His lips bended into a small smirk for a fraction of a second, which he tried to hide from her. His eyes, usually the color of onyx, now appeared brown in the glimmers of torchlight. The emotionless, cold Severus Snape appeared warm, and expressive at the moment. "I will let you retire for the evening. Good night, Hermione." "Good night Severus. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas, Hermione." She went in her room, ripped off her boots, and collapsed on her bed. She could not believe how different Severus Snape was around her. It was a side to him she really admired, and wished he could be this way with everyone he encountered. It suddenly dawned on her: He was in love with her.