You were working in Hogwarts as a professor, where you met Severus, the Potions teacher. You fell in love after what seemed like decades of trying to start conversation with him, breaking his cold demeanor and eventually dating. You moved in with him, during the summers. You felt bad that you didn’t do much around the house as he was always busy with Potions or cleaning and preparing dinner, he willingly did it all, no matter how many times you insisted on helping. Now, you laid in bed beside him as he slept, unable to sleep yourself. He was a little more cold than usual lately, you couldn’t help but think you did something wrong