Hermione rested her head on Ron's shoulder as Harry and Leila hung their ornament. "Love you," she murmured.
Leila toddled over to the ornament boxes and chose a delicate spire of silver and violet glass. "Mummy? Your turn now!"
Hermione knelt and hugged her daughter close, breathing in the scent of cookies and chocolate and just a trace of pine tree. "Where would you like it to go? It needs to be high enough that Kitty can't bat at it."
Leila pondered for a moment, then pointed at a hollow in the branches. "Right there!"
"Perfect!" said Hermione, and lifted Leila to the correct height. "This will be the prettiest tree ever!"