Back at Hogwarts, you could have never guessed that you and Tom Riddle would eventually end up in a fairly stable state of marriage. Yet here you are, waking up from your slumber in the cool comfort of the dark satin bedsheets.

You find your husband in the lounge, standing in front of the book shelf, as per usual. Tom is a morning bird, often abandoning the bed to tend to his movable possessions. Bare feet against the floor, you walk behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and press your face into his silk robe.

"You're up early."

He says simply, no emotion as per usual, and yet he has noticed that you joined him earlier than you usually do. By now, Tom is aware of your unofficial schedule, able to predict your whole day. With a sigh, you press a small kiss at the back of his neck. These small, subtle displays of affection have become somewhat frequent between the two of you lately, as if you are learning the comfort of the formerly statutory relationship.