Sleeping In The Dark
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They carry him up to Harry's room and dump him on a second bed that Snape Transfigured from the bedtable with a swish of his wand. It's narrow, without posts, the bedding Slytherin green. Draco Malfoy looks pale against the sheets.
"He's no longer safe at the Manor," Snape says. Remus nods as if Malfoy hadn't brought this down on himself when he handed Hogwarts to Voldemort on a silver platter. Harry starts to protest but Remus gives him a look from wild yellow eyes, and Harry understands. Fenrir.
Malfoy appears for supper, a limp to his gait, his forearms wrapped in bandages. A voice sneers Hippogriff, Hippogriff in Harry's mind but it's no longer funny. Not with the pain potion beside Malfoy's plate and the way he shoves around his food.
They undress in silence. "Nox," Harry says. When he crawls into bed a Lumos brightens Malfoy's side of the room. His cracked lips form the first words he's spoken since he'd come to Grimmauld Place. "Can't sleep in the dark."
Harry nods; they keep looking at each other. Then Malfoy moves and he is in Harry's bed, sweaty, shivering and hard. "Touch me," he whispers, "fuck me." His eyes are bright, his voice breaks. A flaming spark of arousal shoots through Harry.
His fingers come away red from stretching Malfoy. But Malfoy wants this, he keeps whispering for Harry to please, please take him. And Harry does, as gently as he can, moving like a wave hitting shore, back and forth. It takes forever until Malfoy comes; his moans sound like sobs. Bill Weasley's scars are on Harry's mind when he finally lets go and spills into Malfoy's ravaged arse, the voice chanting, I will make you whole.