Draco snickered at his wife's reaction. "She'd be shocked to find out people think she could be wrong."
Draco cooed again as her hand touched his neck. He had missed his wife's touch. "Swim under the moonlight? Reminds me of that trip to the Greek Isles we took about nine months before Scorpius was born." He smiled at the memory, which always made him wonder why they only ever had one child.
"You make a good point. If a Malfoy married a Potter, the universe would cease to exist," he shrugged his shoulders. "That would be one way to get the Dark Lord to leave our family alone. But, yes, I will take the Astoria-approach and be friendly inquisitive and supportive."
At his wife's comment about Scorpius being afraid of sex, Draco turned and looked confused. "Scared of sex? Merlin's beard, he's still a virgin?" Draco had assumed his son had done the deed awhile ago, not that it was a topic they would ever have discussed.
Draco was glad to have a night when he didn't have to schmooze. "Dance for you? Or dance with you?" He queried, taking his wife's hand and leading her toward the dance floor.