She always watched him when he was asleep. It was the one time of day, the only time, he allowed himself to relax. To expose himself, though it was only for her. No-one else saw him like this. She would often lie on her side of the bed and watch his chest rise and fall. His lips were always parted - not pressed into a firm line like they usually were when he had to deal with the likes of Malfoy or Nott, nor was there an infuriating smirk tugging at them. His breath was hot against her fingertips as she trailed them over his face, his brows twitching at her touch.