Full Circle(Tomarry)

Chapter 23.

They all exited the closet and was met with a mildly amused Luna. She blinked at them.

"Well, I suppose it's symbolic," she declared. Harry shared a giggle with her. Luna then turned to Neville and Draco, and seeing the uncertain expression on the Slytherin's face, raised an eyebrow at Neville.

"You've had your turn," she said airily, looping her arm around Draco's and dragging the sputtering Slytherin away. " I'll drive those wrackspurts away, don't you worry, Draco."

Neville watched the blond pair walk away, both fond and exasperated. Harry squinted and couldn't believe he missed the obvious infatuation the Gryffindor had. Then again, it sounded like he and Draco were at odds for most of the year for that same reason.

"Ah, young love," Harry sighed.

"I don't want to hear it from you," Neville dryly said.

The young Potter grinned at his friend. "Do we finally get to gossip about your love life drama now? Because Hermione and Cho are dying to know what's up."

"Nosy," Tom muttered, brushing some dust off his robes and doing the same to Harry's. "No need to humor him right now, Neville. I'm sure you want to follow the other two."

Neville shrugged and smiled. "I supposed it won't hurt to save Draco from Luna's tender care," he said. "I'll fill you in more another time. You two enjoy the rest of the night without worrying about us."

"But drama sustains me," Harry whined as Tom rolled his eyes and dragged him the opposite direction.

"I have an idea," Harry brightened.

"Oh dear," Tom said, warily following the force that was Harry Potter to the gardens. Harry looked up at him expectantly in front of a shapely sized bush.

"I am not ," Tom said firmly, "going to be caught horizontal with you by a bush . There are lows I'd rather not do, Potter ."

"Oh come on, darling ," Harry grinned toothily, tightening a claw-like grip around Tom's bicep. "It'll be worth it, I promise."

"My back is freezing," Tom muttered, feeling the snow seep through his clothes after Harry insisted they lay on the ground behind the shrubbery. "Move over a bit, let me get my wand-"

"- run far, far away, Snape!" They heard Karkaroff whisper harshly a few feet away. "Surely you've noticed the mark getting darker by the day! The Dark Lord won't have any mercy for traitors like us!"

"I think there's something crawling on my arse," Harry whispered to Tom, who gave him a harsh silencing look.

"Don't put me in the same category as you, Karkaroff," Snape drawled contemptuously. "I didn't give names for my freedom."

"That's not your hand, is it?" Harry asked.

"That's not my hand. If you're about to interrupt another conversation you got us in..." Tom warned.

"No, you're only a turncoat ," Karkaroff said snidely. "Consider this as your final warning from me: watch out for - "

Whatever was crawling on Harry then bit his buttcheek. Hard . Harry gasped in surprise, his knee jerking suddenly and hitting Tom right in the gut . Tom wheezed at the particularly painful hit - damn Harry and his bony knees - and in retaliation, smacked the younger teen on the arm.

"Something bit me!" Harry shrieked, scrambling to brush off whatever it was.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Tom snarled, rubbing at his midsection tenderly. "Damn your Potter luck - "