The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

Hearts Don't Break Around Here

(So, I read this idea where you write a short story on a certain song, and I put my phone on shuffle and this is the song that played. I made a chapter on this song, and even though it still follows the plot, it's more fluff than anything. Enjoy! (Also, this song is such a good song to be writing about a relationship with how did I get so lucky??))

February 27th, 1993.

Tom smiled fondly as he watched his soulmate wander through the garden outside. He had been told by a very enthusiastic Harry to wait right there, and Tom really didn't want to ruin his mood, so he did exactly what Harry said. 'It's a surprise,' Tom assumed. He had to smile when Harry came back with some yellow and pink daisies.

"We're going to make flower crowns!" Harry exclaimed happily. "I saw Neville and Luna wearing them yesterday and they looked so cute! Can you make one with me?"

Tom looked at Harry intensely as he nodded his head. That boy was something else. The natural blush that always resided on his cheekbones increased, and he smiled his perfect smile that could always make Tom's heart flutter, somehow. And his eyes, oh those perfect emerald green eyes, gleamed as his glasses encased them like a rare mineral on showcase through a glass case in a museum.

He still wasn't sure how Harry was able to crack through his mental titanium walls so fast. Tom had spent a lifetime building them to be impenetrable, and then Harry came around, and in one chat Tom was already under his spell. His soul, even in all the different objects, felt the rippling effect whenever he saw his darling smile. Oh, how he deserved to smile all the time.

As Tom worked on his own flower crown, he also found the time to observe Harry. He was biting his perfect punch pink lips, something Tom noticed he did whenever he was nervous or concentrated, and his nimble fingers were weaving the flowers together wonderfully. Tom couldn't help the satisfactory smile that settled on his face when he saw the Gaunt ring on Harry's right ring finger.

That boy surely stole his heart. Tom would be worried- should be worried- but he couldn't find himself to care. If he had to trust anyone with his heart, it would be Harry. His Harry, the sweetest thing in the world, would always bring his heart back whole.

"I'm finished!" Harry exclaimed happily, placing the daisies on his forehead. Tom could only give him a kiss.

~

Tom and Harry were riding their broomsticks and playing with each other. Tom wasn't that good at riding broomsticks, but it was all worth it with Harry.

That boy was as wild as a raging river. Especially on his broomstick, he could swerve and duck with the same amount of grace as an angel. His hair would sweep away from his face in ripples and his movement were swift and elegant. Tom always wondered how he was ever graced with such a beauty.

But it was his laugh, truly, that convinced Tom to even get on the broomstick. His beautiful giggle, something so pure and innocent, that only a few special people could ever be blessed to hear. As they both swerved and dipped, a melodic chuckle would sound from his sweetheart, something Tom would always aim to hear. Now, while it was nearing spring, Tom would relate his beautiful laugh to a tin wind chime in front of someone's quaint house.

Tom would have never thought he would do this with anyone. For a while, he had doubted that he had a soulmate somewhere in the world. But looking at his lover, he couldn't imagine a life without him. And Tom would definitely find a way. His love was his inspiration for a better world, and Tom intended to give him just that. Before he had found Harry, Tom's only motivation towards ruling the Wizarding world was power, fame, and immortality. Now, it was for the same reasons, but add in a better life for his angel and possible kids.

He intended to give Harry everything laid on a golden platter.

~

Later that night, when Harry had finally managed to become hungry and cold, they returned to their bedroom where they cuddled up in thick, warm, and soft blankets. Soft touches and caresses were exchanged as they worshiped each other in the light of the slowly setting sun.

Even in the dim lighting, Tom couldn't help but admire his sweetheart. His smile seemed to light up the entire room, and acted as a lighthouse for Tom, who would happily follow it to safety.

It was then that he realized that, for the first time in his life, Tom was not truly afraid of death. That must have been more primitive. Now, however, he realized he was more scared of living a life without Harry, as cliche as it was. Living a life without him, as Tom now realized, was cold and lonely. He never wanted to resort back to that.

~

Close to midnight, Tom and Harry were in the middle of an extremely hot session. Both naked, they were kissing passionately and lovingly in the dimly lit room, lit by flickering candles. Tom was leaning over Harry, worshiping his darling's beautifully plump lips with his own.

When they broke apart, Harry leaned up and whispered in Tom's ear. "Oh, we're in love, aren't we?" He asked lightly, nipping Tom's ear in a loving way.

Tom smiled down at his angel as he stroked the hair off of his forehead to reveal more of his beautiful visage. He had never allowed himself to feel safe with someone else. He had always had to put up walls to distance himself. Harry, however, was his saviour, not his defeater, like everyone else believed he would be. His beautiful darling could do anything. He was Tom's inspiration. His muse.

"You know hearts don't break around here," he answered, leaning down to kiss Harry again.

Passion carried them through the night.

(My face is wet... oh shit those are tears)