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She had insisted on decorating the common room this year. The elves brought the figurines, the never-melt snow, the balls, lights and tinsel for the tree, and then she kindly shooed them away. They wouldn't leave until she acquiesced to a cup of chocolate and a plate of biscuits.
With a fire started and the wireless on, she started placing things here and there; a village on the bookshelf behind the couch, a nativity scene by the fireplace. She arranged these with care, soon losing herself in the music and singing along.
He watched her from his room, his books open, but not studying. When she started to decorate the tree he found himself walking out of his room - surely not of his own volition - and towards her. "Want help?" he heard himself ask.
She spun her head toward him, suddenly silent, but she smiled and handed him the ornament she was about to hang.
He took the ornament, hung it, and took another. He watched her, and slowly he began to see what Theo was on about. As she draped the tinsel on the tree, it seemed like the red and silver of the tinsel made her face even warmer, the light in her eyes even brighter.
And when she handed him a mug of chocolate and sat down beside him to view their handiwork, he was sure the Dark Lord would forgive him this mistake, as he turned his head and caught her lips with his.