A/N: So I ended up writing my elongated summary of the whole piece, like I do sometimes when I brainstorm and get an idea down. And then I ended up writing the whole thing.

Welp.

Enjoy this spasm of my fingers :) I know I do. (also, any owners of cats, have you ever had that moment where a cat decides the best place to sleep is on your face? Yeah, that's always fun)

Summary: Theo wakes up, disturbed by a rainstorm, and ends up savoring the image of his sleeping wife in bed next to him.

Words: 475

Prompts:

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: Mix and Match

Color: Azure

Character: Theodore Nott

Action: Sleeping

"Rain on the Window Panes"

The wee hours of the morning after their wedding, Theodore could only stare in amazement at his wife as she slept. Covered in an azure bedspread, she laid on her stomach, one arm tucked under her stack of pillows, the other clutching a bundle of extra blankets to herself, as if needing the extra comfort. Her dark brown curls splayed on the pillow next to her, and he knew underneath the blankets that her legs were curled up in the tightest ball imaginable. She was worn out.

Yesterday had been full of bright lights and loud sounds, and she often got sensory overload from it all. She would be cranky today, but the longer he let her sleep, the better she would feel.

A soft rain pitter pattered at the window pane. It was actually what had woken him at–Theo squinted at the Muggle digital clock on their bedside table–four in the morning. Biting back a curse, he turned his gaze back to his wife's bare back. The wedding had gone until midnight, and then he and his wife had stayed up a further two hours to enjoy the night together.

Two hours of sleep. No wonder I feel so cruddy, Theo thought to himself. He drew close to his wife–his wife! They were finally married!–and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. She made a small noise at the disturbance but thankfully didn't wake up.

A scratching at the door suddenly permeated the silence of the room. Knowing full well what that noise meant, Theo got up and cracked open the door.

Crookshanks sauntered in as if he owned the place, rubbing himself against Theo's bare leg in a claim of ownership. With a small amused huff, Theo silently padded back to bed, the half-kneazle following him. They had originally kicked the cat out so he wouldn't disturb their sexy time, but now that it was sleep time, Crookshanks obviously felt entitled to their bed.

Slipping back into bed, Theo curled himself around his wife, ready to fall back asleep. Annoyingly so, Crookshanks decided the best place to plot himself was in between Theo's throat and the back of his wife's head.

Blowing cat hair out of his mouth, he glared at the orange menace for a moment before lifting his head and pressing the cat down into the pillow with his cheek. Crookshanks shifted slightly to get more comfortable before tucking his head under his paw in a contorted stretch that only a cat could do, pressing his back firmly against Theo's cheek.

With a sigh, Theo closed his eyes and held his wife as close as he could. He could deal with the damn cat in the morning. Tonight, he would fall back asleep to the sound of Hermione's soft breathing, and the noise of the rain on the window panes.