Severus joined her in the kitchen just as the percolator was starting to bubble.  They ate breakfast, holding hands and drinking coffee, and then Hermione went upstairs for a shower.  When she returned twenty minutes later Severus was sitting in an armchair near the unlit fireplace, reading the Daily Prophet and waiting for her.  He glanced at her, noting the low-cut blouse she’d chosen with a bemused smirk.