A Dark Time For The Light

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They were, one and all, grateful for the darkness the next morning, blinking and squinting variously into the light of the canteen. Tonks, Minerva and Kingsley were on breakfast detail. The weekend, therefore a full cooked breakfast. This was the best rota. The three looked at each other. Should they be the cooks on a permanent basis?. When they got together it seemed as if Magic of another kind was performed. Culinary Magic. They winked at each other and served the ragged hungover masses.

What was now becoming the usual gang gathered around a table. Hermione and Ginny were there first, Hermione tucking into scrambled eggs, her girlfriend morosely stirring her tea, an empty blister pack of painkillers at her side. Harry and Draco took seats opposite them with a full English each, Ron a moment later with a road tar mix strength black coffee. Then Dean and Seamus with the full breakfast.

The Weasleys tried not to turn green at the sight of so many hearty appetites and glowered glumly at each other, “I don’t think we Weasleys are good at boozing, are we, big bro?”, she pushed another pack of painkillers across the table to her brother, then grinned weakly as her own pain started to recede, gripped her brother’s hand briefly, then withdrew it and sipped at her tea.

“Hey Harry?”. Dean called. Harry looked up, his mouth full, “Mmmm?”. “What are you like on tall ladders? Inside, mind. Can you wield a paintbrush?”. Harry nodded, swallowing his food, “Yeah. I’ve done decorating at my step-parent’s. Did the outside, too. Why?”. “Well, the crew I work for have taken on a bit of a special job, but it’s a bit bigger than the crew we have. Something to do with deadlines for this contract, and my boss needs a few more workers, casual like. You’ll be paid weekly in your hand, no questions asked, but it means you’re not insured. Money’s good though”.

Harry thought a moment, then exchanged a glance with his beloved, who nodded, “Okay. Yeah. When do I start?”. Dean beamed. Then Ron spoke up, “How many extra pairs of hands does he need?”. Harry grinned at his best mate. Dean flicked a look between them, “Be ready for quarter to eight, Monday morning. Both of you”. They finished breakfast taking apart the night before, who was hot, eyes strayed to Harry and Draco, Ron’s lingering a while. Who was not. All had a fond image of Minerva dancing, a bit inebriated, and all chuckled, poking gentle fun, not malice.

This was where they all realised they had somehow all become adults and their ex-teachers, not a breed apart, but just older than them. Harry had a fleeting memory of Severus laughing crossing his synapses. He shook his head and the memory dissolved, back to the shelf where it was stored in Harry’s head.

Draco noticed Harry squirm and said nothing.

The boys all helped out with washing up detail and had the kitchen area spick and span in no time, plenty of banter passing between them. As they all split up to spend their day as they could, Draco caught Dean’s arm, “I may not be a decorator, but if this is a restoration project that you are working on, then I can gild. Just a thought”. Dean nodded and carried the information away with him.

They all had a chilled and relaxed weekend, meeting up regularly around ‘their’ table. On Sunday night, Harry led his Dragon back to their quarters once more, only this time he pinned the taller boy against the wall outside their quarters causing his lover’s eyes to widen, “Whoa, Harry, What’s the matter?”. “Harry hissed, “Come on, Draco. Ron’s been making calf’s eyes at you all week. What went on while I was away?”.

Draco looked down, until Harry lifted his flushed face. Their eyes slowly met. “It was the second night you were away”, Draco began, hesitantly. The night we were in Liverpool. “I went to have a shower. It was boys night according to the rota”. I spent the night wanking in my sleeping bag and wishing Sev was next to me. “Anyway, Ron was in the shower room and he was, er, wanking, you know, and, er, not getting very far, so, er, I, er, offered to help, and he, er, accepted, and, er, we gave each other a blowie in the shower. Honestly, Harry that was all”. His lover finished in a rush.

Harry thought about laughing but decided against it. So this was the big secret. He knew Ron’s propensity for having a crush on anyone who paid him attention and believed Draco when he said he didn’t realise that Ron would behave like this afterwards. “Come on, Harry. I’ll admit, it was nice. We were both feeling lonely. But that was the end of it for me. He tried to make a pass at me the following night, but I said, ‘Thanks, but no thanks’. The night when Sev fucked my brains out on that huge cock. My back sweaty against the roof of the tent, kissing him, making him moan....

“Harry?. Harry?. Earth to Harry”. Draco waved a hand in front of his lover’s face. Harry blinked and was back, flushing slightly. In the intimacy of confession, Draco asked, “What was he like, Harry?. Severus. Is he good?”.

By now they were back in their room, candles and a fire lit. Harry gravitated to the fire and sat before it, gathering his Draco in his arms, “Do you really want to know?”, he asked. Draco turned to him and kissed him. “Chapter and verse”, he murmured against his lover’s lips. So Harry told him, in his lowest sexiest voice. In no time, both were naked and rolling about in each other’s arms, laughing, until Harry impaled his blond beloved, lying below him. watching the ecstasy on his face as Draco rode him, then came in gushes over his stomach, his tightening arse sending his lover over shortly afterwards. His arms opened and he rested his spent Dragon’s weight against his chest.

As their breathing came back to earth. Harry asked breathily, “So d’you still want a threesome?”, and kissed his lover to oblivion. As they emerged, they gazed into each other’s eyes. Grey with a hint of blue into malachite green. Grey-blue nodded once. Malachite grinned. “When shall we pounce?”. Blue-grey laughed aloud and collapsed, giggling into Malachite’s arms. “Next time he turns up, of course. Unless he wants to hex you still. I saw the expression on his face as he left last time”.

Harry rolled his eyes, and lied, “Weird, wasn’t it?, dunno what that was all about. Stomping off like that”, he shrugged. Draco shrugged too, then reached for his beloved and shortly, each cried out the other’s name as they came, shuddering and crying out in each other’s arms. A feeling of peace washing over them as they dozed.

Waking in Draco’s arms still was the chief pleasure in his life, and Harry revelled in it, watching Draco sleep, then awakening him gently, with kisses and soft touches, watching the pale lashes flutter open, the eyes completely unguarded, the love there, and Harry swam, nay, drowned in those blue-grey depths