Hermione Malfoy was baking a cake. It was an anniversary, but not the kind one would have expected her to be celebrating. It wasn't a birthday, wedding anniversary, or anything of that kind.
It was ten years to the day that Hermione had punched Draco back in their third year. It was that day that Draco started acting more and more like a decent human being. And ultimately it was what had led to them being married.
She had just pulled the cake out of the oven when the door to their "small" flat opened. The flat was larger than some people's whole houses, but compared to the manor it was tiny. It was the smallest place Hermione could get Draco to agree on.
"Something smells good," Draco said as he came into the kitchen. He kissed his wife on the cheek. "What's the occasion?"
"If you can't remember I can always give you a reenactment," Hermione teased.
Draco groaned. "I was hoping that you would forget."
Hermione smirked. "I don't think I could forget the best event of my third year. I finally got to show you that I wasn't just some pushover who you could intimidate into falling into line."
"I'm just glad I learnt my lesson."
"Me too."