Severus, for the first time in years, smiled as he woke with the nude form of Fleur tucked into his arm in his bed. Christmas had come and gone, and not having to leave this bedroom for over 24 hours was the best present he had ever gotten. He leaned over and kissed her temple, then her cheek, and woke her as he pecked her lips. I won't have to hide this now; I am in love and she is my... Severus didn't think the term "girlfriend" was appropriate for someone at his age, and lover seemed unnecessarily risque.