He still remembers the last time, just before the war. When it happens next, it is by chance, in a small city, in a small country in some far thrown corner of the world, far from Hogwarts and Britain and Everything. H/H. Angst. Smut.
They suddenly realize, as they reach the door, that to get in, someone is going to have to take their hands off the other for some period of time. Smut.
"How long can you stay?" he asks from the bed.