The 25th of December 1975
-Heart-
Their legs are intertwined on the faded couch in Severus' living room, her socks are touching his bare feet and he can almost feel the life running through her.
A strand of her hair has stuck to his cheek, but she doesn't seem to realise.
Her eyes are half closed, her hands wrapped around her eggnog, the side of her lip between her teeth in concentration.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" She questions, her drooping eyes now wide, they penetrate his memories, searching for hidden meanings in his silence.
He can no longer hide the smell of alcohol and the dark bruises he once thought of as snowflakes.
"I, I guess I didn't want you to pity me."
She moves closer to him, setting her eggnog on the coffee table and placing a hand over his heart.
"I will never pity you Sev, because I love what is in here," she taps his heart in illustration, "in here."
He nods, his eyes trailing to crumpled wrapping paper on the carpet.
She pecks his lips playfully with her own, her breath like honey.
"I know," he whispers, "I know."