Tomarry Oneshots

"I almost lost you"

This one-shot is based off the words "I almost lost you." This story contains strong feels so prepare for that. Also the story mentions bomb's and light gore, don't read if that triggers you or makes you feel uneasy. Death also occurs in this story too, although I will not say who dies.

Happy Pride Everyone!
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"Harry, come on, we have to get to the ministry on time." Tom stated as he hurriedly grasped Harry by the arm. Harry had taken longer than expected to get dressed for the ministry function. Tom had to attend due to his position as Minister of Magic. Harry was simply dragged along as his date, but that didn't mean he dressed shabbily. Harry was dressed in an elegant black robe, cinched at the waist with an emerald green trim, bringing out his eyes. Tom's outfit complimented Harry's in the way that the black robes had a red trim to match his eyes. Tom's robe emphasized his broad shoulders and toned body. Adding the sharp cheekbones and perfect hair, Tom looked like a Greek god.

"Tom, love, we will be fine." Harry stated as he reached over to readjust the Minister's robe. Tom simply glared at his boyfriend. The elder of the pair tapped his watch impatiently while simultaneously clicking his foot on the tile.

"Let's go." Tom bit out in a low voice. Harry reared back and simply stared at his boyfriend. The time spent putting on shoes and going through the floo network was spent in complete silence save for the "Ministry of Magic" when flooing.

Tom gracefully swept out of the fireplace looking every bit the part of the Minister while Harry stumbled, barely avoiding the marble floors. Seeing the distasteful looks thrown at Harry, Tom sneered, thinking about how to make up for his partners errors. Harry had to break into a light jog to keep up with Tom as he walked toward the French Minister.

Lightly winded, Harry panted when they stopped in front of the foreign man. Tom stood elegantly presenting a hand to shake. Jean Bisset, the 54 year old Minister of France, had shockingly blond hair and was wearing a navy blue robe while his beautiful, young wife was hanging off his arm. He was a little bit on the plumper side, but that didn't make him any less important.

Jean reached a pale hand out to shake Tom's awaiting hand. A quick handshake ensued and business talk soon began. Harry, after catching his breath, slowly crept away to get a glass of wine. Pale blue eyes followed him. The drink would make the evening go by quicker and the light buzz he would get after his 3rd or 4th glass would tide him over for the long night.

After swiftly downing a glass of red wine, Harry reached down to grab another glass when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Hastily grabbing another glass, he turned around to see a women standing there. Hanging off her delicious body was a light blue dress that accentuated her curves. Red lips curved into a smile when he met the stunning lady's ocean eyes.

'Wait! I know her,' He thought as he raised the glass to his lips. 'She's the French Minister's wife.'

"Vy, hello," She stated in a strong French accent. She reached across him to supposedly get a glass on wine. While reaching across, Harry felt the chest of the women get pressed onto his muscled chest. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"Oh...um I'm Harry Potter." Harry stated slightly stunned at her bold actions. She giggled lightly at his response, likely thinking he was stunned due to her looks.

"Well, my name is Estelle Bisset," She stated in a sultry manor, reaching over to, in her opinion, coyly put a hand onto Harry's bicep. Harry froze and raised his eyes from his glass to meet hers. "and I'd like to get to know you better."

With every word she spoke she tapped her fingers up his arms, all the way up to his chin. Feeling very uncomfortable Harry attempted to take a step back, but found that he couldn't. The woman's arm was wound tightly around his waist pinning him against her.