He merely smirked and gestured for her to read. She opened the book to the page he had marked. As she began to read, Snape rested his head on the back of the lounge and closed his eyes. She didn’t know how long they had been there, but the book had long ago dropped to the ground, and once more Hermione found herself snuggled against Snape’s side, the man himself with his eyes closed, breathing softly. She reached an arm up a little way and let her fingertips graze Snape’s cheekbone and down to the slightly rough stubble beginning to grow on his chin.