Love [Tomione]

Chapter 8:pilot

Sliding across his right and left limbs across the room, he spun around, arms entranced in the air. Fresh out of the shower, he felt as if every painful memory had slipped from his fingertips.

He hummed a soft tune that had been playing on repeat on the wizarding wireless, arms flailing like a carefree wizard he was. Beaming as he slowed down his energetic movements, his eyes fell onto the brunette who was dozing off soundly.

After slipping on some clothes, Tom waltzed over to the bed and watched her. He had every speck of freckle under her eyes memorised, the two tiny moles on her chin and the few beauty spots on her neck that he so wished to suckle on. It was a morning routine Tom had found himself accustomed to: watching his witch. Just as he was about to kiss her cheek as she slept, a soft moaning sound alerted him to her awakening.

"Hi." Her eyes blinked furiously, she groggily greeted him, yawning. Her voice is gruff yet soothing. " What time is it, Tom?"

"Morning, Hermione." He whispered to her." It's eight o clock right now."

She nodded faintly and stretched out her arms above her head to let out another sleep bellow. " "Since it is early, Tom- do you want to make some pancakes together? I'm feeling ravenous now."

Tom nodded, smiling." Sure I love pancakes, do you want to help out with the fruit cutting?"

Mornings with Hermione were the best. Being out of the orphanage, Tom was glad to escape the horrendous gruel that was served daily. Living on his own had taught him many culinary skills, including a cure for gruel: sweet breakfast treats and of course, milk chocolate. A feisty witch was a nice condiment.

With their morning plan set, both of them got out of bed while laughing merrily about their day ahead. Tom loved this, the warmness he felt when he was around her. He just wanted to hold her there in the bed and never let her go. Their plans were also packed: Hermione intended to do some work while Tom intended to further his research on the runic scriptures in the Ancient Americas. Could life get any better, just him and his witch alone?

"Have you heard about the Mayan Pyramids?" He enquired, while the batter sizzled crazily on the pan. A small test for her, she would have heard about them before.

"Definitely," Hermione hummed while the sound of a knife on wood echoed throughout the tiny flat. " What's with the question anyway? Are you going to ask me if I think extraterrestrials helped to build it, Tom?"

He chuckled, his witch certainly had a quirky sense of humour. " No, I just stumbled upon a book where it mentioned there were ancient Mayan runes that were undecipherable even with modern knowledge. ' WIZARDING MYSTERIES THAT BOGGLE US TO TODAY', have you ever read that book before Hermione? "

"Yes, I have at Bott's." She grinned and said in a bossy tone." Isn't that book a bunch of made-up rubbish for kids, though? I'm sure there's no runic scripture I myself can't translate. Give me the book, half an hour and we can see about 'undecipherable, Tom."

He loved her determination. Flipping the fluffy desserts onto two plates, Tom chuckles as he approaches her, ruffling her cognac curls. Hermione giggled at that. "Will do, Hermione. I'll pass you the book later. But for now, let's get to breakfast. One can't study on an empty stomach, I can assure you that!"

Tom was counting the hours down to 10 at twilight. Hermione had agreed on the night earlier that they would attend the lavish event. That night's party would be their first appearance in public as an unofficial couple. On the other day, Lucretia's snowy owl dropped off their invitations and a portkey. Just as she had told them, Ignatius Prewett's 25th birthday party was happening at a Black villa situated in Manchester. It appeared Hermione's inner circle was starting to see him as Hermione's partner, that was a good sign for Tom. Life now just felt so right with Hermione, it was perfectly balanced as all things should be.