Harry Potter and the book of oneshots (English translation)

Valentine's Day (Tomarry)

"Argh!"
Annoyed, Tom threw all the presents on his bed.
Sure, he was popular, he knew that, but the day of love still upset him.

It wasn't just girls, but boys and everything in between who were following him around with their hearts in their mouths and he had to be careful not to hex certain people into the next year.

Harry's giggles distracted him from his rant.
Perplexed, he stared at his roommate.
"What's so funny about that?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"It's the same every year and every year you get just as upset. Isn't it nice to have so many admirers?"

Tom snorted, before he realised.
"Where are your love letters, chocolates and perfumes?"
Harry smiled sadly.
"You know me, don't you? I never get anything for Valentine's Day. Except maybe a friendly one from Neville."

"I might have a little something for you. Promise me you won't get mad at me, though, okay?"
Harry just nodded.

Tom swallowed and glanced furtively at his bedside cabinet.
He approached slowly and rummaged around in one of the drawers for a few seconds before taking out a small present, wrapped in plain green paper.

Then he turned back to Harry, who had been watching what had happened with curiosity but also confusion.
The Gryffindor suddenly turned bright red as Tom stepped closer to him and handed him the box.

Harry removed the paper in awe and looked in amazement at Tom, who was rocking back and forth on his toes nervously.
Slowly, the boy opened the small box and took out the object.

There were two delicate silver chains, each with a heart on it.
In fine, curved lettering it said:

Harry & Tom

Deeply moved, Harry placed one of the pieces of jewellery around his neck.
His counterpart had lowered his head in excitement and now looked up when he didn't get a verbal response from Harry.

What he saw left him speechless.
The younger boy really did have them around his neck.
"I-" he faltered.
Tears of joy welled up in his eyes and ran slowly down his pale cheeks as Harry stepped closer and put the necklace on him himself.

The younger boy thanked him silently and let Tom pull him into a tight hug.
"You don't know how happy you've just made me," whispered the black-haired man.

Harry smiled into the hug and grumbled in agreement.

When they broke away after a while, Tom's hand travelled to Harry's cheek without hesitation and pulled him into a beautiful first kiss.