Rain pattered softly against the window behind you, the wind whipped through the air.

“Sleepy?” Severus said softly, your head falling against his shoulder. A page of his book pinched between his finger and his thumb, ready to turn the page.

You were supposed to have been studying with him, reading over his shoulder and answering questions on Dark Arts that he asked you. However, it was all rather boring, and the repetitive, soothing tap of rain against the grand window made you tired.

“Well don’t fall asleep on me we’re only on chapter 19.” Severus tried to make himself sound stern, but the underlying affection for you leaked through.

Severus sighed a little, closing the book that rested in his lap, seeing you so comfortable; so pure, so perfect and so his made Severus’ heart thud in a way he hadn’t felt since Lily started paying attention to him.

He tenderly brushed some hair out your eyes, “fine. We’ll take a break. l don’t make me regret this by failing your NEWTs”