The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

Phase 1

June 6th, 1993.

Harry woke up to a warm hand stroking his hair. Although this wasn't a rare feat, it felt more... sincere. "Today's the day, isn't it?" Harry asked, his eyes stayed closed.

Tom didn't say a word. The silence was enough of an answer for Harry.

"We'll be fine," Harry reassured- although he didn't know whether it was meant for Tom or himself. "We've practiced for the past couple weeks, and everyone knows what they need to do. Has your diary contacted Ginny to go in the Chamber yet?"

Hesitantly, Tom nodded. "Yes, my love. And she's written the message on a wall."

"Good," Harry giggled. "Would you like to take a shower before we leave? We should get going soon- it's noon and we wanted this to be during dinner time."

This made Tom smile for the first time this morning. "Only if you let me wash you as well."

"An excuse to be lazy?" Harry scoffed. "Hell yeah."

~

After the shower (which ended up being an hour long- conserving water wasn't a big priority) Harry was brushing his hair in front of the mirror. He was completely naked and he couldn't help looking down at the massive scar on his torso.

He didn't think it would ever fade away. It had been more than a couple months and the scar was still very prominent. However Harry still didn't regret making it go away; he was right about it making him look badass, but it also helped tell him that 'yes. You can do this. You fought huge stone automatons with one other person and won. How could this be any harder?'

It took Harry a couple minutes to notice Tom leaning against the doorway, staring at him fondly. "Don't forget to breathe," Harry joked, catching Tom's eye in the mirror.

Tom hummed and came up behind his lover, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "That would be hard, considering you just took my breath away," Tom flirted, kissing the back of Harry's left shoulder. "Round two?"

"I believe we had two rounds in the shower," Harry giggled. "I don't think I can take another one."

"I'll be careful," Tom stated, one hand trailing down while the other moved to squeeze Harry's ass. "Really, really careful."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You need to start getting dressed. You take forever, and everyone knows it."

Tom faked a hurt gasp, stepping slightly backwards. "You wound me! I do no such thing!"

"Remember when you had to get dressed for when you imperio-ed the minister of magic? You spent a solid three hours trying to pick out what to wear."

The taller male looked like he was going to argue, but decided against it. "You're right," he agreed before reaching a hand out. "But I'm only going if you come out with me."

Harry grinned as he took the outstretched hand. "Of course, my love."

~

"What's the difference?"

Harry stared intently at the two seemingly indifferent black robes. Tom scoffed. "One's velvet and the other one is polyester."

"And that makes a difference because..." Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "They look exactly the same! Just do eenie meenie miney moe or something."