Hard Time, Chapter 30
Title: Hard Time Ch. 30/30 COMPLETE!!!!
Author: Juwel (juweldom@yahoo.com)
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Catetories: romance, hurt/comfort, angst
Warnings: SPOILERS for DH, compliant with DH except for the epilogue. Warnings for rape (early chapters), submission and domination, and suicidal tendencies.
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are the property of J.K. Rowling and not mine, sadly. That doesn't seem to have stopped anyone from using them in truly sick and demented ways. No money is being made from this.
Summary: The war is over, and the Death Eaters must do hard time in Azkaban. Draco must vanquish his worst enemy; his own fear.
Notes: Thanks to bdtinkerpot for the beta! This has been an incredible journey for me. Many thanks to all of you who stuck through the whole thing and commented.
2438 words this chapter
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
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It was several hours later when the Ministry wizards finished with Draco's monitoring spells and finally discharged him. The press had thinned somewhat, but a few stalwart photographers and journalists (including of course Ms. Rita Skeeter) were still milling about. As soon as he was out the door of the holding chamber, they were upon him, asking questions, asking him to expand on what he said, if it were true that he was in love with Harry Potter, and what he would do now that he was free. Before he could say a word, Harry was there, a stern look in his eyes, blocking their view of Draco.
"Malfoy has had a long day, so while I am sure that you have many questions, they're going to have to wait for another opportunity. You can owl me to set up an interview--I think I've already received owls from most of you anyway," Harry said in a clipped tone that fairly vibrated with power. It made a few of the journalists take a step back.
"Is Mr. Malfoy going home with you tonight then, Mr. Potter?" Rita asked, leaning forward, oblivious or uncaring of the tension in Harry's face.
Harry looked at her icily. There was hope for him yet, Draco found himself thinking. "Yes. It would be a little soon for him to have set up other accommodations, don't you think?"
She cooed, and her quill raced across the page of her notebook. No doubt there would be admissions of sex with handcuffs and goats in her next article about the two of them. Draco sighed.
"Now if you'll excuse us," Harry continued, and pushed his way through. He didn't have to push far; Ministry Aurors appeared to help escort Harry and Draco to the Floo stations, keeping the press back to a manageable distance.
Gratefully, Draco stepped up to take a pinch of powder, and stated, "Potter Manor." Seconds later, he was joined by Harry in the grand fireplace of the main living room.
Draco looked over at Harry, feeling lost and adrift, unsteady on his feet. And suddenly near tears. Too much trying to hold things in today, too much having to face his fears. He didn't make a move, but he didn't have to; Harry saw and he understood, nodding once as he took a step towards Draco and wrapped his arms around him. Draco sobbed once, and just held on tight, burying his face against Harry's neck, wanting to smell him, touch him. Needing to feel protected by him.
Harry seemed to be clinging just as hard to him, Draco noted, and it was gratifying that he wasn't the only one being emotional this time. Harry kissed his hair, and Draco felt the tension go out of him, to be followed by a sweet warmth. A feeling of safety. He swallowed hard. One question still burned in his mind. "I can really live with you?"
"Yes," Harry said immediately, drawing back just enough to kiss Draco's mouth. "God, yes. I didn't know how to ask you--you were talking about moving to your mother's place in Edinburgh. I didn't think that you wanted to, you know. Live here. With me." He blushed and looked down, and Draco realised that his little statement made weeks ago hadn't been so little to Harry. It had merely been something to make Draco feel more sure that there could be a future for him that didn't involve prison. A way out.
Draco touched his fingertip to Harry's lips, hurting for him. "I wanted to. I thought I was just another of your missions. I didn't think you'd want--" He couldn't finish; he couldn't say it now, that he'd thought Harry would toss him aside the moment he was free. Instead, he asked, "You really meant that, didn't you, in the courtroom. That you love me." It still felt like a dream.
With a nod, Harry kissed Draco hard, a kiss passionate enough to erase any of Draco's doubts. "I do. I love you. I didn't want to say it before, because I didn't know how you felt, and I didn't want to put that kind of pressure on you, make you feel like you had pretend to love me too in order to make sure that I'd help you. I wanted us to be out of the shadow of that damned trial."
Merlin, and what a relief it was, that it was all over. "I need to sit down," Draco said, because his legs felt like they couldn't hold him up any longer. Harry guided him to the sofa and they both sat down, still holding each other. It was frightening to say it. He'd only said it earlier because of the Veritaserum. But Draco knew he needed to say it again. For Harry's ears only. "I love you too."
Harry smiled a little. "So I heard. Hell of a way to let it out, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I had any choice under the truth serum. Believe me, it wasn't my first choice to mention."
"You would have preferred to tell me in private?" Harry asked, looking closely at him. "Or would you have never said a word if I hadn't?" Harry's hands were stroking Draco's chest, making him feel sleepy and relaxed and excited all at the same time. Draco did not miss the fact that Harry had also loosened his tie, and had removed his outer robes.
A little groan escaped Draco, and he reached out to help Harry start to remove his clothing. "I . . . I probably wouldn't have said anything. I would have waited to see how you acted after the verdict." It was an honest answer, even if it probably wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. He watched as Harry shrugged out of his outer robes and took off his shirt, reaching up to touch skin, running his hands up and down Harry's bare chest.
"Then I guess I'm glad things went as they did," Harry said, working at Draco's trousers next. They were leaving a pile of clothing on the floor. Draco gasped as Harry's hand brushed over his cock, still trapped by his briefs. Harry slid the trousers down to Draco's ankles, deftly removing his shoes and pulling the trousers the rest of the way off. "Want you," Harry said, as if that weren't already obvious enough. Draco groaned.
It was as if they both were on fire, the heat licking at their skin. Draco couldn't get the clothing off Harry fast enough; he heard fabric tear at one point, but he was far too gone to care. Then they were both naked, and it seemed that the sofa would have to do, because neither of them was willing to take the extra seconds to get up to the bedroom. Harry covered Draco's body with his own, kissing him deeply, pressing up against him, his rigid flesh brushing against Draco's thigh. Draco shifted a little, and moaned as their cocks touched. No, he couldn't possibly say goodbye to this. He wanted this each and every night if possible. Forever.
"What do you want?" Harry asked breathlessly between kisses, as their hands roamed over each other, bodies finding a rhythm of moving together, hips undulating, thrusting. He nibbled at the side of Draco's neck and a needy whimper escaped Draco. He was having trouble thinking, much less talking.
"Want . . ." Draco licked at Harry chest. Wanted to taste Harry. Feel him. Be taken by him. "Want you to control me. Want to be yours." Draco heard the rumble inside Harry's chest and knew that Harry liked that idea as much as he did. "Want you to fuck me," he added, because the emptiness was growing unbearable. "Now." He was nothing if not demanding.
"Yes," Harry whispered, wrapping his hand around Draco's cock and slowly stroking him. "This time I want your hands over your head. Hold them there. Accio lube!" He caught the lube as it sailed towards them, pouring some into his hand, then he returned to stroking Draco, fiery green eyes holding Draco immobile just as his words did. Draco shivered, loving every second of it. This felt right. Finally.
"Bite me. Mark me," Draco begged, spreading his legs so that Harry could slide a finger inside, grinding himself down onto it. He was hungry, desperate. As Harry bit down on the skin just above his nipple, Draco cried out, bucking, squirming. Harry's growl sent heat straight to his cock. The bite left a perfect imprint of Harry's teeth, purpling Draco's flesh.
A second finger joined Harry's first, as he began slowly working his fingers inside Draco, dropping kisses over Draco's chest as he worked. Draco nodded that this was perfect; this was just what he needed. He bit his lip as Harry's warm mouth found a nipple and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue.
Draco was on the verge of coming, and they hadn't even really done much. "Bloody tease," he whined, arching against Harry's fingers again, insistent upon them going deeper, harder.
"Mmm, blood?" Harry whispered, and the look in his eye seared through Draco, making him tremble and sweat. Harry shoved his two fingers deep with the one hand, and suddenly scratched hard at Draco's chest with the other hand, leaving red trails down his chest and stomach. Draco cried out, clenching around Harry, cock twitching and leaking.
"Fuck me. Please. Can't take much more," Draco pleaded.
Thankfully, Harry pulled out his fingers, and Draco watched as Harry rubbed a little lube on his cock, thinking how beautiful Harry looked like this, with that wild look of lust in his eyes, his proud cock erect and flushed. Harry bent over, pushing Draco's knees to his chest so that he could trail the head of his cock over Draco's hole, teasing him with it, brushing over it once, twice, three times as Draco grew dizzy with want. "Please," Draco whispered. Harry smiled.
Then he lined up and plunged in. Draco cried out, grabbing hold of Harry's shoulders at the burst of pain and pleasure, as he felt himself stretched wide open, felt how hard Harry was at this moment. Harry's mouth found his, and they kissed with desperate passion, waiting for Draco's body to relax a little against the intrusion. Draco could feel Harry trembling and marvelled at his self control.
Harry drew out a little, his breath rattling against Draco's mouth, and then thrust home again, groaning. Draco arched up, meeting the thrust with abandonment, aware only of how much he needed this, how good it all felt. Two months ago, it would have been madness to imagine himself like this, with Harry. Now, it was all that he wanted.
They moved together, Harry thrusting deeply over and over, Draco moving to meet each thrust eagerly, their mouths locked on each other, holding on it seemed for dear life. This wasn't like any of the other times. It was indescribable. Draco felt the fullness deep inside, each stroke passing over the spot that sent shocks through his body, and even though it was so good it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's shaft and began stroking him in time with the thrusts. That was more than Draco could take; with a loud cry he began coming, spilling over his stomach and Harry's hand as Harry milked him dry, not pausing at all in his thrusts, sending Draco higher and higher into ecstasy.
Draco thought that Harry would come then, but he didn't, though he increased the pace a little more, fucking Draco for all his worth, sweating and panting, his breath warm against Draco's hair. He seemed to be having just a little trouble making it over the final hurdle.
"Stay with me," Harry gasped, his lips brushing through Draco's hair near the shell of his ear, rocking hard into him in a way that kept sending aftershocks coursing through Draco's body. He was extra sensitive, but it still felt so good.
"Yes," Draco replied, and had an idea. He bit down on the side of Harry's neck. Hard.
"Yes!" Harry shouted. He bucked once, and then he was coming, and Draco could actually feel it, deep inside. He clung Harry to him until the orgasm was over, then Harry collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. So they both liked that little touch of pain. Draco found himself grinning.
Harry looked and saw the grin, and he began grinning as well. They both laughed a little at that, which felt very peculiar, as they were still joined. Harry pulled out, and performed cleaning spells on both of them (and the sofa). They shifted positions a little so that Draco could rest his head on Harry's chest, just resting from the long day.
At length, Harry spoke again. "There's one more thing I needed to tell you." Draco raised his head a little so that he could see Harry's face; it was also rather peculiar to listen to his voice reverberating through his chest. "McGonagall spoke to me after the trial, about the sort of community service you'll be performing at Hogwarts. She said she wants you to help with Slughorn's Potions class."
Draco nodded, relieved, actually. She would have been within her rights to have him helping the House elves in the kitchen. "I can do that."
Harry nodded, then smiled. "And she said if we behave ourselves and don't miss class, she'll allow us to use one of the teaching staff quarters, so that you won't have to stay in the Slytherin dorms. But she'll revoke that if we disappear for days at a time." He grinned, and it was obvious what he was thinking might be the reason for such a disappearance.
A last weight was lifted from Draco's heart. He'd been a bit concerned about that. "All right. We'll behave then." For the chance to sleep with Harry at school? Oh, they'd bloody well behave. He leaned in to give Harry a long kiss. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Harry returned, one hand slowly petting Draco's hair. Draco found himself blushing a little, Harry's look was intent, thoughtful. "Love you," Harry said softly.
It still sent a sharp thrill through Draco to hear it. He wondered if it always would.
"Love you too," Draco said, and the words came a little easier, felt a little less awkward.
He could certainly get used to this, in time.
And time was something they now had plenty of.
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The End
Author: Juwel (juweldom@yahoo.com)
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Catetories: romance, hurt/comfort, angst
Warnings: SPOILERS for DH, compliant with DH except for the epilogue. Warnings for rape (early chapters), submission and domination, and suicidal tendencies.
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are the property of J.K. Rowling and not mine, sadly. That doesn't seem to have stopped anyone from using them in truly sick and demented ways. No money is being made from this.
Summary: The war is over, and the Death Eaters must do hard time in Azkaban. Draco must vanquish his worst enemy; his own fear.
Notes: Thanks to bdtinkerpot for the beta! This has been an incredible journey for me. Many thanks to all of you who stuck through the whole thing and commented.
2438 words this chapter
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
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It was several hours later when the Ministry wizards finished with Draco's monitoring spells and finally discharged him. The press had thinned somewhat, but a few stalwart photographers and journalists (including of course Ms. Rita Skeeter) were still milling about. As soon as he was out the door of the holding chamber, they were upon him, asking questions, asking him to expand on what he said, if it were true that he was in love with Harry Potter, and what he would do now that he was free. Before he could say a word, Harry was there, a stern look in his eyes, blocking their view of Draco.
"Malfoy has had a long day, so while I am sure that you have many questions, they're going to have to wait for another opportunity. You can owl me to set up an interview--I think I've already received owls from most of you anyway," Harry said in a clipped tone that fairly vibrated with power. It made a few of the journalists take a step back.
"Is Mr. Malfoy going home with you tonight then, Mr. Potter?" Rita asked, leaning forward, oblivious or uncaring of the tension in Harry's face.
Harry looked at her icily. There was hope for him yet, Draco found himself thinking. "Yes. It would be a little soon for him to have set up other accommodations, don't you think?"
She cooed, and her quill raced across the page of her notebook. No doubt there would be admissions of sex with handcuffs and goats in her next article about the two of them. Draco sighed.
"Now if you'll excuse us," Harry continued, and pushed his way through. He didn't have to push far; Ministry Aurors appeared to help escort Harry and Draco to the Floo stations, keeping the press back to a manageable distance.
Gratefully, Draco stepped up to take a pinch of powder, and stated, "Potter Manor." Seconds later, he was joined by Harry in the grand fireplace of the main living room.
Draco looked over at Harry, feeling lost and adrift, unsteady on his feet. And suddenly near tears. Too much trying to hold things in today, too much having to face his fears. He didn't make a move, but he didn't have to; Harry saw and he understood, nodding once as he took a step towards Draco and wrapped his arms around him. Draco sobbed once, and just held on tight, burying his face against Harry's neck, wanting to smell him, touch him. Needing to feel protected by him.
Harry seemed to be clinging just as hard to him, Draco noted, and it was gratifying that he wasn't the only one being emotional this time. Harry kissed his hair, and Draco felt the tension go out of him, to be followed by a sweet warmth. A feeling of safety. He swallowed hard. One question still burned in his mind. "I can really live with you?"
"Yes," Harry said immediately, drawing back just enough to kiss Draco's mouth. "God, yes. I didn't know how to ask you--you were talking about moving to your mother's place in Edinburgh. I didn't think that you wanted to, you know. Live here. With me." He blushed and looked down, and Draco realised that his little statement made weeks ago hadn't been so little to Harry. It had merely been something to make Draco feel more sure that there could be a future for him that didn't involve prison. A way out.
Draco touched his fingertip to Harry's lips, hurting for him. "I wanted to. I thought I was just another of your missions. I didn't think you'd want--" He couldn't finish; he couldn't say it now, that he'd thought Harry would toss him aside the moment he was free. Instead, he asked, "You really meant that, didn't you, in the courtroom. That you love me." It still felt like a dream.
With a nod, Harry kissed Draco hard, a kiss passionate enough to erase any of Draco's doubts. "I do. I love you. I didn't want to say it before, because I didn't know how you felt, and I didn't want to put that kind of pressure on you, make you feel like you had pretend to love me too in order to make sure that I'd help you. I wanted us to be out of the shadow of that damned trial."
Merlin, and what a relief it was, that it was all over. "I need to sit down," Draco said, because his legs felt like they couldn't hold him up any longer. Harry guided him to the sofa and they both sat down, still holding each other. It was frightening to say it. He'd only said it earlier because of the Veritaserum. But Draco knew he needed to say it again. For Harry's ears only. "I love you too."
Harry smiled a little. "So I heard. Hell of a way to let it out, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I had any choice under the truth serum. Believe me, it wasn't my first choice to mention."
"You would have preferred to tell me in private?" Harry asked, looking closely at him. "Or would you have never said a word if I hadn't?" Harry's hands were stroking Draco's chest, making him feel sleepy and relaxed and excited all at the same time. Draco did not miss the fact that Harry had also loosened his tie, and had removed his outer robes.
A little groan escaped Draco, and he reached out to help Harry start to remove his clothing. "I . . . I probably wouldn't have said anything. I would have waited to see how you acted after the verdict." It was an honest answer, even if it probably wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. He watched as Harry shrugged out of his outer robes and took off his shirt, reaching up to touch skin, running his hands up and down Harry's bare chest.
"Then I guess I'm glad things went as they did," Harry said, working at Draco's trousers next. They were leaving a pile of clothing on the floor. Draco gasped as Harry's hand brushed over his cock, still trapped by his briefs. Harry slid the trousers down to Draco's ankles, deftly removing his shoes and pulling the trousers the rest of the way off. "Want you," Harry said, as if that weren't already obvious enough. Draco groaned.
It was as if they both were on fire, the heat licking at their skin. Draco couldn't get the clothing off Harry fast enough; he heard fabric tear at one point, but he was far too gone to care. Then they were both naked, and it seemed that the sofa would have to do, because neither of them was willing to take the extra seconds to get up to the bedroom. Harry covered Draco's body with his own, kissing him deeply, pressing up against him, his rigid flesh brushing against Draco's thigh. Draco shifted a little, and moaned as their cocks touched. No, he couldn't possibly say goodbye to this. He wanted this each and every night if possible. Forever.
"What do you want?" Harry asked breathlessly between kisses, as their hands roamed over each other, bodies finding a rhythm of moving together, hips undulating, thrusting. He nibbled at the side of Draco's neck and a needy whimper escaped Draco. He was having trouble thinking, much less talking.
"Want . . ." Draco licked at Harry chest. Wanted to taste Harry. Feel him. Be taken by him. "Want you to control me. Want to be yours." Draco heard the rumble inside Harry's chest and knew that Harry liked that idea as much as he did. "Want you to fuck me," he added, because the emptiness was growing unbearable. "Now." He was nothing if not demanding.
"Yes," Harry whispered, wrapping his hand around Draco's cock and slowly stroking him. "This time I want your hands over your head. Hold them there. Accio lube!" He caught the lube as it sailed towards them, pouring some into his hand, then he returned to stroking Draco, fiery green eyes holding Draco immobile just as his words did. Draco shivered, loving every second of it. This felt right. Finally.
"Bite me. Mark me," Draco begged, spreading his legs so that Harry could slide a finger inside, grinding himself down onto it. He was hungry, desperate. As Harry bit down on the skin just above his nipple, Draco cried out, bucking, squirming. Harry's growl sent heat straight to his cock. The bite left a perfect imprint of Harry's teeth, purpling Draco's flesh.
A second finger joined Harry's first, as he began slowly working his fingers inside Draco, dropping kisses over Draco's chest as he worked. Draco nodded that this was perfect; this was just what he needed. He bit his lip as Harry's warm mouth found a nipple and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue.
Draco was on the verge of coming, and they hadn't even really done much. "Bloody tease," he whined, arching against Harry's fingers again, insistent upon them going deeper, harder.
"Mmm, blood?" Harry whispered, and the look in his eye seared through Draco, making him tremble and sweat. Harry shoved his two fingers deep with the one hand, and suddenly scratched hard at Draco's chest with the other hand, leaving red trails down his chest and stomach. Draco cried out, clenching around Harry, cock twitching and leaking.
"Fuck me. Please. Can't take much more," Draco pleaded.
Thankfully, Harry pulled out his fingers, and Draco watched as Harry rubbed a little lube on his cock, thinking how beautiful Harry looked like this, with that wild look of lust in his eyes, his proud cock erect and flushed. Harry bent over, pushing Draco's knees to his chest so that he could trail the head of his cock over Draco's hole, teasing him with it, brushing over it once, twice, three times as Draco grew dizzy with want. "Please," Draco whispered. Harry smiled.
Then he lined up and plunged in. Draco cried out, grabbing hold of Harry's shoulders at the burst of pain and pleasure, as he felt himself stretched wide open, felt how hard Harry was at this moment. Harry's mouth found his, and they kissed with desperate passion, waiting for Draco's body to relax a little against the intrusion. Draco could feel Harry trembling and marvelled at his self control.
Harry drew out a little, his breath rattling against Draco's mouth, and then thrust home again, groaning. Draco arched up, meeting the thrust with abandonment, aware only of how much he needed this, how good it all felt. Two months ago, it would have been madness to imagine himself like this, with Harry. Now, it was all that he wanted.
They moved together, Harry thrusting deeply over and over, Draco moving to meet each thrust eagerly, their mouths locked on each other, holding on it seemed for dear life. This wasn't like any of the other times. It was indescribable. Draco felt the fullness deep inside, each stroke passing over the spot that sent shocks through his body, and even though it was so good it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's shaft and began stroking him in time with the thrusts. That was more than Draco could take; with a loud cry he began coming, spilling over his stomach and Harry's hand as Harry milked him dry, not pausing at all in his thrusts, sending Draco higher and higher into ecstasy.
Draco thought that Harry would come then, but he didn't, though he increased the pace a little more, fucking Draco for all his worth, sweating and panting, his breath warm against Draco's hair. He seemed to be having just a little trouble making it over the final hurdle.
"Stay with me," Harry gasped, his lips brushing through Draco's hair near the shell of his ear, rocking hard into him in a way that kept sending aftershocks coursing through Draco's body. He was extra sensitive, but it still felt so good.
"Yes," Draco replied, and had an idea. He bit down on the side of Harry's neck. Hard.
"Yes!" Harry shouted. He bucked once, and then he was coming, and Draco could actually feel it, deep inside. He clung Harry to him until the orgasm was over, then Harry collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. So they both liked that little touch of pain. Draco found himself grinning.
Harry looked and saw the grin, and he began grinning as well. They both laughed a little at that, which felt very peculiar, as they were still joined. Harry pulled out, and performed cleaning spells on both of them (and the sofa). They shifted positions a little so that Draco could rest his head on Harry's chest, just resting from the long day.
At length, Harry spoke again. "There's one more thing I needed to tell you." Draco raised his head a little so that he could see Harry's face; it was also rather peculiar to listen to his voice reverberating through his chest. "McGonagall spoke to me after the trial, about the sort of community service you'll be performing at Hogwarts. She said she wants you to help with Slughorn's Potions class."
Draco nodded, relieved, actually. She would have been within her rights to have him helping the House elves in the kitchen. "I can do that."
Harry nodded, then smiled. "And she said if we behave ourselves and don't miss class, she'll allow us to use one of the teaching staff quarters, so that you won't have to stay in the Slytherin dorms. But she'll revoke that if we disappear for days at a time." He grinned, and it was obvious what he was thinking might be the reason for such a disappearance.
A last weight was lifted from Draco's heart. He'd been a bit concerned about that. "All right. We'll behave then." For the chance to sleep with Harry at school? Oh, they'd bloody well behave. He leaned in to give Harry a long kiss. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Harry returned, one hand slowly petting Draco's hair. Draco found himself blushing a little, Harry's look was intent, thoughtful. "Love you," Harry said softly.
It still sent a sharp thrill through Draco to hear it. He wondered if it always would.
"Love you too," Draco said, and the words came a little easier, felt a little less awkward.
He could certainly get used to this, in time.
And time was something they now had plenty of.
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The End