“You have to be fucking kidding me, Granger! I am not putting that shit in my house” Draco Malfoy said in a horrified tone and glared at a brown reindeer with blinking Christmas lights hanging from it’s neck and down.

“Oh, come on, Draco. It’s adorable and it’s perfect now that it’s Christmas”, she said excited with that damn smile she knew he couldn’t resist. It had been two weeks since he had asked Hermione to move in with him, and she had happily agreed - it was the best sex Draco had ever had - and now she had demanded they would buy new things for their home.

Growling, he eyed the reindeer with suspicion, and sighed defeated. “Fine, but we are not putting that in our bedroom. I don’t want it looking at me when I’m fucking you”, he finally said, smirking at the blush that appeared in her cheeks. Maybe he could get used to this. Maybe.

Oh, who was he kidding? He could definitely get used to this.

“I’m sure this will go perfectly fine in our home,” a smile tugged on the corner of her lips, and his expression softened slightly. Their home. “Yeah, it’s not all that too bad,” he mumbled. It confused him how comfortable and.. different he was around her. Maybe she changed him. Maybe she changed him for the better. Maybe.