How to Prevent a War

Dating is Hard Work

"You're all healed up, Mr. Potter," the nurse told him.
"Now, be sure not to get yourself into trouble again, alright? Take good care of yourself."

Harry smiled at her and nodded.

"I will, thanks," he replied.

The old nurse gave a curt nod and walked away again, leaving Harry on his own. As soon as she was out of sight, Harry's smile fell and he sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. For the first time in his life, Harry wasn't eager to leave the Hospital Wing, in fact, he would gladly stay a bit longer. Like a week, or the whole year... He just couldn't face anyone at the moment. Not when he was still coming to terms with the new information Tom had given him.

Harry slowly made his way over to the door and opened it. He tensed in shock – though he really should have expected it at this point – when he saw Tom leaning against the wall in the hallway. The older teen looked up at Harry and smirked.

"I asked Madam Horn to keep me in the loop on your condition," he said calmly.
"That woman would do anything for a few compliments and a wrongly guessed age."

Harry rolled his eyes at that last part and started walking away. He needed more time to think, and he couldn't do that with Tom around. He only had taken two steps before an iron grip encased his wrist and he was pulled to a stop again. Growling, Harry turned around.

"Don't touch me!"

Tom scowled and did as he was told for once, though he still glared angrily at Harry.

"What's with you lately?!" Tom hissed annoyed.
"You've been ignoring me for a full week already and I don't know why!"

Harry narrowed his eyes and glared at his boyfriend.

"You don't know?" the green eyed time-traveller parroted incredulous.
"Because I've got a piece of soul inside me of the man that killed my parents!"

"I don't see the problem," Tom muttered dryly.

Harry sighed aggravated and drug his hands through his hair, spiking it up even more than usual. He took a few steps away from Tom and turned his back towards the older teen as he tried to contain his anger. He wanted to beat his boyfriend up for not understanding Harry's distress, but that would be counterproductive in this case, no matter how much the bastard deserved it.

"Of course not. Why would there be anything wrong with splitting your soul and shoving it inside a baby," he muttered sarcastically.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and Harry tensed for a moment. With a sigh, he allowed Tom to turn him back around and he looked up at the taller teen, tearful green eyes meeting dark blue.

"Don't be like that, darling. It's actually very sexy," Tom told him smirking, making Harry scowl.

"Says the man who actually does the soul-splitting in the first place," he muttered bitterly.

The way Tom was staring at him was making him uncomfortable. The dark gaze was so intense, it was as if the older teen could look inside his soul – both of them, Harry thought bitterly. Tom chuckled and tightened his hold on Harry's shoulder to near painful.

"The thought of my soul inside of you... Quite intimate, isn't it?" he breathed huskily.
"I'm actually really jealous of my future self at the moment. To be connected to you like that..."

Harry swallowed nervously. This just couldn't be right.

"... You're insane," he whispered quietly, not knowing if he even wanted Tom to hear him or not.