Settling into their chairs, they enjoyed their breakfast in companionable quiet, and she couldn’t help but smile at the serene domesticity of it. Instead of feeling remotely uncomfortable in his presence, she felt fully at ease, happy to just be together, and basking in the fact that he seemed to feel the same way. It was ridiculous, she thought, finding this kind of comfort, the type of easy companionship she’s always dreamed of in a partner, in Snape, and yet there they were. And the sex. Oh, Merlin,