A Dark Time For The Light
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
103
Views:
9,617
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Harry Potter-verse and make no money from the writing of this fic
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Saturday morning and Minerva slipped out, her heart racing. She wore her smart jeans, a neatly pressed blouse, hair freshly washed and braided, a slick of mascara on her lashes, her blush purely natural. She made her way across town by Tube, then a bus and she paid a little money, then into Kew Gardens. She breathed deep of the green lung in London and spent a happy hour in the Princess Diana house checking out the cacti and succulents. She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, then left the hothouse for the rhododendron walk.
Walked up and down. Then spotted her. No mistaking her. Tall. Still-brown hair threaded with grey. She’d also borne two children but had remained lean. She appraised her from a distance, feelings threatening to choke her, she cleared her throat and moved into the woman’s vision grinning shyly, “Hortense?”, to an answering smile, “My god. Minerva”. Suddenly 45 years fell away and they embraced and let tears fall. They pulled apart and assessed each other.
Teaching has aged her, yet recent experiences have awakened her again.
Merlin!, she’s hardly changed an inch. A few more around her middle, but she’s still my Hortense.
They thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon wandering around Kew arms linked. They learned that both were effectively single again and a look burned between them. They walked out of the Gardens and sought tea in a posh little cafe. In between the scones and jam and the mammoth pot of Earl Grey, Minerva reached a hand out to Hortense. Who took it, and smiled. Gentility prevailed and they lowered their eyes. Their hands, however, remained linked.
Hortense delicately suggested cooking dinner for both of them, and if it was too late for Minerva to return home, then she would be happy to put her up. Minerva could feel a shiver along her spine and texted the Bunker. “Probably not home tonight. Say thanks to Draco and Harry”. Hermione chuckled at the message and copied it to the boys.
When Harry had control over his shaking in the aftermath of powerful orgasm, he read the message and whooped loudly, soundly kissing his lover as both digested the message. His former Head of House was on an all-night date.
Draco kissed him to within an inch, “You are such a bloody romantic, Harry, and guess what?”, he continued in a low voice. “I love you for it”. He twisted into Harry’s arms and kissed him. Tomorrow he would travel North to his new job. But for now?.
Harry wrapped his arms about his lover, gazing deep into his eyes. They kissed. Sweet chaste kisses that accelerated, turned hot. Searing. The signal strength better, they tuned in to a sexy station on Harry’s radio and made love all night. Draco factored in a long ride in the car. He’d sleep tomorrow. For tonight, Harry was his.
Saturday morning and Minerva slipped out, her heart racing. She wore her smart jeans, a neatly pressed blouse, hair freshly washed and braided, a slick of mascara on her lashes, her blush purely natural. She made her way across town by Tube, then a bus and she paid a little money, then into Kew Gardens. She breathed deep of the green lung in London and spent a happy hour in the Princess Diana house checking out the cacti and succulents. She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, then left the hothouse for the rhododendron walk.
Walked up and down. Then spotted her. No mistaking her. Tall. Still-brown hair threaded with grey. She’d also borne two children but had remained lean. She appraised her from a distance, feelings threatening to choke her, she cleared her throat and moved into the woman’s vision grinning shyly, “Hortense?”, to an answering smile, “My god. Minerva”. Suddenly 45 years fell away and they embraced and let tears fall. They pulled apart and assessed each other.
Teaching has aged her, yet recent experiences have awakened her again.
Merlin!, she’s hardly changed an inch. A few more around her middle, but she’s still my Hortense.
They thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon wandering around Kew arms linked. They learned that both were effectively single again and a look burned between them. They walked out of the Gardens and sought tea in a posh little cafe. In between the scones and jam and the mammoth pot of Earl Grey, Minerva reached a hand out to Hortense. Who took it, and smiled. Gentility prevailed and they lowered their eyes. Their hands, however, remained linked.
Hortense delicately suggested cooking dinner for both of them, and if it was too late for Minerva to return home, then she would be happy to put her up. Minerva could feel a shiver along her spine and texted the Bunker. “Probably not home tonight. Say thanks to Draco and Harry”. Hermione chuckled at the message and copied it to the boys.
When Harry had control over his shaking in the aftermath of powerful orgasm, he read the message and whooped loudly, soundly kissing his lover as both digested the message. His former Head of House was on an all-night date.
Draco kissed him to within an inch, “You are such a bloody romantic, Harry, and guess what?”, he continued in a low voice. “I love you for it”. He twisted into Harry’s arms and kissed him. Tomorrow he would travel North to his new job. But for now?.
Harry wrapped his arms about his lover, gazing deep into his eyes. They kissed. Sweet chaste kisses that accelerated, turned hot. Searing. The signal strength better, they tuned in to a sexy station on Harry’s radio and made love all night. Draco factored in a long ride in the car. He’d sleep tomorrow. For tonight, Harry was his.