Relapse
Andrea hung back for a few minutes as she spoke with several of the other professors. She wanted to give Severus a few minutes alone before heading back to their rooms. As they great hall was dwindling to its last occupants, she wished the others a good night and headed off towards the dungeon stairs.
She entered their chambers and closed the door behind her. Looking around she found him sitting in the chair under the window. He hadn't bothered to rouse the fire or light any of the candles along the wall.
Andrea stepped into the dark room, her arms pulling her robes closer around her against the cold. "Severus." She whispered quietly as she walked towards him. She noticed a glass of fire whisky in his hand as his head turned towards her voice.
Her hand reached out and touched his shoulder for a moment before applying gentle pressure to his tense muscles. The man closed his eyes and sighed, after a long moment he reached back and took her hand in his.
Under the gently light of the moon through the window, they both watched as he traced patterns on the back of her hand with his thumb. Neither knew how much time had passed before Severus lifted the glass to his lips and tipped the remaining liquid into his mouth. It burned the back of his throat as he stood from the chair and faced Andrea, bringing his eyes to hers.
She waited in front of him for a moment before he whispered. "He has her eyes."
Andrea nodded, and took his hands. She pulled him forward enough to wrap them around her waist, and embraced him, her own arms coming to rest on his shoulders. She pulled him close and tucked her head into the curve of his neck. Immediately she felt him relax as he held on to her. Eventually Severus pulled back and she kissed his cheek softly. "Lets go to bed." She whispered in the darkness.