Eyes closed as a giddy Fleur guided her around their shared home, Hermione was worried. That morning at work, her girlfriend had sent her a patronus saying that she had a surprise and that while he was older than she thought he would be, he was exactly what their home was missing.
Hermione’s best guess was that Fleur had adopted a pet, but what could ‘he’ be? And why would she do that without consulting her first? Not once had they talked about getting a companion for Crookshanks.
“Open your eyes,” Fleur whispered excitedly in her ear.
Hermione took their living room in. The only noticeable change was the couch, which had been replaced by a worn-out red one that suspiciously looked like it belonged to the Gryffindor common room. She saved that question for later, though.
“Where is he?” Hermione asked when she couldn’t find the new pet.
“Here! Isn’t he big enough?” Fleur was pointing to the couch. “I wanted to take the armchairs too but Harry said that Filch was on his way.”
“It really is the one from Hogwarts!”
“Of course, you always complain that there is no couch as comfortable as him!”
“Him?” Hermione sighed in relief. “We use ‘it’ to refer to a couch in English, you know?”
“What? No, it's le canapé.” Fleur’s pout was endearingly cute. “I won’t let you misgender him!”
Hermione laughed at her girlfriend's antics before capturing her lips in a kiss. “He’s perfect, just like you. Thank you.”