What Words Can Do (TOMARRY)

Year 4 ∆ Part 10

"Hey, Tom," Harry sighed, falling on to the sofa. Tom was reading a book for Herbology. He set the book down when Harry set his head on his lap.

"Well, hello to you too," Tom chuckled. "What's the matter? You seem down."

"The Yule Ball is just on my mind," Harry sighed. "I want to ask someone, but I'm scared. He's great and all, but I just don't know how he feels about me or if I should ask him just as friends."

"Do whatever your heart tells you," Tom pet Harry's hair gently. "I'm sure whoever it is is head over heals for you."

"Thanks, Tom," Harry smiled. They laid as they were for a while. People shot them a glance, but no one said anything. After about ten minutes, Harry sat up and faced Tom. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Tom blushed, but was able to cover it up. "Of course I will, Harry," he answered. Harry smiled up at the boy above him. That went better than he had expected. He thought Tom was going to turn him down, but luckily he didn't.

Later that day, he and Tom went to Hogsmeade, much to McGonagall who decided it would be a good day to prepare for the ball and final task coming up in less than a couple months. Tom wanted to do something, leaving Harry to go get dress robes from Madame Malkin's.

"Uh, hey, Harry," a voice startled him as he was looking through a few different robes. He turned to see Ron standing there, fidgeting with his fingers. "We haven't talked much lately."

"Oh, sorry," Harry mumbled. "Didn't think you still wanted to be my friend after Timothy arrived." The name 'Timothy' felt alienated on his tongue, but he couldn't risk using Tom's real name. It was different in the common room where people assumed that he was calling him 'Tim'.

"Of course I still want to be your friend!" Ron exclaimed. "No one can come between us. Not even him. I don't care who he is. You're my best friend, mate."

Harry smiled at the red head. They spent about 20 more minutes getting their dress robes made, Harry bought Ron's to make up for ignoring him. Shortly after they walked out of Madame Malkin's they met up with Tom, who wrapped his arm around Harry, slightly glaring at Ron.

"So, Harry, any clues as to what the task is?" Tom asked.

"Not a single clue," Harry shook his head slightly.

A week passed and it was finally the night of the Yule Ball. Harry was getting ready, courtesy of Hermione who had wiggled it out of Harry about his crush on Tom. "You look great, Harry!" she exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom with his dress robes on.

His robes were a Gryffindor red with gold lacing coursing through it like a snake. He figured Tom would like that added feature, as it does seem Slytherin like. Hermione smiled slightly as he spun around at her request. She pulled out her wand, muttered something, and Harry looked down to see the lace actually moving. "Just like a snake," Harry whispered quietly.

They met Tom down in the common room when they were done. "Wow, you look amazing, Harry," Tom smiled. He reached his hand out to feel the lace move underneath his finger. Hermione pushed Harry forward slightly so now the two were almost chest to chest. When he looked back, Hermione was gone. The closing of the portrait door said that she left.

"I guess we should go now," Tom chuckled. "Don't want to be the last ones there, now do we? We'll already be the last Gryffindors." Harry nodded. Tom took his hand in his and led them toward the Great Hall.

"Welcome everyone," Professor Dumbledore's voice rang over the room. "This is the Yule Ball. May the champions from each school bring their partner out for the first dance?" The Champions did just that. They took their place in the middle of the floor and began dancing to the music.

Tom pulled Harry close so that their chests were touching. Harry knew he was blushing, but at this moment, he didn't care. He was here with Tom and that's all that mattered. There were whispers going through the room as they watched the two boys dance.

Shortly after, people began to join. Harry dismissed himself to go to the bathroom. On his way back, he ran into someone. The person had platinum blond hair. This person was Draco Malfoy.

"So the famous Harry Potter is gay?" he sneered, sounding slightly amused. "Wait til my father hears about this. He'll go up to the Dark Lord and tell him what you are."

"Whatever, Malfoy," Harry rolled his eyes, not caring what Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, or Voldemort cared when it came to his sexuality. He just wanted to get back to where Tom was and dance the night away.

He did just that.

Near the end of the night, they were dancing, chest to chest, once again. Tom looked down at Harry, pulling away slightly in the process. Harry returned the look, watch as Tom watched him carefully. A few seconds later, Tom kissed him. It was soft and pleasant. There were no fireworks like in the books, but there was something better. It was like someone was shouting in his head that Tom was the one.

And he believed it.