, and I can't quite come to terms with the fact that all of this is mine. That he is all mine.

A faint moan catches my ear, breaking the silent stillness of the massive bedroom, and I look over to the blond on the pillow next to mine. The moonlight from the window illuminates his pale chest, and he appears to glisten. He is pale and toned and unblemished but for the thin, light scar across his chest from where Harry had cursed him in his sixth year. Beyond that Draco is perfect.

I get up from the bed as quietly as possible and don the silk robe by the bed, knowing that sleep is long gone and now I have only my thoughts for company. As I make my way towards the window, the light catches the ring on my left hand, and I'm taken back again by the fact that I have a husband. That he is my husband. Once upon a time this play would have had a very different leading man; but among life's surprises come the biggest – I have no regrets. In another life, I would be happy to be Mrs. Harry Potter, but like all things in life, he too has changed. Defeating the Dark Lord changed him irrevocably and turned him into someone no one likes. A beast in the Boy-who-lived.

Looking out at the expanse of garden at Malfoy Manor, I feel excited, anxious and overwhelmed. Will I make a good Mrs. Malfoy? It seems a little too late to ask that question. I do not doubt his ability to be a good husband. If anything, he was the biggest surprise of all. He is perfect. Sure, he's still moody, snarky and sarcastic. And Merlin knows he is a prat most of the time, but it's those moments when we are alone and all is silent and still that show beauty in the Slytherin 'beast'.

'Let them think what they want, Gin' he says. 'You know better and that is all that matters'. My husband really is snarky and sarcastic, but I know the beauty in the beast.