Flufftober Day 7: Porch Swing
Tomarry - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter
Implied death(?)
[this one ended bittersweet, I'm tearing up]
Tom woke up energized and excited.
It was finally that day.
He rushed his morning routine: shower, clothes, breakfast, hair, teeth. He wondered if Harry would notice he was wearing the robe he gave him when he turned seventeen. He wondered if he should do his hair to the right or to the left.
Well, whatever, Harry always messes it up anyway.
He made some tea, added honey, and took it to their table outside.
The weather was beautiful. Even though the sun was not up yet, he felt no cold. And he knew that even if the day was sunny and clear, he'd feel no hot.
He sat on their porch swing, trying to look nonchalant and confident. It wasn't usual that his husband had days off, but he always made sure to keep that day off. He'd arrive in his dizzying way, chucking his work robes on the chair opposite the swing, and cuddle with Tom on the swing from sunrise to nightfall.
Maybe it was the day he'd convince Harry to stay?
When the first ray of sunshine peeked over the horizon, Harry appeared with a crack right outside their garden.
Tom had to restrain himself from jumping up and running towards his favorite person. He had to play it cool, damn it!
"Hey, love," he waved a hand as if he wasn't buzzing with excitement on the inside. "How've you been?"
Harry grinned back, seeing right through him like always, and, after throwing his black robes onto the other chair, he sat and pulled Tom into a warm hug.
"God, I missed you," Harry mumbled into the taller's chest.
Tom planned on keeping his hands on Harry for the whole day.
"Tea?" He offered.
"Maybe later," Harry sighed contentedly, practically sitting on the other man's lap. "I'm enjoying this way too much to let go now."
"Me too," Tom whispered, tightening his arms around Harry.
They stayed there for most of the day. They did the same thing every time Harry visited. It was comfortable for both of them, and both of them needed it.
Tom felt refreshed, content, and at peace. Harry felt as if everything they went through was worth it only to have those moments.
"There was an accident at Hogsmeade last week," Harry told Tom, talking about his work away from him. "One kid died."
"Oh," Tom pulled him closer. "I'm sorry, darling. I know how you hate that part of the job."
"Mhm," Harry nodded tiredly into the other's neck. "I thought about it but, I don't think you're ready to have a son," he teased.
Tom played with the dark strands of hair, keeping his eyes on the sun that was slowly but surely going down.
"I could be," he said carefully. "If you were here with me."
Harry groaned and pushed himself a little up to look into Tom's eyes.
"You know I can't," he said, and Tom had to look away to avoid the anguish in his lover's eyes. "Maybe someday, but that time has not arrived yet. No one has found them."
"Maybe if you hadn't dropped one in the forest," Tom mumbled.
"Tom," Harry cupped his face in his hand, leaning close until their noses touched. "You know why I did it. I'd do it again if I had the chance. I love you. I couldn't let you- disappear like that."
Tom nodded once and stole a kiss from Harry's lips.
"I'm sorry you had to make that choice," he mumbled into Harry's lips. "I would find another way if I had the chance. Maybe then we could be together more time."
"Maybe," Harry smiled, kissing Tom again. "But then who knows how much time we'd had. Now I can tell for sure that we have eternity ahead of us. I'll just take a while to be here permanently. But I am yours, Tom. always."
"Always and forever," Tom replied, trying to keep Harry in his grasp.
However, the sun was almost gone, and Harry was becoming translucent. The dark robes were back on him, trapping him and claiming him as Master of Death.
More like Death's Vessel.
Tom teared up and closed his eyes tightly, not looking as Harry left, again, and as the sun completely disappeared behind the horizon.
He couldn't wait for some lucky person to find the stone, in the middle of a forest in Albania, and recognize it as what it was. He also hoped for that person to steal the cloak from Harry's grave. And he wished that whoever this person was, knew how to fix wands since Harry broke his wand during his last duel with Tom.
He sobbed.
He ran into the house and locked the door. He only left it when Harry was there.
And thanks to his own greed and stupidity that happened once every hundred years.
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