A Dark Time For The Light

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They reached the Bunker as rush-hour was well advanced, Severus snappy as they parked the bike and Harry stowed the riding gear and the helmet, hefting his bag on his shoulder, making to leave, trying not to look at Severus, failed, and turned.

Dropped his bag and ran to the man, barreling into his arms, a desperate hand raking blue-black hair, panicked green eyes staring into obsidian. The darker eyes closed, a shake of the head, “I honestly don’t know what to do, Harry”, the sarkiness evaporated. Harry shook his head, “Me either, Sev. But today was special. And what ever happens, I’ll always remember it”. They kissed again moaning into each other’s mouths, then drew away.

Severus locked the garage and they strolled back to the door under the bridge, hefting their rucksacks on their shoulders. As they turned to enter in under the railway arch, Harry felt a prickle in his scar. He halted them both. Severus made to speak, but Harry laid a hand over his mouth and pushed them both back into the dark wall out of sight, “Possible Death-Eaters. My scar is active”, he whispered. Severus nodded, instantly serious, “There’s another way in. Come on”, and they melted into the darkness.

They fetched up beside a stretch of railway line that was extremely busy. They hid beside it. Severus pointed to a silvery spot between the lines. “That’s a trapdoor lets onto our station, used to be the entrance when it was an air raid station, but there weren’t all these trains then, and it wasn’t bloody rush-hour”, he finished wryly. They sat down in a patch of shadow to wait out rush hour.

They tried to ignore each other’s proximity, idly watching the trains as they passed, merely awaiting the opportunity to dive between the lines and down the hatch. Then, as each surreptitiously eyed the other their glances crossed. Another of those looks. That burned through both of them. The heat passing to lips that gradually met, then opened, letting in tongue and voice, the latter drowned by the clatter of trains, felt rather than heard.

The trains eventually became infrequent enough for the two of them to dive across the lines and wrench the trap-door open. Laughing, they climbed down the ladder, to a sea of gathered faces on the platform, a torch shining up to them as they descended. Severus barked “Possible Death-Eaters by the East entrance. Harry’s scar itched”, that galvanised folk into action at once. Some to warn whoever was on duty at the entrance, some to help folk who had to get in via the trickier North entrance and a few random folk dotted in the streets who could catch the workers coming home, redirecting them, then guiding them as per the back-up plans down the ladder and into the station.

Harry was deeply impressed as were the others who had never seen an operation mounted before. Everyone who was expected in the Bunker was present and correct as Ron, Dean and Seamus rounded everyone up. Just as swiftly, there was an outside watch placed on the East door as the Death-Eaters tried to read Magic and failed. A walkie-talkie buzzed, “They’ve gone, one zero”. The door was opened and Minerva and Kingsley turned out to be the watch. Harry grinned at them both as his eyes scanned the people, a familiar pale-blond head. He pushed his way through the crowd. A clear space. Draco, the other side of it. A cry, “Dragon”. Then two boys flying into each other’s arms. Eyes glittering into eyes. Green into grey-blue.

Obsidian slunk away in a rage of jealousy and disgust and went to hide.

Over dinner, Harry told tales of his travels his notes beside him. Hermione was impressed. Draco kept feeding him between stories, Ginny was entranced, then when Harry turned to his beloved and kissed him into oblivion, an umber gaze cursed him even while he thought the two of them together a perfect match, from the other side of the canteen. Just then, Harry looked up and met his gaze, a look of such heat as to light a volcano, even while Draco’s head rested on his shoulder, an arm around his blond beloved, then he looked down and kissed Draco’s hair, breaking the contact.

Severus blazed at this, his head lowered. Thought some more and stalked from the canteen, his head down. Harry watched him go, a strange look in his eyes. Draco brought him round, “Come on, Harry, what did go on between you two?”, he whispered into his lover’s ear. Harry shook his head, “It’s a bit complicated, babe”, he murmured by way of reply. Hermione watched the whole thing and wasn’t amused.

Eventually the boys politely excused themselves, then Draco dragged Harry back to their room and he followed, meekly. Draco busied himself, lighting candles and the freshly cleared grate, a surprise he had for Harry, but his lover sat up on the side of the bed, his head buried in his hands, not noticing the improvements Draco had made in his absence.

Draco noticed that Harry hadn’t moved. Sighing and bowing to the inevitable, he crossed the room and removed Harry’ hands from his face, threading them around his waist and stepping into the ‘v’ of Harry’s legs, simultaneously lifting his lover’s head. There were guilty tears in Harry’s eyes as their gazes met. Harry swallowed but their eyes held.

Draco smiled shakily and kissed Harry on the forehead, “Come on, you, what happened?. You shagged him, yes?”. Harry nodded. “And he was the most incredible fuck you ever had?. Don’t be shy, now”. Harry’s eyes went round. Draco smirked. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then”. Harry gulped and coughed, then reddened. Draco gently patted his back, his voice dreamy, “Then he gazed at you with those soulful eyes, talked to you and kissed you afterwards, letting you fall asleep first in big strong arms?”, his voice not now above a whisper.

Harry broke the gaze, his eyes darting about, he ventured a glance at Draco, regarding him calmly. “H-How do you know?”, Harry stammered. Draco’s smile was small and he tried for wistful but at the back of it, Harry detected a hint of calculation.

Draco looked down, “You know, when I said, when we first got together, that someone had broken my heart?”, his tone was convincingly shaky. In a moment, Harry’s arms were around him, holding him tight, clutching his head to his chest, “Dragon, I’m sorry. But, hang on, why did you give me tacit permission to sleep with him before I left?”. Draco’s slightly mournful face lifted, “So you’d know, Harry. What he can be like. What he did. I didn’t mind, but do you think he asked Remus?”.

Harry thought back to the night in Liverpool. Severus had treated him courteously, but then he had rebuffed him previously, but he had ignored him to nuzzle his lover, the two of them departing arms twined tightly and nary a backwards glance. He shook his head and buried it in Draco’s chest, “Sorry, Dragon”, he wasn’t quite sure what he was apologising for, but somehow Draco always extracted the apology from him. The thought irritated him a bit until he filed it away.

The next thing he knew, Draco was kissing him gently seeking entry with his tongue. Harry moaned and let his lips part and his own answer, “Missed you my Dragon”, was smothered by heat and wet and tongue. Harry’s legs tightened around his lover’s as the kiss intensified and they were pressed together nose to groin, the familiar fierce heat building between them. Lips glued together, nimble hands divesting each other of as many garments as they could, chest rubbing chest, nipples hard and screaming for attention. Hands wandering over torso and back, tickling and teasing. Both surfacing long enough from the kiss to laugh and fall about in each other’s arms.

Harry slid his feet to the floor and allowed his jeans to be removed, Draco kneeling as he pulled them down, taking Harry in his mouth as he did so. Harry leaned hard against the mattress, supporting his weight on his elbows, using the leverage, slowly fucking his lover’s mouth, feeling gentle fingers squeezing his balls, then a finger, then two in his arse. He spread his legs wider, pumping harder and came a storm down Draco’s throat.

When his legs worked again, Draco turned him after kissing him, then prepared him and plunged in, in one move. Harry screamed, then buried his face in his arms, with a flush, remembering that silencing charms were not an option around here. Draco chuckled, then withdrew and plunged again, burying himself balls-deep, watching Harry bite his arm to stifle the cries. He kicked Harry’s legs wider, bending him over harder, then ploughed in deep, extending over his lover’s back. Harry felt full, invaded, ravished. And loved it as Draco started to move seriously, his arse twitching backwards to impale himself deeper as Draco thrust. He felt his Dragon thicken in him, his movements speeding, an incoherent babble as he felt the hot gushes inside him. He pushed back a last few times as he wanked himself, then came again, wetting his own hand, his lover’s weight draped over his back.

They separated, then cleaned each other. Harry climbed onto their bed and held his arms open. Draco crawled into them, grinning, “I missed you, too, my Harry”, and laid his head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry gathered his beloved to him and they kissed the long slow kisses of the sated. Then Draco’s eyelids stated to droop and within moments he was asleep. Harry huffed out a breath as he lay awake in the half-dark, thinking over this and that and wondering what he and Sev might be talking about now. He glanced down at that adorable white-blond head weighing his shoulder down, kissing it, even while he was thinking of the moments he and Sev had shared. Then he remembered the calculating look in Draco’s eyes, and it took him a long time to join his beloved in sleep