The stone steps of the Astronomy Tower felt uneven beneath her feet as she descended. Every movement required a deliberate calculation because the sound of the Death Eaters on the floor below was a rhythmic, terrifying pulse. Harry moved ahead of her, his silhouette a dark notch against the grey stone walls. He reached back to catch her hand, pulling her closer to his body so that their breathing could synchronise. The sound of boots on the floor below was too loud, a heavy reminder of the violence about to unfold in the corridor. Harry turned, his eyes searching hers in the dim light of the stairwell. He placed his hand over her mouth, the palm warm and damp against her skin.
"Do not make a sound," he breathed into the space between them.
She nodded, pressing her face into the fabric of his robes to stifle a gasp. He led her into a narrow alcove where the stone was damp and cold. They were trapped between the high, vaulted ceiling and the lethal precision of the men below. The footsteps were closer now, a heavy clatter of metal and leather. Harry pulled her into him, his hands sliding down to her waist. He needed to feel her, to ground himself in her presence while the world fell apart. He pushed her back against the wall, the rough stone biting into her shoulder blades.
He moved his hand from her mouth to the buttons of her robes, working with a desperate, frantic speed. He wanted to get inside her before the screams started. He wanted to be lost in the sensation of her skin so he would not have to hear the blood hit the floor. Harry leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he undid the final fastenings. He stripped her robes back, exposing her skin to the biting chill of the air. He did not care about the cold because the heat of his own blood felt like a fever.
His hands found her knickers, pulling the silk down her legs until they pooled around her ankles. He moved his body between her thighs, his weight a heavy, solid thing that pressed her into the stone. He entered her with a sharp, sudden thrust, his cock sliding into her wet cunt. Draconia gasped, a sound caught in her throat as he filled her. He moved with a frantic, jagged rhythm, his cock rubbing against the walls of her pussy as he pushed deeper. He was fucking her as if he were trying to merge their two bodies into one single entity.
She reached up, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer. Every time he drove his cock into her, she felt the jarring impact in her bones. He was fucking her hard, his hips slapping against her thighs with a wet, rhythmic sound. He was not gentle; he was a man trying to drown a scream. He groaned, a low, gutt-like sound that he muffled against the crook of her neck. He pushed deeper, his cock hitting the sensitive curve of her cervix, making her vision blur with the sensation.
"I have you," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
The sound of a heavy door slamming one floor below made her heart leap into her throat. She tightened her legs around his waist, her damp cunt gripping his shaft as he surged inside her. He felt her contractions, the way her pussy pulsed around his cock. He leaned his head down, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He began to fuck her faster, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. He was a man chasing an end to the terror, and the only way out was through the heat of her body.
He pulled back slightly to look at her, his eyes dark and glazed. He saw the way her lips were parted, the way her breath came in short, jagged hitches. He drove into her again, a long, slow stroke that felt like it would split her open. The sensation of his cock inside her was the only reality she had left. The world was a series of falling bodies and rising shadows, but here, the only thing that mattered was the way his cock stretched her pussy. He was a heavy, solid weight, a physical proof of life in a place of death.
The footsteps below had stopped, replaced by the sound of heavy, rhythmic walking. They were moving through the corridor, passing just below their alcove. Draconia felt the vibration in the stone, a low thrum of movement that made her stomach turn. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the sound of men breathing and the clink of armour. Harry’s movements became even more frantic, his cock a hot, thick presence inside her. He was fucking her with a singular, desperate focus, his hips driving forward with enough force to bruise.
He felt the build of her climax, the way her pussy clamped around his cock in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses. He followed her into it, his own pleasure a sharp, white-hot ache in his groin. He pushed himself into her one last time, his cock buried deep in her cunt. He began to cum, the warm, thick fluid spraying against the walls of her vagina. He groaned, the sound a muffled vibration against her shoulder, as he emptied himself into her. She felt the heat of his cum filling her, a heavy, visceral sensation that made her weep.
The silence of the tower was absolute, broken only by the sound of their combined, ragged breathing. The tension in the air was a physical weight, a heavy thing that pressed against their lungs. Harry slumped against her, his forehead resting on her shoulder. He was shaking, the aftershocks of his climax still rippling through his muscles. She turned her head, pressing her face into the warmth of his neck, feeling the salt of her own tears.
The world below was a place of shadows and steel, a place where names were lost and lives were spent. But in this small, dark space, there was only the heat of their skin and the scent of sex. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as the reality of the night settled over them. She needed to tell him the truth, the one thing she could not take back.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes searching his face in the dark. She saw the fear there, the way it was etched into the lines of his mouth. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lip. She leaned in, her lips brushing his shoulder, and whispered the only truth she had left.
"I am staying," she said into his shoulder.