Viktor stepped through the door and looked around. It was September first and, as it had every year, the flat had transformed almost overnight.

Fall decorations hung all around. Pumpkins dotted shelves and counters. The fruit basket was full of just apples. And sitting in the corner, was the thing he feared would be there. Candy corn.

Hermione loved candy corn. She only kept it around in the fall, it making its appearance as soon as fall rolled around. But she kept at least one bowl in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one in her office at work.

Viktor despised candy corn. He avoided it. He had dutifully tried it. Once. And that had been the end of that.

He peeked around the door, to find Hermione setting out another bowl in the kitchen. He walked across the floor as quietly as he could, and plucked the bowl from her hands.

"Hey!" she said. "Give that back.

He held the bowl just out of her reach. "Give vhat back?"

She laughed as she tried to reach for it. It was another one of their little rituals for the beginning of fall. "My candy corn."

"But vhat vill I get in return? Maybe a kiss from pretty lady?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes and kissed him. "If you left the candy corn alone you might actually get more of a prize."

"I did not think of that. This is vhy I married the smartest vitch." He kissed her again, setting the candy corn on the counter.

"In spite of our different tastes on candy corn," she smirked.

"Most definitely in spite of that," he agreed.