No Pain, No Glory | Tomarry

17: Surprise! You're dead.

Night came.

Harry took Walburga's hand and guided her into the room they had selected by the path she had demonstrated to him minutes ago.

They carried their pajamas into a plastic bag, so to be able to change back in the morning.

He is in a happy enough mood.

They enter the room and see a grand bed with a soft purple cover and pillows of the same color.

Harry doesn't feel awkward. They had slept at least six times together. Three times when he had a nightmare and three when she had one as well. They are fair at that matter.

Each of them goes to a corner of the room, with their backs turned to slip into their pajamas. Harry has stripped ones, while Burga is wearing a pink nightgown, her grandmother's gift.

They jump on the bed.

"So... what time is it?" Asks Harry, a tad hesitant.

She checks her wristwatch, whish she had placed on a small bedside table.
"Almost ten. Why?"

"We're not going to sleep from now, are we?"

She grins suggestively. "What do you suggest we do, young man?"

"Back off, lassie. You are a married woman." Harry says with a smile of his own.

"I wish..." She sighs. "I really wish for me and Ella to, you know, have a future together."

"You will." He concedes, eyes kind.

"How? By running away?"

The Gryffindor nods, a small grin graces his lips. "If this will make you happy, Burga, then yes. I will help too. If your parents disown you-"

"They will." She murmurs, a tad disheartened.

"I will lend you some money, to start your life, you know, rent a house, find a job... Don't be sad."

"I don't want to be a beggar for scraps. You aren't obligated to give me anything-"

"You won't beg." He insists. "And it's not an obligation. I'm doing it because I want to."

The girl lays down on the bed with a thud. She smiles wistfully at all these dreams...
And then she takes the pillow behind her head and shoves it to his face. "Pillow fight! Come on!"

Harry laughs, takes his own pillow at hand and aims it on her as well.

She dugs and his pillow falls down.

He gets up to pick it off the floor and climbs back on the bed.

They throw the pillows at each other,laughing and being heard in the whole room, until tiredness takes over and they decide to go to sleep.

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Walburga wakes up.

She's feeling thirsty, so she moves as soundlessly as she can, so not to wake up the boy.

She puts on some white slippers, ones she finds near her side of the bed and heads to the door. She opens it, wand at the ready and walks in the direction of the kitchens to fix herself a glass of water.

She never made it there.

And that's because to the way there, she walked into Tom. Who had a strange shine in his eye. A shine she didn't like at all.

"Hello there, Burga." He says in his usual smooth demeanor. He understands how transfixed she is at the moment and so she cannot urge the first word out. "Did you sleep well?"