Theodore knocks lightly on the door, and waits for your response before entering the guest room that is now yours. "Hi," he smiles warmly as his eyes fall upon you. "Just making sure you got everything you need." This is still new to him, the idea that you're staying at his house.

Ana sits up in bed at your knock, and when you come in she smiles softly. She's wearing a very thin light blue nightgown, the straps hugging her shoulders and the rest lying smooth and silky against her skin. This may well be the first time you've seen her without a proper robe. "I did...I... " She bites her lip softly. "Thank you for everything..."

Theodore shrugs, his jaw dropped slightly at how beautiful you look in just a nightgown, and then recovers his ability to speak. "Uh... It's nothing, Ana. I'm just really glad you're not alone in that manor of yours." He smiles slightly and says, "For that matter, I'm glad not to be alone either."

Ana makes a small sound, it could be a giggle, and moves back against the headboard, giving you room to sit if you'd like to. "I'm... yeah, this is nice. To be... here with you." And she smiles again, more comfortable with you now, though she's noticed her level of undress and that is making her decidedly nervous again - for an entirely different reason.

Theo is quite comfortable with sliding into bed next to you by now, and he quickly does just that, wrapping you in his arms. "You look... beautiful" he says, shyly.

Ana had just expected you to sit, but when your arms wrap around her she realises that this is comfortable now.. what's more, that she's used to it, and that she really can't imagine laying any other way with you. When you speak she blushes just slightly, the colour tinting her cheeks. "I'm...no I'm not..." And her hand runs absently down, smoothing the silky material against her side, before it rests on your waist.

"Oh yes, you are," he says, his tone playful. And he hugs you closer as he speaks, reacting to even the slightest touch from you. "Incredibly beautiful," he says softly.

"Okay..." And she laughs softly under her breath and leans against you, head in the crook of your shoulder. "I... Thank you." When she's finally settled against you. "And, I'm...sorry... for kissing you the other day. I..shouldn't have. I mean. If I crossed the line.. or something..." Because you haven't really talked about it, and it's been on her mind.

Theo smiles, and his tone is light. "I hope you don't mean that," he says. "That was the best part of my day.'

Ana leans back on your shoulder and meets your eyes, hers very soft and tentative. "Really?"

Theodore dips his head, and ever so softly kisses your lips, then pulls away. "Does that answer your question?" he asks, his voice quiet.

Ana's eyes close instinctively when your head dips to hers, and she's slow to open them. Her own voice even softer when she speaks. "Yes..."

"Good" he whispers, a smile forming on his face. He's looking at your eyes, marveling at how much you can speak to him without ever saying a word.

Ana's eyes are shy, and her heart is pounding so that it almost shakes her tiny frame, but she doesn't notice. Instead, she reaches a hand and brushes her fingertips, very lightly, thru the hair behind your ear, and then the backs of her fingers over your cheek - watching her hand as she does it. Barely breathing.

Theodore reaches for your hand as it glides over his cheek, and guides it toward his lips, his eyes still intent on yours. He kisses your hand softly, then traces his fingers across it, softly down your arm, gently across your neck until he's resting them on your cheek. He never takes his eyes off you, and then he's leaning in to kiss you. His lips meet yours, and this time he doesn't pull away, but his touch is still soft.

Ana thinks she's stopped breathing altogether when your fingers slide over her skin, and then you kiss her like that and... I don't know what to do! and she doesn't do anything, just lets her lips lean against yours and lets her eyes drop closed.

One hand still resting on your cheek, the other one hugging your back, and he pulls you slightly closer to himself, not wanting the moment to end. His fingers lightly trace your spine down your back, and then slowly he pulls away, his heart pounding, and his head spinning. He offers you a shy smile, but inwardly he's grinning from ear to ear.

Ana's eyes open slowly again, the look shy but happier than you've seen her. "That...." and she doesn't have words, so she just turns her face into the touch of your hand at her cheek and presses a kiss to your wrist.

He sees it in your eyes, and there's no more containing the grin that's been trying to force it's way out. What he wouldn't give to see that look stay on your face, replacing all the looks of uncertainty and fear that he's seen before. Grinning more as your lips meet his wrist he then runs his fingers through your hair. "You are... so... incredible," he says, meaning every word.

Ana shakes her head slightly and leans down against you again. She still doesn't have the words for what that kiss made her feel, but she knows she's not incredible in the slightest. "You... you're too nice to me...." And her voice is just a soft whisper against your chest. Afraid, actually, that anything more that that would ruin the moment.

He loves it when you're lying up against him, and wraps his arms around you again, protectively, as if he singlehandly can shake off all the bad and allow you to just rest there, safe in his arms. "You are incredible," he says softly, realizing this might be the first time you've heard those words, and delighted that he is the one to reveal this truth to you, whether or not you see it.

Ana doesn't believe you. Too many years of no one, not even her own parents, noticing her overrides that one statement. But...If I could be incredible...just to him... her pale cheeks colour again, and she closes her eyes and instinctively cuddles closer to you. "Do you need to go?" her voice soft against your shirt, not wanting you to have to.

"No," he replies, just as soft. Leaving you now is the last thing on his mind. He just wants to be with you, to hold you.

A thought that's been on his mind for two days now returns, and he frowns slightly. "Ana..." he starts, "are you okay, with your parents... well, not stopping by?" His voice is tender, filled with concern.

Ana tenses, her smile fading against your chest, and she shrugs - but you can feel her nestling just a little closer to you, her arm sliding around your waist. "I didn't expect them to.... they would have had to come home early, and... they'd never do that."

Theodore's throat is dry, and he tenses slightly as he replies, "You were in a coma for days, at St. Mungo's for pretty much a week. I think that's worthy of ending vacation a bit early this year." His voice is flat, and he quickly says softly, "Sorry, not meaning to sound upset with you... just with them."

Ana just shrugs slightly, but thinking about it makes her shiver slightly against you. "I... They wanted a son. My Father... he doesn't have an heir. So, really... I guess they don't see any reason, to come home." And just to brace herself and stop the emotions from overtaking her she shrugs again and bites her lip. "I don't care... As long as I'm proper, they leave me alone..."

Theodore pulls away, just slightly, and just for a moment, to look at you. "I see their reason to come home, right here," he says softly. And he hates the truth behind what you've just told him, that the two people who were meant to be your parents, and take care of you, could be so cruel to you.

Ana meets your eyes, and she knows that her own are wet and she hates that - but it's also nice, because with anyone else, well, she wouldn't have the luxury of it. "Thank you, Theo..that... that you think that...means a lot."

He pulls close you back, closer to him. "I don't even know if my mother knows I was injured," he says softly. "Although I'm sure she's read the Prophet article." He shrugs. "I've never really cared what she thought about me, one way or the other." He sighs, "my dad has always been there, always been the one I've gone to... he would have been at the hospital right away, had he not been..." His voice trails off, a trace of bitterness reflected in it. He doesn't have to explain to you why his father wasn't there, so he doesn't say anything else.

"It's really good... that you have that with him. I wish..." and at that she stops and just nestles against you, arm going back tighter around your side. "I'm sorry that he couldn't come... that he's, there." And part of her is jealous, that he would have come if he could have, but mostly she feels an odd sort of relief - that at least you have that type of relationship with him.

"You wish what?" he asks quietly.

"Nothing.." she shakes her head slightly against your chest. "It doesn't matter, really. I just... I wish I could have something like that... with them...But only sometimes."

Theo exhales slowly, letting your words sink in, and thinks back to the day he first really started to get to know you, when you told him you had never had anyone to trust. "I know... I know I can't replace that, or make up for all those years that... " You were alone, he thinks, but doesn't voice. "That you needed them to be there," he continues, "but you do have me now," he says. "No matter what, I'm always here for you."

How can you promise something like that?! that cautious part of her mind is screaming. This is the type of connection she's supposed to be terrified of. This type of trust... because even though she knows you can't really promise it, she believes you. "I'll.. I'll always be here for you too."

He wonders if you were struggling with whether or not to believe him, because you tensed up slightly against him. He counters that by softly rubbing your back. "Thank you," he says, putting his trust into your statement and no longer wondering if he'll end up getting hurt.

"I... You're welcome." And she closes her eyes again and settles against you, content - even though that worries her and she wonders if she'll ever get past that split feeling, of being happy but overly cautious at the same time. "I... I wish I had noticed you before."

He wonders too, what would have happened, had he actually acted on his desire to talk to you, but he smiles slightly at the thought. "I did notice you," he says, shyly, "but I thought you'd never be interested in even talking to me."

She tenses again, just at the memory of last year in particular. "I... I didn't talk to any of the boys... I was trying to... to hide." From Crabbe and Goyle. You must know, so she doesn't say it. She was trying so very very hard to make herself invisible so that they would stay away.

His arms tighten around you, and he whispers, "I know." And then even softer he adds, "they're gone now." He knows you already know this, but it's just for reassurance, and encouragement at the same time.

Ana shivers and nods her head slightly. "I'm glad."

"I'm sorry," he says, slightly ashamed, "I should have stopped them. They made me so mad... but I didn't do anything, besides telling them to grow up."

"They wouldn't have... wouldn't have stopped, anyway. So... it doesn't matter." But her arm tightens around you just a bit. "You told them that?" Her voice surprised.

"Yeah," he says, remembering with digust the two of them. "They were creeps. I hated them."

"That's..." She shivers again and curls even closer to you, moving her head to press a kiss to the sensitive area at your jawline in thanks. "That's more than anyone ever did..." And her words are suddenly chocked. You stood up for her. Even if it was only minor. That's big.

He shakes his head. "I should have done more. You deserved more." He tenses a bit, upset with himself for not having said more to them, stopped them somehow.

She presses another kiss to your jaw and then, suddenly worried, leans back and looks up at you. "They didn't... I mean. They used to tease me, about the things the said they'd told the other boys. You know that I didn't... that I wouldn't...." Worried, suddenly, that you might think that of her.

"I never believed a word they said about you, Ana," and he realizes as soon as the words are out of his mouth that he's admitting that they did in fact say those things, and he wishes he could rephrase that. He can't though, so he just sighs, and looks at you. "Don't worry about it," he says, his voice gentle.

"Because I would never..." And she stops at your assurances, shivering again and laying her head back down. "Thank you... for... for not thinking that."

Theo runs his fingers through your hair again, letting the strands fall from between his fingers and back down to your back. "Of course," he says. "Nobody believed them. Honest. They were a couple of gits."

Ana trusts that, and closes her eyes to focus on the feeling of your fingers thru her hair. She had been thinking about cutting it, but not when someone touching it could feel that good. "Yeah..." Voice soft again.

His fingers still running through your hair, he also softly massages your head, allowing you a break in the conversation, so you can relax after thinking about all that stuff.

She relaxes against you, not tired, but feeling very warm and noticing her stomach fluttering more as you continue to pet her.

Theodore takes a deep breath, and then says, "Ana... I need to tell you something, now... It wouldn't be fair to you if I didn't." His voice is suddenly serious. So much so that he even surprises himself.

Ana tenses automatically at the new tone of your voice and leans away, biting her lip slightly and looking more worried at the serious look in your eyes. "Okay..."

He sighs, unsure of how to say this, and then finally says, "the people, who almost killed my dad, and sent him to Azkaban... I'm going to fight them." He looks away from you for a moment, and says, "I'm going to take the mark."

That is very serious. Ana reads your eyes and considers it for a moment, then shrugs slightly and settles back down against you. "For your father... that's... okay." And it is. Really. She has no strong feelings for or against Death Eaters, believing that as long as she makes herself almost invisible the war will mostly pass her by.

Theo nods, relieved at your response, and instantly relaxes. "Thank you," he says.

Ana cuddles back into your side and yawns softly, but smiles. "For what?"

"For accepting that," he answers. "Getting sleepy?"

Ana shrugs and then nods against your shoulder. Not really seeing what she would have done other than accepting it. "A little."

He returns to playing with your hair, and then asks, "Do you want me to leave?"

"Only if you... only if you want to..." And her voice is small again, soft and sleepy, but her arm doesn't loosen around you.

"No.." he whispers, and his fingers keep intertwining with strands of your hair, gently, as he allows you to lay against him. With his other hand he extends his index finger and traces it up and down your arm, an extremely light touch against your smooth skin.

"Then stay... just... we can sleep like this?" And she shivers at the fluttery feeling your trailing finger brings her, but is sleepy now too, from the stress of that talk, and melts further into your side.

"Yeah," he says, but he knows he won't be sleeping for a while. The conversation will replay in his mind for hours. But for now he's perfectly content to listen to you breathe, feel each breath up against him, and allow you to sleep as he wraps his arms back around you, still somehow thinking he can protect you from the world.