A Dark Time For The Light

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The four were being accompanied. Pansy was huddled in a large coat as they all climbed into a black cab that took them into town. She was meeting her girlfriend in a pub in Canal Street. Her face was heavily made up with deep black around her eyes and full red lips. Both of her fellow Slytherins cast an eye over, respectively, their ex-pupil and ex-classmate. As the taxi pulled into Canal Street in front of the pub they were going in first, Pansy shrugged off the coat she wore, revealing full fetish gear beneath, to coughs and gasps from the other occupants. The severe bob and red lips made more sense now. “Wow”, was about the most intelligent comment as all five tumbled from the cab.

They went into the bar, some old Bowie track pumping out. They were in luck, as they arrived, a group were just leaving the best table, the one in the window. Another group tried to take it. Pansy in full basque and leather gave the interlopers her best Slytherin glare and the table was theirs. They sat as Harry and Severus went to the bar. To get near, they had to move out of their lovers’ sightline and Harry dared a cheeky kiss with Severus as they waited to be served, that deepened in an instant. A cough brought them back. The barman asking them for their order.

They got five pints back to the table to see that Pansy had company. A white-blonde baby butch sitting in her lap and Draco looking distinctively uncomfortable. Harry slid in beside him, “What’s up, love?”, he leaned in and kissed his beloved. “Look at her, Harry. She’s a younger, female version of me”. Harry snapped a sidelong glance at the girl in Pansy’s lap. Tall and slender. Platinum hair cut short but still waving about her head. T-shirt and jeans. Cigarettes and lighter in her t-shirt sleeve. Flat chest, hard young body. The girl looked about sixteen. She had her tongue in Pansy’s mouth.

Eventually she was introduced as Tracey. When she drifted off to the loo. Draco pointed out, “Fuck, she could be my kid sister”. Pansy giggled and purred, “My favourite Slytherin sans cock. Perfect. My little slave”. Her voice was feral and low. Draco gulped and Harry and Severus laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around his Dragon, “Never mind, love. I love your cock. Worship it in fact”. That earned him a deep kiss that went on for a while. When they emerged, Tracey was back at the table in Pansy’s lap.

She fumbled in her bag withdrawing a length of tough leather collar with a buckle and eyelet holes and fastened it around Tracey’s willing throat, then clipped on a leash. The girls stood, “I’ll see you lot later. I have a date at a dyke fetish night. Have fun”. She blew them a kiss and they left the bar.

Draco sank his head in his hands, “She only left me alone when it got out about me and you, Harry. Until then she was my fuckin’ stalker”. Severus chuckled, “I had to give her an official harrassment warning in seventh year. I bet you’re glad you didn’t make that connection, otherwise it would have been you on that leash”. Draco quailed at the thought.

They had a couple more pints. Harry lazily watched the people passing to and fro outside, Draco draped around him watching with him. They made comments. Good looking. Shaggable. Too queeny. How good the true drags were or how daggy. Canal Street saw the full panoply of gay life and the boys were fascinated. The older men were drawn into their observations. As they all finished a beer at more or less the same time, the decision was made to go and dance.

Harry paid them all into a club. The music a mix. Some hard-core dance mixed in with hard-core oldies. Sev and Remus went to the bar and the boys were straight (or not!) onto the dancefloor and into each other’s arms. The other two found, if not a seat, then a pillar with a surface to rest the drinks on, they both looked at the dancefloor watching their young friends and lovers.

“Merlin, those two are hot”, Severus had his arms around his lover, moving despite himself, to the beat pouring from the speakers, “Come and move that wicked body with me”, he invited Remus, who kissed him and they moved out onto the floor. A wicked track whose lyrics seemed mainly composed of, “I see you, baby, shakin’ that ass”, and Remus ground into Severus as they moved together. Harry nudged Draco and pointed out the two latest denizens of the dancefloor as their shimmy was heating up the space around them.

They cast each other a cheeky glance and cut in, Draco taking Remus and Harry whirling Severus away, then getting down to the next track, angling himself, then grinding against him, hot, sweaty and hard. Severus couldn’t resist and pulled Harry to him and kissed him as they danced in the circle of Harry’s arms and he led them in hip grinding, pumping his erection into Sev’s hip. The older man saw the point all of a sudden in modern Muggle beats and dance styles as he restrained himself from coming on the dancefloor grinding into Harry’s young pliant body.

Glancing over, he could see his beloved having the same problem and smiled, then gathered Harry closer as the next track was a slow one, then decided not to restrain himself anymore as his tongue found Harry’s in a deep kiss. The music washed over them and he gave himself up to it and felt Harry guide him. Then Remus took him in his arms, handing Draco back to his lover. Harry and Draco picked up the beat immediately and ground into each other, their mouths meeting, tongues meshing, tasting Severus and Remus on each other, dipping each other with wry smiles and deeper kisses, Draco hooking a leg behind Harry’s, they were one stage away from openly fucking each other on the dancefloor and were getting plenty of appreciative looks from the other dancers.

The next track was slower allowing them to calm down a bit, but the urgency was still there. Harry allowed himself to be led from the dancefloor by an eager Draco. Harry found his way to the fire exit, pushed open the door and sucked his lover on the fire escape steps making him cry out. As his breathing came under his conscious control again, he returned the compliment, sprawling Harry wantonly over the steps, unzipping his jeans, pulling them down over his arse then sucking him until he arched painfully and came in a gush down his lover’s throat. They returned to the dancefloor as the smoochy tracks started, then had a delicious afterglow to music, kissing each other to oblivion.

This club finished at three. Severus and Remus were tired. Harry pushed a tenner in Sev’s jeans pocket, they were staying out, going on to something called, ‘Breakfast Club’, saw their friends into a taxi, “Tell Ginny, we’ll be back in a bit”, kissed their older friends and they separated.

It was well light before the taxi dropped them off in front of the old College building. They staggered in with the keys they had been given. Pissed as he was, Harry insisted on checking up on George. He was lying in his sister’s arms. Hermione also curled up on his mattress with a blanket over her. They looked okay, so Harry staggered to bed with his equally knackered Dragon and they fell over on the mattress put aside for them. They could barely summon up the energy for a goodnight kiss before they slept twined around each other.

They had already seen a sizeable chunk of the early morning, so they missed the rest, emerging at lunchtime. To see a shaky George, freshly showered, his sister beside him, and the two of them tucking into lunch. George picking but still eating. The four sat and ate for seven, replacing depleted energy stores. Pansy laughed. “Where did you lot end up?”. They had a lively post-mortem on the evening before. George listened to all the stories and smiled, a full breakfast in him. He professed to tiredness and Harry led him back to his room.

When they were back within the room’s confines, George turned on Harry suddenly and tried to kiss him. Harry pushed him away gently. “I belong to one and one only. I’m engaged to be married to him. I know that might be distasteful to you, but I am affianced to another. Draco Malfoy. I love him more than life itself”.

George sagged slightly but concurred, “You’ve been together since sixth year. I remember a disgusted Owl that Ron sent, just after Easter of your sixth year, that you two were together. You suffered a time apart?”. Harry nodded, “About eighteen or nineteen months in all, and we weren’t the only ones. Hermione got into trouble. Oh, fuck, most of us experienced hurt and anguish getting here, George. Draco and I still have nightmares. Draco was nearly embroiled in a fucking Death-Eater party at the place he worked. It was scary, he came home for a few days, his parents were there. We’ve all suffered, George, all of us, but we’re all trying to make our own way. Ginny works as do I and Draco and Seamus ‘n’ Dean, Hermione is trying to build her own business. We just get by. We’re living as Muggles and it’s actually not bad, by and large”.

George sunk into introspection, that wasn’t self-absorption and thought hard. So many had suffered. He wasn’t the only one, although he still hurt, but these others had hurt as they were gathered unto the cadres and, not healed exactly, but were able to get on with life again, he has been dowsed, passed okay, even as Mad-Eye slept somewhere within the cadre. His twin was dead, but his younger brother and sister still lived and thrived. So he must too. Somewhere in his dark night of the soul George Weasley made the decision to live.

The bikers all had to head off for home that afternoon. Severus had to travel to an interview the next day and Harry and Draco had to be in work. Harry kissed George before they left and left his number. George now had a mobile courtesy of cadre funds.

Harry made a couple of tired stops, walking about in the fresh air. Draco murmured, “I need to learn this biking lark”. Harry grinned at him. “I hope to be four-wheeled soon. I took about fifteen lessons while I was in hiding and you know I’ve started them again. I suggest if you want to help, that you take driving lessons. I’d rather not be the only driver when we’re doing a long distance. It would be cool to share driving detail”.