Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. I own nothing. Except this sad panda face which proves that I don't own Harry Potter. This is the first out of a few planned drabbled I have for this pair- I love me Rowezar 3 (if there's an actual term for them let me know, because Slytherclaw, Salwena and Ravenrin all kinda sound… you know… stupid) Read and Review!

My foot is going numb…

Rowena tried to pry her leg from under her sleeping companion to no avail. For the last year this had been their routine- do the rounds around the hallways, finish up marking homework in bed together in the candlelight until the early hours and then fall asleep together in a tangled mess of quills and limbs.

It's not that Rowena minded it however; sure it was exhausting but it was all so rewarding. Knowing that she and her friends were making a marked difference for their people and the future renewed her vigour. Knowing that she had a warm bed and a loving embrace to end the day with filled her heart with strength. Looking over to the man next to her she couldn't help but allow a tired smile cross her face. Normally a man full of grace and elegance, a man with such sophistication and control over every facet of his being- was currently sprawled haphazardly across her bed. His face was bathed in the unearthly glow of the stars making his usual pallor seem almost ethereal. He was a beautiful man indeed. Opaque ebony strands of hair sticking up in odd directions crowned his head and her pillows. It's almost reaching his shoulders now, she thought absentmindedly as she ran her fingers through the silky hairs smirking to herself as he unknowingly leant further into her touch, It really does suit him, it makes him look even more regal than he already is. Maybe he'd let me braid it. Shaking her head in laughter she let her fingers trace the smooth skin of his temple down his high cheekbones, the bridge of his aristocratic nose and then over his mouth.

His mouth. His perfectly shaped mouth.

A part of his body that had held her attention for many different reasons for as long as she could remember. From his mouth came the most beautiful thoughts, inspiring words and ideas. His mouth taught the children of their school and kept them in line, his mouth let magic come to life and his mouth could make her laugh and moan and scream. Yet she noticed the harsh lines that were beginning to form around the corners of his lips, angry lines starting to bury themselves into his skin showing the other uses of his mouth. The spiteful and hate fuelled words he'd spit at Muggleborns, the terror he inflicted when he casted spells that stank of something darker and the pain he caused when he screamed and yelled at all of them about his beliefs, his fears and his plans… but all while nothing wounded her more than his silence.

But… his mouth was still. No good things… no bad things… just still. As still and peaceful as the rest of him. Without watching him teach, without watching him fight with Godric over God knows what… he was still a young man in his prime who looked happy to be in bed with the woman he loved. When he was asleep he looked complete. As he turned over Rowena took the opportunity to steal her leg back and tried to rub some feeling back into it.

"... You know watching me sleep isn't exactly the same thing as sleeping yourself Ro" he muttered into the pillow while slowly letting one eye creak open to peer up at her.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked not paying too much attention to him as she fussed with her pillows fighting the blush staining her cheeks. He couldn't have known I was watching him. He's not that good of an actor.

"I'm an amazing actor and you know it"

"Stop doing that! I hate when you do that! It's an unfair advantage," she shrieked as she swatted his face with a pillow. "It's creepy Laz- no one should be able to listen in on one's thoughts or delve into memories…" He pulled himself up to a seated position until he was eye level with her. He let his nose rub hers ever so slightly in a private display of unbridled affection.

"There's not one memory or thought or dream that you could ever have that would be secret to me Ro… not because you couldn't hide them from me from your mind… but you have never been able to hide them from your eyes. Your eyes tell me more than you could ever think… But," he raised his eyebrows and his voice to interrupt her before she interrupted him, "but if you really don't like it… I will refrain from using it on you." He quickly pecked the tip of her nose letting his lips flutter over her face with sporadic butterfly kisses. "Besides, almost every one of your memories have me in them or are about me and I am going to make sure all of your new ones will have me in them too… Now- sleep"

He pulled them both down under the sheets, kicking away ink bottles and parchment off the bed as he did so. After a moment or two of settling in they found comfort in each other's arms with Salazar's chin resting atop her head. His heart beat strong and steady in her ears, a smooth confident rhythm lulling her to sleep. She smiled to herself, as much as she loved his mouth she had to admit his arms were just as fascinating. Solid and toned, long and refined- tools for his potions, weapons in a duel… instruments to hold her so unbelievably close to him sometimes she thought she'd break- his arms were her shields. Always have been, always will be.

"Laz…" she whispered her voice tinged with drowsiness, her fingers playing with the buttons on his night shirt.

"Mmmmph?"

"I think you need to go on a diet. I tried getting my leg out from under you before and I couldn't even budge it… I had no idea that black and dark green were so slimming! I'd never have guessed that you were such a little glutton under all those layers! But seriously I think those House Elves are putting a little extra butter in your-"

With a speed she forgot he had he quickly pinned her down and began torturing her with his fingers- searching, exploring, prodding… every bloody ticklish spot he could find. Rowena loves the quiet moments where she was lost in her thoughts about life but right now- their rustling sheets, their excited breathing and their muffled laughter bouncing around the room and the feeling of contentment she had- is the reason why she keeps breathing.