It had started out like this: Granger in an awful muggle wedding dress, too frilly for his taste, mind you, and himself looking smart as ever in a set of Sir Grecian dress robes.

Then there was that awfully cramped apartment of hers with just one room. One room! Ha! He’d expected a library, at the very least. But there had only been a bookshelf. It was bare and white with more glass than walls, really, that he’d wondered at how Granger maintained any sense of privacy. 

“Quaint,” his mother had said, and he knew it was the politest thing she could find to say about the place.

And so began the obstacle course of trying to navigate through his marriage in the tiniest box he had ever lived in. It was fine, he’d tell himself as he tried to sleep in the glaring light from the dining room table. It was fine, he’d tell himself when he bumped his elbow inside the muggle shower-box. It was fine, and surprisingly, Draco found that it was. Before long, he could navigate through the room without accidentally tripping over things, he could sleep to the tap tap of Granger’s pen against the table. He found that he only minded slightly that Granger took more than half of the bed.

But when they got back from the Healer’s office a few months later, Draco had to put his foot down. 

“We are moving,” he declared, “This room isn’t big enough for another person.”

“It’s an apartment, Draco.”

“I only see four walls and one exit. It’s a room, Granger.”

“Not all of us grew in a castle, Malfoy.”

The house they finally managed to agree on was much, much smaller than he would have liked. It had only two floors and just three bedrooms, one kitchen, a living space that doubled as a dining room, and no private garden. No gazebos. Not even a small pond or a Quidditch pitch. It was no place to raise a child in, but Draco did agree that the house was much spacier compared to their previous one room, and it was located in the beautiful countryside, and yes, he could play Quidditch in the empty field next to the lake ten minutes away from the house.

Granger settled into the house like a cat does to an empty box. She made quick work of their front yard, turning out the sparse ground into a bed of flowers and a small vegetable patch. In the mornings, he woke up to the smell of freshly baking bread, or cakes, or cookies, because Granger had taken a sudden liking to baking. In the afternoons, all the little neighbourhood ladies sat in their living room, munching on Granger’s baked goods and gossiping with voices that should have been too frail to gossip. At night, he tossed and turned in their empty bed, waiting for Granger to finish up her work in the small library they had made of the third room.

He had never thought he would, but Draco found himself missing the small room he’d lived in before. He missed always having her around, he missed doing different thing in the same room, side by side. He missed how close the small space had brought her to him. This house with its three rooms and gossiping visitors seemed too large for just the two of them.

He need not have worried. Soon enough, the house was ringing with the noise of not one, but two infants, who took it upon themselves to compete in screaming matches in the early hours of morning. Then they became old enough to direct their screaming into words. Gradually, the house seemed too small for the four of them, especially if he and Granger wanted any quiet at all. 

“The Manor is all yours’,” his mother told them, “Why don’t you move in? You and Hermione won’t need to worry about finding daycare for the children anymore. You can’t keep flooing them over to Molly Weasley or me every morning.”

“Your mother is right, you know,” Granger said one night, from the twin bed across him. Tonight, the children had decided that it was simply unfair that mummy and daddy got to sleep in the bigger room.  “Maybe it’s time we moved into the Manor. It would certainly be more convenient for everyone. We wouldn’t need to get up so early in the morning, or wake the children up at night when we come home late.”

“Are you sure?”

“Does your family really keep white peacocks?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m sure. Besides, I’m tired of having to lug books back from the library.”

It was with a heavy heart that Draco agreed. Malfoy Manor had stopped being home so long ago, when the Dark Lord had decided he rather liked the looks of it and given himself an open invitation to the house. He knew that the first memory Granger had had at his house hadn’t been pleasant either. So he was surprised when Granger suggested the move. 

Rose and Hugo loved the old house. They adored the white rabbits and peacocks Mother kept as pets, loved their grand, separate bedrooms, and simply how much mischief they could get into in a house of that size.

Granger settled into Malfoy Manor in much the same manner as she had to their first house. If she recognized the room she had been tortured in, she gave little notice. Perhaps that was partly due to the fact that he had taken upon himself to tear down the room and completely change its entire design and purpose shortly after they had decided to get married. She loved the kitchen in the manor, although it would be a bit of a stretch to say she could cook as well as she baked. Still, the house elves humored her. 

Best of all, Granger loved the library that came with the house. It was there he would find her at the end of a busy day, curled up on one of the armchairs with a mug of steaming cocoa in one hand a book propped open against her legs.

It is almost all of Saiino shippers are like that xD from " the ship that didn't make sense" to "wow They were made for each other" lol.

Kishi accidentally made a good ship indeed.

That scene sure added more lifespan in me. and lol not gonna lie, I did skip thru everything just to see that scene. But I saw some part of Sasuke and Sakura. I think they did well considering how SP could ruin every sakura’s scenes. There are some Sarada and Sasuke part I reallly love as well. I really thought I wasn’t gonna enjoy much of Parent Child Episodes But so far they all are fun and lovely. And fullmarks for them for Yamanaka just bcuz of the last one frame they did. And it was wholesome.

WHAA U ARE REREADING MY SAIINO COMIC!!?