He felt the bed shift. Turning he watched as she stood and rose from it. She wrapped her arms around her midsection, and he smiled as he watched the goosebumps rise on her arms. She pulled the covers with her as she went, and he stretched and groaned at the lost warmth of the duvet.

"Where are you going?" he asked pulling himself up and watching as she sat at the vanity. Her eyebrows were pulled together, she struggled to wrap the blanket tighter around herself as she picked up a hairbrush and began to slowly brush out her curls.

"I couldn't sleep. We have to get up soon anyways." She shrugged. "Why is it always so cold here?" He laughed as he pulled on his sweats, he lit the fireplace with a wave of his hand and moved closer to her. She sighed as he approached and kissed the top of her head. She leaned back into him allowing him to pull the blanket tighter over her shoulder.

"If you had stayed in bed you wouldn't be cold. We still have time to go back to bed if you'd like" He wrapped his arms around her and met her eyes in the large mirror, she smiled slightly and smacked at his hands. Her smile didn't reach her eyes and his heart fluttered slightly in his chest "What's the matter love." He asked resting his head on her shoulder.

"Do you ever find yourself afraid. Afraid of something that you don't think will ever happen but when it does you know it will crush you."

"That's very deep for this early in the morning." He said pressing his lips to the crease between her brow and walking to the end table. "Usually that kind of talk should happen after a good dinner and some wine. Don't throw psychology at me this early in the morning."

"oh hush." She said smiling as she returned to brushing out her curls. He smiled and left the room, walking to the kitchen to start the tea. What was he afraid of. He laughed slightly as he placed the tea into the water and watched as the dark leaves seeped into the clear water. He rolled his shoulders and felt the tension building behind his neck. He was afraid of many things, the War had taught him nothing but fear. There was only one thing that truly scared him anymore.

He grabbed the cups and made his way back up the stairs.

She smiled when she saw him walking into the room, her eyes lit up and her hands stopped fiddling with the braid that she had accomplished in his absence. He handed her a cup and she sat it down on the table and took his hand instead.

"Whats wrong? Is it something I said, I'm sorry Draco, I had a dream and I just couldn't shake it and it shouldn't have" he placed a finger over her lips to stop her and turned her back towards the mirror.

"Look In the mirror." She rolled her eyes and obliged. "you asked if I was afraid of something, and I am, more afraid of this than I have been of most things in my life." Her eyebrows pulled together again as she thought about this.

"Draco, you don't have to"

"Its you."

"Me." She said turning towards him, he turned her back and met her eyes.

"I'm afraid that one day you're going to wake up. Come sit at this table like you do every morning, and I'll go down to get the tea and that will be the day. After all we've been through, all we put up with outside this house. The looks and the questions. One day you're going to watch me leave and turn back to this mirror and it will happen. You'll realize just how amazing you are, how anyone would be lucky to have you by their side and you will get up. Get dressed. And leave."

"Draco." Her shoulders slumped and her hand fiddled with the necklace around her neck.

"I would understand of course. Wouldn't hold a grudge. But that is the one thing in this world that scares me more than I think even I understand." He placed a kiss to her cheek and rose from the floor to rummage in the closet.

He turned and watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned him to approach her.

"I think we need just a bit longer here." She said as he approached her and placed a kiss on her lips. "I chose this, I knew what I was getting into and I chose this life. I wouldn't have it any other way." She murmured as his lips danced with hers.

The day would come, nothing good ever stayed, but he would enjoy every moment until then.