She walked into the guest bedroom, the room that had become his in the past 7 days. It had been a week. 168 hours, give or take. Her decision had been made since he asked the question. But she wanted to decide if giving it all was worth it. The ultimate sacrifice. But she had already given everything. Her parents were no longer hers, now parents to a 2 year old named Hannah and had no memories of their oddball of a daughter. Her friends had drifted away from her that last year, disgusted by the things she had done, the things she had sacrificed to save them all. She had been shunned for saving their lives. Hogwarts was a cold, lonely place that last year. Her two reserved chairs at graduation were empty.
She collected her thoughts as she walked through the doorway. Tom was sitting on the bed, lounging in a manner similar to a panther. He was, in a way, she supposed, like a panther. King. And he wanted her to be queen.
He looked at her expectingly. Waiting for her to make the first move. The silence was yearning to be broken, it was just a matter of who would cave first. Finally, she spoke.
"Tom. I want you."
"Is that so."
"Yes." She looked at him, and he looked at her. They moved almost simultaneously.
Suddenly, she was on his lap. His mouth was on hers, his hands were wrapped around her. He was fierce, his tongue battling with hers for dominance. She surrendered to his touch. His hand began to creep lower and lower, as he slowly stripped her down, taking off her fuzzy old sweater and starting to take off her bra. She sat up, frightened. Shocked. Her clothes were gathered and she fled the room, leaving Tom to wonder what had gone wrong.