Harriet runs out of the house, trying to tie her hair and meet Tom. The teenager standing in front of the house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It's strange? Harriet didn't expect him to turn up like this and if it's a play to win over James, chances are he'll only make his dad's bad mood worse. One that James tried to disguise when Harriet let him know that she was going for a walk with Tom today.
Just walking through Godric's Hollow and spending the afternoon together. In two days they return to Hogwarts, but there is not much time they spend together there, besides the sleepless nights and secret dates at night. Having their own space for a few hours, having revealed the secret to her parents only gives them freedom... kind of.
She feels James looking at her through the window.
Also, a bush in the neighbor's garden catches fire.
"Any reason for the flowers?"
"On your birthday you said that you liked it and that no one had never given it to you. It's a good first time." Tom says with a shrug. Harriet tilts her head.
"It's because of the French guy, right?" Tom doesn't answer. "Well! You somehow guessed that I like spireas. So you're the winner." Harriet jokes, smelling the bouquet.
Tom smiles slyly. That "guessed" was as simple as asking Hermione. She thought it was to prepare some Christmas gift, so, again, no suspicion on her part. Harriet turns and waves goodbye before walking off with Tom.
"He brought her flowers," Lily says with a smile and a hand on her chest. "I'm going to look for a vase. Don't let them die soon... Where are the vases?"
"In the basement, honey, they don't fall down there," James replies and Lily goes straight there. James forces himself to breathe. "They're not going to do it in an open place. At most they kiss. Don't worry, don't worry." he tells himself out loud to conform to this.
Parental jealousy is horrible.
He wants to go back to the time where Harriet was four years old and didn't have to worry about this.
He wants to convince himself that it is normal and that everyone suffers from it, so he feels less exaggerated. He turns to look at the house and wonders if Lily will find any empty vases. He accounts for almost everyone already placed in the house. It's not strange they're all in use, he bought his wife flowers. Lily likes the smell and that the house looks colorful despite being an old structure.
Harriet, for her part, holds the bouquet with both hands. She doesn't want it to be damaged at all. She knows they will wither and she won't even be home when it happens, but she really likes the detail.
"My dad admitted that he hates you."
"Wow. He didn't make a fool of me," Tom says ironically. "Anything else? Maybe curse my ancestors"
"No. He was just worried about what you really feel for me and if you have said 'I love you' yo me." informs Harriet and Tom feel Relief? That's the question.
The only question.
The only expectation.
It's big, very tall too, but...
"I love you."
They stop halfway and Harriet smiles, tilting her head.
"I love you too Tom. It's nice to tell you without being locked up and hidden." she mentions it with a shrug and it's... True.
Being private does not bother them, but having to repress even the smallest gesture of interest that cannot be excused as friendship is tiring. The feeling that Slytherin and Gryffindor are going to explode if this gets out. The favorite and perfect prince with the lioness so named. A simple scandal that they don't want to live with. They already have enough scandal on them
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• Romeo, Juliet & Cinderella • | Tomrry
Fanfiction"We are opposites, but we are one and the same.... No one could be for me and no one can be for you. We only have each other. Everyone can hate you and they can't change you. You are mine. And it makes me so desperate, I'd kill you to avoid seeing y...
