Chapter 13
“Get that hideous thing off the furniture right now!”
“You can’t call something hideous just because it doesn’t mean anything to you!”
“It ruins the whole aesthetic of the room! The eye is drawn to your gaudy throw!”
Hermione sniffed and clutched her blanket in her hand, shaking it at Draco. “I should buy more! I should change all the green in this flat to red and gold! “ and as if willing it into existence, all of a sudden all the furniture started to take on the colors and textures of the Gryffindor standard room. Panic filled Draco’s features as his hideously expensive Italian leather sofa turned into a bright scarlet chintz. Tears rolled down her cheeks and slowly all his possessions started to change in the waves of magic rolling off her.
“Wait wait! Okay!” He put a hand on either side of her arms. “Stop!” Hermione stopped but glared at him, chin jutted out as if daring him to make her do it again. “What’s this really about?”
She ran a loving finger over her Gryffindor house throw blanket still clutched in her hands. “I moved into your place, with your things. It doesn’t feel like my house yet, or more importantly, our home.” Slowly the things around them started to turn back to their original colors as she calmed.
Draco wrapped her in his arms. “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’ll clear out some of the decor and let you put anything you want.”
She sniffed again. “ Anything?
He snorted. "Yes even the hideous blanket."