He was watching her sleep, she could feel his gaze. It was something of a shock the first night it happened, but now she viewed it as comforting.
He was well within his bounds to do so of course, being her husband, but it was so against his nature it made her feel special, as if she were someone he would remove his mask for. Never in day light though, never when he thought anyone was looking.
No, in a few hours he would slip out of the room, into his own bed. In the morning there would be no mention of it. Indeed he would barely speak two words to her as he left to teach his classes.
It was only now that she could enjoy his presence, lying there with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Only now could she feel the man behind his disguise, and love him for it.
Tomorrow he would be Professor Snape, and she plain, old Hermione, but in the dark of her rooms, they were husband and wife. Even if he didn't know she could feel his gaze.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter