Harry shied away from the light, snuggling into the warm body by his side. He smiled sleepily and planted soft kisses down the exposed flesh, sleep-warmed and silky-smooth. Draco sighed in his sleep and moved closer, refusing to wake up but not wanting to discourage the attention.

Turning, green eyes looked out of the large bay window, set deep in the stone. He could see the soft pink hues of dawn and golden streaks of the promised sun. However, instead of being enchanted by its beauty, he cursed it with every living fibre of his being. "No, not yet… not yet…" he mumbled but even as these words passed his lips, he knew they were useless. He could not stop time passing, he could not stop the dawn and he could not escape his fate.

Planting one last kiss, he gently sat up and began to gather his clothes which were scattered around the bed. This certainly did wake Draco who immediately wrapped his arms around his husband's broad shoulders, holding him down, drawing him back. "Don't go, it's not dawn yet. Stay longer, it's not time for you to go."

"But it is, my love. Look through the window and see the new day."

Draco squinted at the soft light. "That is not the sun, it cannot be. It is… the moon set, I know it is. And there is time before the moon sets and the sun rises… so do not go."

"The moon set?" Harry looked out again, sighed and then whirled around. "Yes, of course," he laughed, tackling Draco down, pinning the writhing, giggling form beneath him, "it's the moon set. You're right my love, of course you are," then bending down he kissed every part of smooth flesh he could find before capturing the rosy lips, open from laughter.

Draco laughed and squirmed, both pushed up against the body above him and at the same time, drawing him closer. "Of course… I'm right!" he panted.

Harry looked down, flushed and grinning. "And even if you weren't, I wouldn't care. Let them find me here. I would rather stay here with you and risk being found then leave your side. No, it is not day," and he fell to kissing again, this time homing in on Draco's pale neck.

But the seeds of doubt had already been sown and Draco looked up to the big grand-father clock that had handily materialised. "Five o'clock?! It is day! Harry, get up! Be gone! Before they find you."

Finding new strength, he pushed off the teen above him, actually dumping him off the bed. Harry looked up guiltily and smiled in resignation before resuming gathering his clothes and putting them on the respective parts of his anatomy, made slightly difficult by Draco's continued kisses up and down his form.

Once he was dressed, mostly, he stood up and turned around. Draco sat, his legs tucked underneath him, the sheet wrapped around his waist, and looked up, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Harry bent down and cupped the delicate face before brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb and gently kissing the quivering lips. "Do not be sad," he said, even though his heart was breaking, "it is not really good bye."

"How do you know?"

"I know. This is true love and time nor distance can surpass nor overcome it. Our love will hold strong and this is how I know we will be reunited."

"I dreamt last night. I dreamt that you were taken away and the next time I saw you, you were… were dead-"

"Hush, my love. A dream is a dream. This is real. I love you."

"And I you," Draco cried, wrapping his arms around his husband's neck.

Harry gently picked him up and held him close for a moment before setting him down on the cold stone floor. Wrapping the sheet around his shoulders he smiled, kissed him once and then walked towards the door. One last look over his shoulder, a small smile and he was gone, leaving Draco alone.

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