A Dark Time For The Light

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Harry had a bad night, all the nightmares replaying themselves in his subconscious as he slept. Draco rolled away from him instead of offering him comfort from his bad dreams. Sev and Remus hadn’t waved as they drove on just wished them a curt goodnight as they drove off. Early morning found Harry alone at his kitchen table sobbing his heart out.

Draco watched for a short time leaning in the kitchen doorway, divining that this was a genuine mistake, then slumped down on the bench beside his beloved who clung to him desperately as he cried. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he murmured as he howled. Then his head came up, pride in his eyes once again, “But am I not allowed to doubt?”, he asked, his voice strong, “I had to know, and it was the only way I knew how, to spare blushes and all that. This was always my fight, particularly since the fight at the Ministry when the Prophecy was revealed, and the only things we know about her is the stuff she’s told us. I have to be careful, maybe too much so...”, his tone softened and he was crying again. He wailed, “Please try and understand, baby. I was only abidin’ by her rules. Backup, backup and backup”.

He sunk his face in his hands and cried harder, then Draco felt something give in himself and threw his arms around his Lion and held tight, “I believe you, love, though perhaps tonight wasn’t the best way to go about it”.They both thought for awhile as the seriousness of what Harry had done with the whole group sunk in, “You’ve just blood-bonded with a load of virtual strangers in order to get at one person, that’s fuckin’ serious magic”, Draco intoned.

Harry hung his head again, “Did you see how eager they were, they joined without question”. Draco shook his head, “Exactly!. What did you expect after a series of images like that?. Rape and torture of minors?. These folk have children and young relatives. And Alice edited the whole thing for us, to make it more palatable. What d’you think she saw?. Reflections of her own mother. She told you of her own origins. Fuck, Harry, you are really supremely naive, or spectacularly lacking in feelings. Somehow I suspect the former rather than the latter, though convincing Alice may be a teeny problem you may be having right now”.

Harry rounded on him, “What about Alice?. This has been about me right from the start. That prophecy was about me, much as I hate it”. Draco stopped him, a finger pressed over Harry’s lips, “What if it was about anyone in your position?. A general thing?. The forces of the Light poised anyway to take over the forces of Darkness?, She truly has the Magic he knows not. He knows yours more or less. He knows nothing about her and talk about thrice-defied. She lived in the first instance, the mother, then gave birth to the daughter, the second, then the Mark, the Scar, the third, not to mention she kills her step-father, one who keeps her from her birthright. For fuck’s sake, Harry, how many people did Dumbledore send Hagrid to pick up? One, perhaps from each generation?, possibly more. I thought this would have alerted you if nothing else, idiot”.

Harry was properly chagrined and texted Alice a heartfelt Sorry message before he was able to think about sleep. She answered immediately, sharp and terse, “Those who know nothing of History are condemned to repeat it. A xx. At least she’d appended two kisses. Harry was even more unsettled as he retired, his tears back, “Do you still love me, Dragom?”, he asked in a small voice as dawn rose. Draco gathered him up, “Of course I do, my Harry, although I think you were a monumental prat tonight and you have a lot of making up to do. Know this. I love you and I always will, even though I may not always agree with you”. Draco took a look at Harry’s devastated face and held him tight, “Oh, baby, you idiot”, he held him and stroked his back, carding his fingers through that thick hair, then gazed into those malachite depths. “Harry that prophecy had your name on it, but just suppose it was to warn you, not actually be about you, the thing itself doesn’t actually mention names. I mean you and Alice actually said the damn thing between you. I’ve never heard it in full before that day in the hospital, where else could she have heard it?”.

“She could have been reading my mind”, Harry mumbled. “Harry Potter, you stubborn git, did you feel her rifling your mind?. She’s good at it but not exactly subtle. I mean she can’t read you without you knowing she’s in there”. Harry huffed out a long breath, “No, she wasn’t reading me, so she got her version of the prophecy from another source. Fuck, Draco, how can I fix this?”. Draco leaned up on one elbow and stroked Harry’s face, “Well, for a start, I think you need to give up the idea that you are the only one. Secondly I think we need to pay her and Tony a visit with a huge bunch of flowers and chocolates and just say sorry, then leave the ball in her court. She’ll come back to us, she’s in this too deep. She couldn’t turn away from this now any more than you could. And don’t forget that the Prophecy itself was not name-specific even if the vessel that contained it was. I’d love to know how her mother knew of her daughter’s prophecy though I’m not going to ask anytime soon”.

Alice opened the door to a very contrite Harry and his lover the next afternoon. She gave them the once-over with her eyes and said, “Come in”. Draco stayed in the lounge with Tony and Harry and Alice went into the kitchen to talk. Harry opened his mouth to speak, to be hushed gently by his host, “I owe you an apology, Harry. I forget that I don’t own the sole rights to paranoia. I would have happily done this bond with you, had you asked, although in not quite such a public manner. I would have been equally happy to have had witnesses amongst the people that we trust. What riled me is the lie you told as the reason for us doing it. Fuck, Harry, you know a bit about my methods by now. I’d have been even more willing to do it in fact, if you’d told me you were having trust issues. We’re outlaws, Harry. You’ve seen my trust issues on that first dope run and I know you have to cover your arse”. She shook her head slightly and smiled, “Silly boy. Now come and give yer Aunty Alice a hug and we’ll have a beer and a line. Whaddya say?”

She still held the boy as Tony drifted into the kitchen, “Did someone mention beer and drugs? Yippee”. She relinquished Harry and, laughing, started to prepare lines. Draco wandered in, “Is everything all right now?”, he asked Harry. Alice reached out and ruffled Harry’s hair, “Harry?”, he turned from Draco to look at her. She had a fist held before her, the knuckles pointing forward, her elbow bent. Harry grinned and made a fist with his hand and they touched, knuckles to knuckles, then a few other moves, then a last touch identical to the first. “Yeah. We’re all right again”.

Harry leaned back in Draco’s arms on their own sofa and told him of the conversation he’d had with Alice and Draco chuckled, “Aunty, eh? And what was the fists thing about?”. It was Harry’s turn to laugh, “It’s an old gang salute, means we’re on the same side, brothers in arms, that kind of thing. Now where’s that coke?, ‘cos I want to snort a line off your creamy arse cheeks”. Draco squealed, “You are not puttin’ a razor blade anywhere near my assets, matey!!”. Harry growled, “Idiot!, I’ll use a credit card, now turn over”, as he undid Draco’s jeans and slid them down, “Mmm, commando, nice”, and dropped a kiss on each creamy globe before parting them with his thumbs and inhaling his beloved.

He flicked his tongue over Draco’s hole, then to his balls and back, then around then in, pushing past the muscular ring and diving in. Draco tried to push back but Harry’s weight prevented him, so he dryhumped the sofa beneath him, desperate for friction on his now solid cock and trying to open his legs wider. He moaned when the attention stopped, then felt his jeans being yanked off and he spread himself. Harry stood up and gazed at the sight below him, he bent and gave Draco’s arse-cheek a sharp nip that made ther blond yelp, “I’ll be right back and no touching. Stay there”, and went flying to the bedroom for the lube, shedding clothes.

Draco peered over his shoulder as Harry returned, naked, his erection jutting before him. The blond licked his lips, “Fuck me, Harry”. Harry lowered himself over Draco’s back, and licked his lover’s ear, “Only if you say the Magic word”, he purred. Draco gasped, “Hard!!”, and Harry chuckled, “Good boy”. Draco groaned again as a slick finger then another breeched him, twisting and scissoring, stroking his prostate with each pass, then the third finger, stretching and opening.

Harry slicked his own cock and inched in slowly, then lay over Draco once he was in balls-deep. “Move, Harry, fuck me. Please, baby. I want you”, so he did, long slow thrusts but no rhythm, gently biting Draco’s shoulder, then he came up onto his knees, dragging Draco up onto all fours and hardened his thrusts. Draco grabbed the arm of the sofa for more leverage as Harry reached a hand around and wanked his lover in time with his movements. He felt Draco tighten around him and he thrust faster, then Draco was crying out soaking his hand and Harry moaned and hissed and let go deep inside Draco.

He sat back on his heels, taking Draco with him until the blond sat in his lap, Harry still buried inside him. Draco tipped his head so they could kiss, then Harry held him tight as they got their breath back. Then Draco leaned forward slightly and Harry withdrew. Draco rolled onto his back and pulled Harry down on top of him and they kissed again, Draco’s leg curling over Harry’s. In moments, Harry was asleep and Draco was content to lie there with Harry’s weight pressing on top of him, running his fingers through Harry’s hair and trailing them along Harry’s back. In a very short while, he joined Harry in the land of nod.