Unspoken Agreement

She wasn't sure how it started exactly. They had planned to meet each other in Greenhouse 3 to help Sprout with a secret project. The project would produce a serum to help the war victims heal faster. When he had arrived, they each did their work, not really talking. After the next couple of weeks, they started speaking a little more frequently. Everyone knew about his parents by then, and her own family's news had come out during 5^th year. They discussed stupid topics like potions and serious topics like death and war. Eventually, they started talking to each other wherever they were, including in front of classmates.

When they started dating, neither realized it had even happened. It seemed so natural with holding hands (an action started when she had started to cry) and hugging (first time initiated by his need for contact of a real person after a visit with his parents) that no one told them they were dating. Finally, after a month and half they had a conversation and discovered when it all started.

After that, they ate at each other's house tables, walked around the lake, and generally enjoyed each other's company. He missed being a part of a group. Everyone just looked to him as nuisance, but she never did and he appreciated it. In the same vein, she felt strange around her housemates when they didn't remember family deaths so clearly. He understood; gave her solace and peace. Malfoy and Slytherins sneered in their direction, but the couple promptly ignored them. They were a unit, a part of something.

When the project was over, they had created a serum that Snape could duplicate with false ingredients if they ran out of the original. They weren't old enough to fight but they had helped. And thanks to the D.A., they could survive if trapped. Still, it was nice to have someone keep each other company when the loneliness stretched too thin and unceremoniously dumped into melancholy.

"Would you be with me if we weren't in the middle of this war?" She wondered about this a lot late at night when that's all there was to do.

"Honestly, I don't know. We wouldn't have been thrown together..." He tried to not think about the other life, the one without the Dark Lord and where his family would have been whole.

"I suppose." She went silent again. Confused and weary, she settled back into his arms. They were in their place where the world didn't exist, they simply were. They were each other's comfort and that was okay with them, never uttering three words. Pressure for the future came from those words.

It didn't matter that they wanted to say the words; they let actions speak instead. No pressure if anything happened; at least they had been there for each other.

When the war ended and they had survived, all that was said was "that's all we got." They knew it meant and that's what mattered.