A radiant stream of silver spills through the window, bathing the wild curls that splay across her pillow in a glittering luminescence that makes her chestnut tendrils glow like golden blades of wheat basking under a high summer sun. Haunting the only corner the light fails to touch, Severus watches her sleep. Night after night he comes here, tracing the soft curve of her cheek with his dark gaze, the smooth slope of her delicate nose, the gentle swell of her lower lip...