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The Wizard who Never Sleeps
When he returned he found her curled up around his pillow, her skin ivory in the glow of the candles. He stared tenderly down at her for a long moment before kicking off his boots and turning to his dresser.
"Severus?" She blinked sleepily at him.
He eased a flannel shirt over his head and turned back to her, sleeping pants slung low on his narrow hips. "Go back to sleep."
He dropped in next to her. She suspected he wouldn't sleep with her beside him, but she doubted he would have slept with the intruders in the house anyhow.
Writers Choice: Ivory, #99