It was Christmas morning, and the chill of the air had prompted them to stay in Hermione's little set of rooms; the tower tended to be rather cold this time of year. Even though her rooms were generally less drafty, they had still run the fire all night, and the two of them were nestled in a pile of blankets. Hermione looked at the sleeping woman fondly, stroking a black lock of hair that had fallen off the pillow; Asher usually woke before her, so she rarely had the chance to watch her sleep in morning light.
She would have watched for longer, but the knowledge that it was Christmas prodded her impatiently. She'd gotten a few gifts for Asher that she wanted to see her open, and she could hear Winky stoking the fire for breakfast.
"Hey," Hermione whispered, coming up onto her elbows and leaning over to nuzzle Asher's neck. "Hey, it's Christmas."
Asher groaned, wiggling away. "Christmas should be made of afternoons," she muttered sleepily. "Yule is better."
"Yule is over, and now it's Christmas, so get up." This was punctuated by a kiss on Asher's cheek. "Or don't you want presents?"
"Too cold for presents," came the mumbled reply.
Hermione felt a devilish smirk come over her face. Unfolding herself from the blankets, she crept over to the pile of presents and selected the long, squashy one, then walked back over to the bed. With a quick flip of her hand, the covers flew off of the sleepy Asher.
A grumpy roar issued from the bed- and stopped when Asher spotted Hermione with the oblong present held in front of her. "I- are you-"
"Wearing your present? I am. And unless you get up and open it, I'll be forced to get dressed."
Asher sat up and grinned. "Merry Christmas to me."