"That's because there's never been a couple as perfect as us," Draco said. He was glad they were in public. Being spared Astoria's wrath for even a few hours was fortunate.
Draco cooed softly as his wife touched his cheek, he always melted like butter when she did that. "It's okay," he wasn't sure what to say, he wasn't use to being the apologized-to rather than the apologizer.
"Then a father is what he'll have," he leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. "Affectionate? For a Potter? How gross. I suppose it could be worse, he could be affectionate for a Weasley. Although there might not be a difference these days."
No matter the fight they'd be having later, he at least could enjoy the party.