Hermione woke early Christmas morning as she had ever since she was a girl.  Severus was awake next to her, holding her.  For a moment she stayed where she was, listening to his heart beating beneath her ear.  For the second night in a row she had slept in the arms of one of her partners, completely content and free of nightmares, and she felt more rested than she had in weeks, despite the lateness of the night before. 