Lily didn’t say anything, but he took her squeeze of the hand to mean yes, and nodded. Stretching his arms, and looking up at the ceiling, he tried not to think about the coming day, although he knew she was. James couldn’t come with any other reason as to why she would stay quiet. They’d drawn the conversation out long enough; the only thing to do now was get some sleep. Dwelling on it any more would just increase their anxiety, though he imagined it was already going to be quite difficult to fall asleep. “Come on, then.” Slipping his arm around her, he got up, pulling her with him. It was already very late — he was grateful they didn’t have classes or prefect meetings to go to in the morning. That meant they could spend as much time as they wanted curled up in bed. And James would be able to watch her sleep peacefully without the worry of needing to wake her. Though he wished things could be different for them, he was extremely grateful for the life that they already had, and the liberties it allowed. As he walked towards the door with her, he hoped their efforts to fight would make even the smallest difference between winning and losing.
As James pulled her up off the couch, Lily yawned, only then realising how tired she actually was. It was as though she could barely keep her eyes open all of a sudden, and she almost didn’t think she’d even have the energy to walk up the stairs. She kept her arm around James as they walked, and as they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, Lily couldn’t help but glance at the door which was closed on the empty spare room opposite their own. The room that would, someday, hopefully, belong to their child. Smiling faintly at this thought, she placed a kiss on James’ cheek as they entered their own room, before dropping her arm from his waist to undress, eager to get into bed and warm up. At least, she thought, they would have the morning to themselves. They had nothing to do but lie around in bed until the afternoon when they’d have to start preparing themselves, and Lily was glad; they had to be well-rested for tomorrow night. She pulled the covers over herself as she slipped into bed, yawning widely once more, and she waited for James to join her. She loved curling up in bed with him, and she hoped he enjoyed it as much as she did. And tonight, more than most nights, Lily craved his presence beside her, not only to comfort her, but so that she could comfort him. She knew he was trying not to think about tomorrow night, but she still wanted to reassure him. “It’ll be alright, won’t it?” She knew he didn’t know the answer to that any more than she did, but she also knew that James was not one to stand back and let them win. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was about the way he said it, but she trusted him when he said things would be okay, and although she didn’t like having to rely on anyone else to reassure her, tonight more than any other, she just wanted his reassurance once more.