Fleur closed her eyes and turned her head to press her face against his neck, breathing in his warm scent.
"Just promise you'll share some of it with me," she said, trying to keep a brave face on. It was easier to with him around, she had to admit. If it was just her she might have gone home to France, but England was her home now. And this fight... it was too important. They had to win it somehow, there was no other option.
"Think we could go to bed early tonight?" she whispered, her fingers straying to the front of his shirt. When he was like this, she'd learned already, his needs were greater, and part of her responded to that. Her Veela blood, perhaps, or the magical bond that linked them. Whatever it was, it was part of them now too.