A Dark Time For The Light

13

The next day saw Ron emerge, dry of mouth, his skin itching. His memory of the night before almost gone, but for a deep-seated feeling of transgression, of wrongness. Then, “Oh, fuck”, as what he’d done resurfaced. Had he put back several months healing?. He felt like shite. He patted and searched his pockets for the spare hit, then vaguely remembered being divested of it, the instruction to destroy it. He sighed in mild annoyance, then smiled in gratitude.

He arrived to see his best friends already arrayed around the their table, he grabbed some porridge and joined them. He spooned in his customary six spoons of sugar and tucked in, oblivious to the looks around him. As he ate, he idly scratched at himself.

Hermione watched closely. Only itching and a reasonable appetite. He wasn’t so bad after all. She cast a discreet thumbs-up at the other occupants of the table. Ginny nodded. It had taken her days to get Hermione to eat anything, let alone a stodgy bowl of porridge, which Ron was tucking into with relish.

He felt tired shortly after, and drifted away. To be replaced with the excitement of the mail. There was another letter for him. Harry snagged it from Severus, once more appreciating the tight bike leathers, his gaze a bit breathless.

Then he noticed. No Remus. “Where’s Remus, Severus?”. Severus sank into a chair and raked a hand through his hair. “He found these disused tunnels in Liverpool. He’s been thinking of them for months. The society that’s trying to restore them is short of money, so we, erm, rented them. Dry, warm, brick-built tunnels made by unemployed men in the Victorian era, tall, beautifully built. Another place we can run to”.

He saw Sev’s hurt, and his heart reached out. “Who’s gonna go to Hogsmeade with you?. Are you being left to do the mail-run on your own?” The older man shrugged, “If he feels the need to establish another cadre, then fine by me. The more Magical folk who are rescued, the better”. That didn’t quite answer his question.

Draco leaned into his lover. “Go with him. Go on, you need some fresh air, and you did well out in the world”. Harry whipped his head round, saw the evil glint in his lover’s eyes and his brow creased, confused. A small smile played around Draco’s lips, he leaned in and whispered, “Tell you later”.

Severus wandered to his bunk, tired after the long night ride, and Harry turned on his partner, puzzlement writ large on his face. “Come on, give it up. What’s on that perverted mind of yours?. We’ve only been back together a short time and already you’re trying to send me away. Come on, Dragon, mine, spill it”. He cast an amused look Draco’s way.

In reply, Draco turned and flipped his legs across Harry’s lap, then took him in his arms, leaning towards his ear. Harry bowed his head slightly, flushing slightly at the intimate contact in such a public place, but listened, rapt, anyway. “Come on, Harry. We both fancy him like mad. Offer to go with him. I can’t, I’m too obvious. Soften him up and bring him back for both of us”, he whispered close to Harry’s ear. Harry went crimson and drew away sharply, his eyes round.

Hermione idly watched the exchange, saw Harry trying to draw breath. Draco refused to let go of him, smiling a truly wicked smile, then pulled his lover to him and kissed him senseless. As hands began to roam and clutch, she coughed politely and brought them back. “Sorry, boys, but we are trying to eat here”. Harry murmured a gasped apology, looking down. She grinned at them, “Fuck off, the pair of you. See you at lunch”, her smile lopsided and lascivious.

When they were composed enough, they staggered off. Once outside the canteen, Harry pushed Draco against the wall and ground his hard-on into his lover’s hip, his mouth feasting on an alabaster neck. A hissed breath, “Fuck, Harry for two pins, I’d throw you on the fucking floor and....”, then was silenced by another kiss, a tug on his hand, and they both stumbled in the dark to their room. “I still want to ward and silence the room”, Harry murmured regretfully, even as he was thrown against the wood as the door was slammed shut with a bang that could be heard in the canteen. Ron, Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, then laughed.

Then Draco possessed him, every which way, until, riding Harry below him, he screamed his lover’s name in release. Harry flipped them both over, changed the angle slightly and slammed hard into his beloved, filling him hard and deep, coming in loud waves where he belonged.

They collapsed against each other, harsh breaths the only sound. Harry softened and withdrew, his beloved leaking come. They lay wrapped in each other, holding tight, random kisses given, received, returned. Murmured love, “Love you, my sweet Dragon”. A kiss from the soul, “Love you, too, my Lion”, and both eventually slept, slight smiles on both faces.