The living room glowed with Christmas lights. Draco and Hermione snuggled on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. Outside, snowflakes danced in the night.
Draco's fingers traced gentle patterns on Hermione's back as Crookshanks leaped onto the scene. The ginger cat nestled between them, making itself comfortable. Gray eyes met, and Draco smiled. "Crookshanks wants in on our Christmas cuddle."
Hermione laughed, fingers playing with Draco's hair. "Who can blame him?"
Silence enveloped them, broken only by the crackling fire and Crookshanks's purrs. As midnight approached, Draco kissed Hermione's forehead. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Draco," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around Draco's waist, pulling him closer and inhaling his scent. This was perfect. A perfect Christmas with the love of her life.