Prompt - Light
This was also inspired by a passage from Gravity's Rainbow (specifically the line "They are in love. Fuck the war.") I haven't read it, but I saw the passage on tumblr and loved it.
He can't usually risk any light, Snatchers always on the look out, so at first she makes her way in the dark. After the third scraped knee though, she persuades Draco through a carefully employed net of blackmail, nagging and crocodile tears to lend her his Hand of Glory. Draco's pale and too thin when he gives it to her and, uncomfortably touched, she rests a hand on his shoulder for a second. He meets her eyes for the first time, and she realises he knows.
"Don't be stupid, Pans," he says.
She gives him a hard smile. "That's your job."
So now she picks her way through the forest with a light to show her the way. Dean's waiting outside his tent, a scrappy thing that's almost as small on the inside as it is on the outside. She calls his name softly and his face breaks into a smile as he turns on his torch to see her.
"Turn that off, here hold this with me."
She sits beside him on the hard earth and guides his hand so it rests over hers, and he can see.
"Cool! Where'd you get this? What is it?"
"It gives light only to the one holding it."
They've gotten good at dodging questions and good at knowing when not to push.
"I've missed you," he says quietly.
The candlelight reflects golden in his dark eyes and his body is warm where its pressed against hers.
"I've missed you too," she says.
When he kisses her, she thinks, wildly, that this could be enough. The whole world is falling apart and as long as she gets to keep him, she doesn't care. Fuck Voldemort. Fuck the DA and the Order. Fuck the war.