There was one thing that Hermione loved about being shorter than Viktor, and it was the ability to fit into his shirts rather nicely. If she did say so herself. She wore them around the house as dresses, but put pants on if she had to leave the house.
She loved the way the fabric billowed and flowed on her, and how it smelled. The smell was the best part because it smelt of Viktor. His soap and the scent that was just him. She couldn't really explain it.
Viktor found it amusing when she wore his shirts and jerseys. They were much too large for her, drooping over her small frame. But he loved the way that she marked her territory by wearing them. And he especially loved seeing the word Krum when she wore his jerseys.
She was dancing and dusting in one of his shirts when he came home from practice. He stood in the floo for a moment, just watching her. She wasn't paying him any attention, focused more on the song than the task at hand.
The neck of his jersey was hanging off her left shoulder, exposing some of the flesh underneath. He loved seeing his wife in his jerseys, even if he would never tell her that. But he couldn't even bring himself to be mad when she stole them from him.
"How vas your day?" he asked.
She stopped singing, turning around with a huge grin on her face. "Not too bad. I got a lot done, and I'm excited for the weekend to get here.
Viktor wasn't playing a game, and Hermione had managed to clear her schedule. It was nice to get a day just to the two of them.
Viktor leaned down to kiss her, and all thoughts disappeared.