"Good morning, Granger," she whispered sweetly in his ear. He hummed contently in the dark as she slipped out of bed.
"I put the kettle on for you, Granger." He cracked an eye open, glaring at the voice calling from down the hall. Surrendering to an earlier Saturday start than he would've preferred, the wizard sighed and threw the covers off.
"Could you please feed Crooks, Granger?" He scowled at the honeyed voice behind the bathroom door, but complied, earning a happy greeting from the orange beast. After pouring himself a cup of tea, the blonde sat at the kitchen table with the Prophet.
"Have you seen my agenda, Granger? I've misplaced it." Dropping the paper with a quirked eyebrow, he caught her amber eyes glinting with humor. His wife's green planner sat next to him in clear view.
"I know you're excited that my name change paperwork came through yesterday, but I may lose my mind before the day is through if you don't stop." Hermione smiled widely as Draco narrowed his eyes. In two quick steps she was on his lap, pressing her soft lips to his.
"I love you, Granger," she murmured.
"I love you too, Granger."