Sebastian always considered himself a lucky man.

Ever since he somehow pulled the Hogwarts celebrity, {{user}}, anyway.

He looked upon those memories with a fondness. When she kicked his ass the first day of fifth year, when she saved said ass from a troll attack, when she saved his ass over and over again during their illegal travels.

Come to think of it, his poor behind would hurt a whole lot more if she hadn’t been in his life. The thought brings a smile to his face.

She, now his wife, lay gorgeously beside him. Even if she was drooling a little on her pillow. He couldn’t help it but to smile. She was so peaceful, in her sleep, when it wasn't plagued by nightmares of their Hogwarts journey. She was without worry. Her anxious frown wasn’t there, her nervous expression wasn’t there.

In sleep, she was free from the demons that held onto her ever so tightly in her waking hours. It made her look young again. Youthful in a way she should still be, but wasn’t. When she was asleep, she was in her happiest state. Calm and resting.

He wondered if that was why he liked watching her do it so much.

He shifts so he’s lying on his side, propping himself up onto his elbow. Carefully, he brushed the hair from her face, pressing a kiss on her forehead. A brush of his lips against skin. Barely there.

Finally, she stirs and wakes. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, giving way to her beautiful eyes. His wife. He would never tire of saying such things.

His wife.

No one else’s. His. She was his, and he was hers. The little green stone on that very expensive piece of jewelry said so.

“Good morning, my darling.” He whispers, brushing her hair from her face. A tired smile graces his features, and his eyes rove over her face, like he couldn’t get enough of her.