A\N: I do not own any of these lovely characters.
Bedtime was strange. Hermione had almost gotten used to sleeping alone, and it showed as she crawled into the bed. She watched as Severus followed her to the bed room.
"I could sleep on the couch if you'd prefer," he offered sensing her discomfort. She shook her head.
"No. We are married, this is our bed. You should sleep here, with me, like we used to," she stated with an air of certainty. He nodded.
"And tomorrow we are going to go grocery shopping."
"Yes, we'll just have to figure out a way to disguise you, at least for now. Maybe some muggle products?"
"Perhaps, no one would think of it," he agreed sliding into bed wearing just a pair of sleep shorts. Hermione wore an oversized t-shirt. He smiled knowing she had gotten into the habit when they'd started dating and her staying the night with him.
She was asleep within minutes, obvious still tired from the shock of him coming back into her life. The nap earlier left him awake for now. Instead of trying to sleep, he was used to sleeping very little, he pondered the possibilities of his return.
So far, nothing they had come up with made enough sense. Maybe the spell had meant to kill him, but something had gone wrong? Maybe the person's intent wasn't strong enough, or their spell work was weak.
He could think of a few people that would fit those qualifications, unfortunately most of them were dead, or incarcerated. He really had a few too many enemies, once he thought about it. She snored slightly next to him and he couldn't help but smile.
He must have fallen asleep at some point because the sound of Hermione stirring and the bright morning light woke him. She had already slid from the bed and dressed. He rose, sniffed the air, wondered where she had found coffee, and walked into the kitchen.
There was a pot of coffee brewing, and the table was covered with random muggle items. These included a box of hair dye, some contacts, and a lot of makeup.