Hermione was curled up in her chair near the fireplace. It was her favourite place to read. She loved to curl up tight in the chair, though it was large enough for her to sprawl out if she so chose.
Viktor walked into the room finding her exactly where he expected her to be. She had a good, thick book, and a pot of tea so she wouldn't likely be moving anytime soon. Which wasn't a problem.
He settled into the chair with her, settling her in his lap. She mewled a little with surprise when he moved her, but snuggled into his chest. It was a very cozy place to be.
It was wonderful. Tea, a book, and her husband refusing to let her go. What could be better?