Hermione was very glad that her husband didn't drive much. She wasn't as tall as he was, and he always moved the seat back to the point where she couldn't reach the pedals. He did say that he wasn't sure how she managed to get into the car with the seat so close to the wheel.
Viktor was secretly glad that his wife was shorter than him. He had gotten more used to muggle things over the years, but wasn't nearly as comfortable driving a car as she was. He could do it, but he didn't like it. It was the same way that Hermione felt about brooms.
Neither of them was thrilled when they had to drive after the other. And so, Hermione took it on herself to do most of the driving. It was an arrangement that they were both alright with. Even if they wouldn't say it out loud.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot. What happened?