"Yes."

With a flick of his wand the lights dim and he moves to sit at the head of the bed, a pillow behind his back. He motions to Fleur to join him, to rest against him back-to-front, his shoulder her pillow.

When she does, he pulls the blanket up to keep her warm and rocks her back and forth so very gently in his arms. He doesn't speak and he doesn't undress her and he doesn't kiss her: he simply holds her.

And when she falls asleep, he holds her still.

He'll hold her all night long.