Even loves when Isak sleeps next to him, nuzzling his nose into his shoulder.

And I started to feel. Every stroke reminded me of her. About her smell of the sea breeze, a warm blanket in a frozen room; about awkward touches. About pain and resentment, absurdity and stones underfoot, about hot tea. Black tea. With one spoon of sugar. And, perhaps, with cinnamon flavoured.

Neuvillette came into his life suddenly. It remained as echoes of citrus on chapped lips, as ripples on the surface of a smooth lake. The trembling of fingers numb in the cold penetrated all the walls inside. An elusive after-fact of regularity that you feel, but don’t see the root cause. But here she was, the reason, walking side by side, independently intertwining their fingers for the first time in a month. // Neuvillette/Risley AU.

Draco loves to kiss his name on Hermione's wrists. No matter where - in the library, bedroom or corridor - he leaves an invisible seal: the property of Malfoy.