A Dark Time For The Light

23

Harry awoke from the most erotic dream he’d ever had to find himself still in the middle of it. Teeth tugged gently at his right nipple as lips closed around the head of his cock. He felt his legs gently spread and fingers enter him. He was incapable of thought, let alone speech. He managed a guttural moan and thrust into the mouth on him, pushing down on the fingers readying him. Then Draco’s mouth on his, a feverish tongue seeking his, a hot wanton kiss, then a whisper, “I want to fuck him as he takes you. It’ll be like fucking you as well. Can I?”. Harry drew Draco’s mouth nearer to his and kissed him again, “So long as you fuck him really hard. I want to feel every stroke”, he whispered back as they emerged for air.

Lacking vision in the deep blackness, all had to be done by touch and sound alone. Draco moved away and Harry had no-one to hold until he felt Severus over him, then his lips, then his tongue wanting entry. Harry moaned and let him in, then felt his cock against his readied hole, a small push, and Harry cried aloud, a long stroke, Severus’ mouth swallowed Harry’s scream. They lay, panting and kissing. As Severus settled himself deep, Harry felt his legs parted further lifting off the bed as Severus spread his. A low grunt and a nudge to his inflamed prostate told Harry that Draco was inside Severus.

“Now fuck me, both of you”, Harry commanded. The rhythm a little erratic at first until each found their stride. Severus dictated the pace, nearly delirious from the sensation of fucking and being fucked. Then when Draco changed his angle and touched Severus’ sweet spot, he started to dive into Harry below him relentlessly.

Draco was the first, slamming into Severus, everything pure sensation without sight. He could hear all the moans and cries from his lovers and it drove him over the edge, pumping hard into Severus. All three quieted while he got his breath back. He withdrew, “Sorry, got a bit carried away”, he murmured. They both heard the sound of him flopping to the mattress.

Despite having Severus deep within, Harry turned to his lover and, feeling for his face in the dark, murmured, “Kiss me while Sev fucks me, baby”. Using his trembling hands, he located Harry’s face in the dark, then claimed his mouth, he felt the thrusts into his lover and swallowed the louder groans.

He moved away from that lush mouth and slowly licked and kissed his way down Harry’s chest, tasting each nipple, then gently tonguing Harry’s navel. The thrusts were deliberately slow, to keep them at the edge. Draco could feel Harry quivering under his tongue, dying to come but at the same time prolonging it. Draco felt a little stab of embarrassment that he hadn’t been able to last as long as he would have liked.

Severus changed position, kneeling up, Harry’s arse in his lap, then leaned over and fucked him harder. Harry thought it couldn’t get better, then felt Draco’s lips around the head of his cock and saw stars, “Oh. Fuck. Yes. Ohmygod. More. Harder. Suck me....fuck me...please....wanttocome, so much, don’t stopdontstopdontstopdontstop.....OH!!!, FUCK!. Comingcomingdontstop, ah ah AAHH”.

There was a long tearing cry from above him as Severus thrust so hard and Harry was filled utterly as he soaked them both in his own come. Severus collapsed on top of Harry slightly to one side of him and held him tight, seeking his mouth and they kissed long and slow. Harry was vaguely aware of Draco kneeling up beside them both, the mattress trembling then hot ribbons of come as Draco emptied himself over the pair of them, then proceeded to lick up whatever he could find in the dark, before sprawling over both of them.

Harry pulled Draco to him with a trembling arm and kissed him. Then turned and kissed Severus. “Wow”, was about the most coherent thing he could come up with. There was a movement over his body, from either side of him as Severus and Draco kissed mere inches from his face. He couldn’t see but he could hear. He grinned into the dark and ran a hand through his lovers’ hair, pressing them closer together.

They all lay in a heap, Harry in the middle, loving the press of warmth to each side, gentle kisses and touches to his body. Harry loved it. Always a fan of the afterglow, he revelled in the attentions of two and gave it back, in spades.

Until someone’s gut growled in hunger, causing all three to laugh. “Who was that?”. The mood was broken and Harry sighed in disappointment, although he feared that the gut growling was actually his own. They washed and dressed in the dark, none of them wished to break up the magic that had passed between them. They idly touched and kissed as they handed each other garments trodden on or otherwise discerned in the deep blackness.

They all squinted in the low light in the corridor as they made their way to the canteen. Saturday. So the full breakfast. As cash had come in that week, then mushrooms and black pudding were added. Draco wrinkled his nose as Severus and Harry helped themselves to a couple of thick slices.

They convened around their table. Seamus and Ron were already there, leaning very close to each other, talking in low voices. They looked up at the three as they approached and chuckled, “Well!. Good mornin’, the Three Musketeers”, Seamus.

Severus tried hard to summon a barbed look as he sat down, he really did, but failed miserably, and settled for laughing instead, turning red. Seamus chuckled, glancing at Ron, they both turned to the wrecked trio before them. “Harry, have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”, Ron casually enquired. “No. Should I have?”, came the reply. Ron and Seamus regarded the three opposite them. “Erm, well, at a quick glance, I’m counting nine bite marks on the visible bits of all three of you. Good was it?”

The three looked at each other and realised what a fright they all were, then shrugged and laughed, “Actually, it was bloody amazing”. Draco’s clipped tones. Just then, two very grubby red-eyed girls rocked up at the table and room was made for them to sit down. They both wore expressions of extreme smugness.

Hermione cast her eyes over the assembled company, “What the fuck happened to you three?”, as usual, her eyes missed nothing. She laughed aloud at the very obviously sated vibe emanating from the three. Harry blushed but held her gaze, “What do you think, ‘Mione?”. She slowly shook her head and tipped it to one side regarding them. Severus reddened and looked down, unable to bear the scrutiny. He applied himself to breakfast. Before his head dipped, Hermione had read the look in his eyes.

Ron looked to his sister, being fed by her girlfriend. He never could quite understand the dynamic in their relationship. He asked, “So what have you two been up to, and why are you both so filthy?”. Harry nodded, “What made you two look so damn smug as you sat down?”.

Hermione chewed her lip, “Well, actually, there’s something I didn’t consider when I set out on this project. So far I haven’t found a driver in this cadre and we’re going to need one. Someone with a year’s experience. We need to hire a van to take the computers to the other cadres plus me and Ibrahim to set them up. The boy’s a fucking genius. He’s only fourteen and he’s been so much help. But.....if we can find a driver...then....gentlemen.....we...have...the.....Internet, and a fully working broadband and phone”.

Most of the table looked unimpressed, mainly because they hadn’t a clue. Harry, on the other hand was deeply impressed. “ ‘Mione?. How?. I mean. Fuck, girl. Oh shit. You’ve hacked it haven’t you?”, he was awed. She grinned, “Yeah. Me and Girlie and Ibrahim. We’ve tapped into the offices above us and I hacked their broadband and their networks, took me all night. Unfortunately, I’ve had to move it all to the other station, ‘cos they still had a live line I could play with, so it means dicin’ wi’ death if you want to send an e-mail”.

Dean had appeared during this speech and sat down, awed. “You’ve hacked us broadband?. Oh, girl, if I had a hat on, I’d raise it to you. How do I get to send e-mail. I’ve already got an account. I sometimes dip into Internet cafes to let my folks know I’m still alive. I know I can say what I want over the ‘Net, ‘cos it’s pure muggle technology, and Magicals haven’t got a fucking clue. I love what you’re trying to do, ‘Mione, and if you need someone to train these no-hoper pureblood types, then I’m happy to help”.

She beamed at her ex-classmate, who obviously appreciated the effort she’d put in to get this thing up and running. “If you want, I’ll take you there after breakfast, the trains are quieter after 10”. Harry ventured, “I’d love to send an e-mail to Moira, let her know how I’m getting on”. Hermione nodded, “I can take two of you, ‘cos the shelter will hold three”. Severus spoke up, “I must confess to being curious. May I see?”. Hermione giggled. “Girlie, can you bring him?”. Ginny smiled, “And one other”. Draco volunteered himself. Living in Muggle world was rewarding him handsomely and Harry was helping him with so much in the Mundane world. Harry murmured, “Bring your debit card. We can go shopping, lover”, in such an erotic tone that Draco squirmed and wondered what Harry was on about.

In the event, it took them more than half an hour to gather on the other station. Only Dean had been there before and they all gasped at the set-up the girls had going for themselves.

There was a permanent light on their platform now that flicked off when a train approached from either direction, a simple switching mechanism that Hermione had fixed up one night after the trains had stopped running.. The computer was set up in their room. A thick tarpaulin curtain prevented the light from being seen by passing trains. Wires cascaded down from a ripped hole in the ceiling. There were crocodile clips holding naked wires to each other. A telephone handset was on the desk. Dean was online as Ginny, Draco and Severus climbed up the wooden box steps that the girls had rigged to the platform.

Dean stepped away, and Draco perched his chin on Harry’s shoulder as he logged into his e-mail account and quickly read and responded to several from Moira also two from Pansy sent from an Internet cafe, another from Neville, then one to Seamus from Terry in Leicester, sent from another cafe. Hermione didn’t read it, she just printed it out and rolled it up in her overall pocket.

“You see, we need to establish nodes in all of the cadres, so we can communicate with each other. We need a driver. We need to hire a van and set this up for us all. Don’t worry Severus, your mail collecting skills will still be needed for the reluctant purebloods. I’ll help to set up e-mail accounts for all those who want one, and as most of us are Mundane born or from half blood families, more will have familiarity with this method of mail received and sent this way”.

Draco cautiously asked, “What else is out there on this Internet thingy?”. Hermione slid into the seat before the monitor, and called up a major search engine then typed into the search line the name, ‘Draco Malfoy’ and grinned as a list of sites scrolled before her. She clicked into several. Mainly fan-sites from ex- schoolmates. Draco flushed as Hermione flicked from one site to another. Harry and Severus laughed at his discomfiture until Hermione went back to the search engine and typed in, ‘Severus Snape’, then turned and watched the man’s face change as several sites revealed themselves. A fan-site from ex-pupils with a link to an anti-Death-eater site with connection addresses to the underground. Harry was impressed. Draco and Severus were astounded.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Watch this”. He leaned over Hermione’s shoulder and typed his own name one-handed into the search engine. It came up with over seven hundred sites. Even Dean paid attention. They all gasped. “It would seem, Harry, as if it’s not just the Wizarding world that you’re famous in”, Hermione breathed. Harry shrugged, his eyes filling. “I lost, for fuck’s sake. I lost....he won....”, his voice was cracked and small.

In an instant several arms were around him, Severus, Draco and Hermione. Ginny and Dean looked on. “He may have won....for now, but you are still seen as the vanguard, Harry, the supposed one who will lead us all into victory etc etc”, Hermione murmured.

“Yeah, I know”, a still, tired voice. “It’s been that way since I was eleven. I lost. He won”, an edge of tears. Draco gathered his beloved against his chest, “Switch that thing off”, he commanded as Harry folded in on himself, his shoulders shaking. Hermione closed the computer down then rose to take her best friend in her arms, “Sorry , Harry”, she muttered. Harry turned from his Dragon into her arms, “S’not your fault, ‘Mione. You just showed me....what they all want. I thought....you know....after the last fuckin’ debacle.....that they’d just kind of...you know.....leave me alone. Let me live and love.....you know?”.

Hermione shook her head heavily, “Sorry, Harry”, she said again, “you needed to know that all this was out there”. He nodded, speechless. “Still”, she continued, “There were no actual recent photos, only old ones. Your hair was shorter, and you still wore glasses. Your jawline is different as well. No-one where you work has recognised you, have they?”. Harry shook his head, “And all of us have been out and about in London and haven’t had people gawking or following us, have we?”. Harry managed a watery smile. “And you’re not the only one with distinctive features being sought, are you, Harry?”, her tone was soft.

He looked into her eyes, then glanced at the fiery red hair of her girlfriend and the gleaming white-blond of his beloved. Draco spoke, “The photo that was on that site of Ginny and I is only just over a year old, Harry. In fact, Ginny, maybe you and I should dye our hair or something”. Ginny made a mewling noise and covered her head with her hands, “No way. I love my hair colour. Titian Red. I suppose if it were truly life-threatening, then I could do a dark honey blonde”. Draco didn’t look too happy to change his own colour either. Harry said firmly, “Fuck it. I’ll not let it bother me, and nor should any of us. I’ve no intention of living my whole life in a hole in the ground, either. London is a city where one can truly disappear. And I intend to, with Draco”.

At this, Draco took Harry back into his arms and buried his face in Harry’s thick hair, “What do you mean, disappear, babe?”, he whispered. Harry lifted his face, “Get a job, a flat. Go to clubs. Have a life. Like ordinary people do. There are loads of gay-friendly places to live, to go, where we can just be normal for a bit. I dunno about you lot, but I’m sick of looking over my shoulder. While I was in Manchester, I was more or less anonymous, even Moira who was looking out for me had no idea who I was and she’d worked with me for eighteen months”.

“Harry, there was the warning she gave you, the ‘accident’ you had”, Hermione’s voice dropped to a sigh. Harry pulled away and rounded on her, “It could have been a complete accident, you know. I remember the guy waving madly at me, the look on his face, his car was out of control. He gave his details to the ambulance guy, who had them passed to me. I haven’t acted yet, but I intend to”. Hermione didn’t look convinced. Neither did any of the others. Harry cocked his head at the computer. “Boot it again, ‘Mione. Please?”.

She sat in front of it as it booted, “What do you want to do?”. Harry nudged her from her seat and took over. He called up the Internet and typed an address in the top bar. When the site opened, he typed in the title of the book he wanted and pressed ‘go’. Draco peered over his shoulder as pages and pages presented themselves beginning at page one. “Popular book”, Draco murmured. Harry turned and kissed his lover on the nose, “In Muggle world it’s one of the bestsellers of all time, and recently films were made of it, it’s bloody brilliant”. Draco watched as Harry made his selection then paid with his card. “What’s the P.O. box number again, ‘Mione?”. She supplied it and Harry completed his transaction. He waited a few minutes and logged into his e-mail. The books were on their way to him.

Harry pulled Draco into his lap. “We’ve nearly finished the Hobbit. I’ve just ordered Lord of the Rings. A loads better story, The Hobbit was essentially a kid’s story, but this place is real, wait ‘til we read it”. Harry laughed and closed it all down.

Hermione smiled as she watched their interaction, then glanced at Severus’ burning eyes.

Ginny took Harry and Draco back with her. Hermione waited, then let them down onto the track, they had four minutes. Plenty of time to reach the side-by-side engineer’s niches in the tunnels. Hermione pushed Dean into one and she and Severus took the other.

They were to be there for close to seven minutes, if all the trains ran on time. There wasn’t a big enough gap to get them back. Hermione rounded on Severus as the line squealed, “Don’t you dare break those two up. Do you know how long they waited?. All of us waited?. I’ve watched you. The way you watch Harry, devour him with your eyes....”. She could say no more, as the train screamed past them.

As the noise died away, Hermione opened her eyes and glared at her ex-teacher. She pulled him towards her by the front of his shirt, bringing their faces to within kissing distance, “If you hurt either of them, I’ll have your bollocks on a platter”, she hissed, as another train passed, making her loosen her hold on Snape’s shirt to palm her ears.

As the sound levels died away, Hermione glanced at the man who had slumped to ground, his arms tight about his knees. He was shaking.

Staying within the confines of the shelter, they had another four minutes to wait, Hermione crouched down holding her ex-teacher as best she could. “What is it, Severus?. I know you feel your role as mailman will be compromised, it may be lessened, but certain families and groups will never change over to technology. Maybe, this means you can actually explore this country as you ride around it, Harry tells me the bike is an excellent tourer and very comfy. Give yourself days off”. She grinned and looked down. “There will be folk who simply don’t want to brave the journey from the main site to here, for a start, but I really tried to run a line into the canteen, but the signal gets buggered about with. Too many walls, or too deep or something”. Severus hung his head and thought a moment, not understanding the tech talk, but thoroughly understanding the warning. Plus, there was a feeling, a dragging sensation of loss in his heart. He adored those beautiful boys, but he was over 200 miles away from the love of his life.

While they waited for the next train to pass, Hermione intimated that she was still in touch with Remus and that he’d sent her this message. She hadn’t read it as it began. “If you see Sev, please tell him I’m sorry. If you see him, tell him to press this key”. Hermione handed Severus her phone, pressing the relevant key when the message re-appeared.

It was short and poignant, “I’m sorry, light of my life. I’m coming to find you. I love you and I’m so sorry. Forgive me?”.

Severus sank to the floor of the niche, his face crumpling, “I miss him so much. Oh fuck”, another train tried to pull them beneath it’s wheels. They leaned into the niche and hung on. As the cloud cleared from his brain, Hermione was pulling him along the line, “Come on. We’ve got fourteen minutes now”. She led the way, up the long winding stairs along the corridors and into the canteen. She turned and grabbed Severus’ hand pulling him away, up towards the entrance, one layer below. She dialled the number that accompanied the message, then pushed Severus into the small store-room, pressed the phone into his hand, and snapped the door closed.

A brief answer before the contact fizzled out. He was on a train. He’d be here soon. Severus made his way to the canteen, slumped at a table and waited. The boys cast inviting eyes his way and he shook his head, his expression more than a little regretful.

As they’d eaten, Hermione told Harry what she’d said. Truthful to the end. Harry felt his heart contract slightly.

She was a bugger for interfering. Harry and Draco had already had this talk, deciding that this liaison with Severus was just for fun, until they gazed frankly into each other’s eyes. They both missed him. They moved together and held each other, “He belongs to someone else, doesn’t he?”, Draco murmured against Harry’s neck. Harry giggled and kissed Draco, “We always knew that, right?”. Draco hesitated then nodded. Harry smiled. Severus Snape was a wonderful lover. Caring and attentive. He’d enjoyed their debauched night, the morning after even more but was glad that Severus was to go back where he belonged.

In Remus’ arms.

Harry nuzzled Draco’s neck, “Let ‘em settle down a bit and we could always suggest a foursome”. Draco giggled, “Slut”, he purred.