I love that you took Astoria's perspective here. And as a rabid fangirl sending Harry presents!

I loved how her perspective on her husband included: Draco liked to have sex on the bed, in the dark, and he wanted it to be short and efficient. And dull. And in the end finds him tied to the bed, spread-eagled and glistening from sweat, his pale skin covered with bites and bruises, and yet, his expression was euphoric. Oh and what a picture that is! *g* Especially with: Harry Potter lay between her husband's thighs, thrusting savagely, his expression neither kind, nor modest, nor harmless. Oh the hotness!