[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom awoke to find himself curled up in his pajamas under the covers in the dark.He reached out and touched the broken place on his chin, and the wound had disappeared without a trace.Tom sat up slowly, with a heavy head and a throbbing pain in his temple.Tom saw the half-filled glass on the bedside table and reached for it.However, the water glass was smashed to pieces when he touched it and dropped it on the ground.Tom stared at the glass blankly for a few seconds, then took out his wand, pointed at the glass and whispered a restoration spell.The cup was repaired, but the water in it was gone.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it to come in.It was Harry, and he was holding a tray with two cups, one large and one small, on it.

"I heard you woke up," said Harry, walking to Tom's bed, putting the tray on the bedside table, and handing Tom a large mug.

"Thank you," Tom murmured, taking the glass and gulping down the water in it.Harry picked up the glass from the floor and put it on the table, then handed the smaller cup to him.

"The hangover potion," said Harry, "the headache won't hurt so much after you drink it."

Tom frowned and swallowed the cold hangover medicine, his stomach churned immediately.Harry handed him another glass of water, which Tom drank, and he felt much better.

"Feeling better?" Harry put the glass back on the tray.Tom nodded, staring at the opposite wallpaper, and found that the throbbing pain in his head was slowly disappearing.

Harry drew back the curtains, and Tom squinted at the sudden bright light.The green-eyed man returned to the bed and picked up the tray with three glasses.

"Go back to sleep if you're still sick," Harry said. "I'll call you at noon."

"Harry." Tom hurriedly stopped the man who was about to leave, "Last night..."

"You're drunk, very drunk." Harry replied quickly, and after a pause, he added softly, "Don't do that again."

Looking at those green eyes, Tom's heart gradually sank into his stomach.Harry couldn't understand what he meant. He regarded his confession last night as a drunken joke, rejected him at that time, and didn't intend to give him any response.But this is not what Tom wants. Although he has begun to regret his reckless confession of his heart too early, it is not a joke to Tom. Now that he has said it, Tom does not intend to deal with this issue so simply .

"But Harry, I..."

"Tom," Harry cut him off, "give me a moment, please?"

Tom opened his mouth, but finally closed it.He knew that this was Harry's biggest compromise, and he couldn't put pressure on him at this time.But Harry promised Tom to give him a little time, so the matter wasn't so irreparable.

"Sorry," Tom said softly.Harry waved his hand and went out with the plate.

Tom lay back on the bed, feeling his head hurt again.What happened last night flashed before his eyes one by one like a movie. Tom closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Arafate had already made plans when he suggested going for a walk.He deliberately said that he was going to play in the bar, so everyone followed him to the Muggle tavern.Although many stores were closed at night during the war, he happened to know one that was open at night.Tom kept himself from getting drunk very sparingly, and finally sat on the bench on purpose and waited for Harry to contact him.Sure enough, Harry came to pick him up, tolerated his presumptuousness, and regarded his willful actions as reasonable behaviors after being drunk.Originally, Tom just wanted to rely on Harry to act like a baby and go crazy with him, but he didn't expect that he not only set off fireworks, but also kissed him.

At that moment, under the bright light of the sky, Tom kissed him instinctively, without realizing what he was doing, and having no intention of controlling his behavior.He clearly remembered the feeling of pressing his lips against Harry's, the moment of indescribable happiness that made him dizzy and obsessed.

Tom opened his eyes, and the cold ceiling brought him back to reality.Harry, however, refused him, and he pushed him aside, asking himself as if eager for him to admit that it was just Tom joking with him when he was drunk.The pain in his chest made Tom roll over and bury his face in the pillow.Harry didn't want to admit his feelings for him, as far as he was concerned, he was just a kid, just his godson, not even related by blood.

"I love you like my own child, Tom."

Just like loving your own child.This is the cruelest rejection, Harry, do you understand?

Tom didn't come down from upstairs until noon, and he didn't say a word during lunch, and then went out with his scarf and hat after dinner.It snowed again in the afternoon, and Harry wanted to stop Tom to ask him where he was going, but Tom rushed out as if he couldn't wait to escape, and Harry disappeared before he could speak.Tom didn't come back during dinner. Harry contacted him with the two-way mirror, but found that Tom left the mirror on the table in his bedroom and never took it away.

Harry sighed.He hadn't put any tracking spells on Tom, who was now an adult and fully capable of avoiding him.Harry went out to search around but found no one, so he had to go home and wait.He waited until almost midnight before Tom staggered open the door and came in.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked a little unhappy.Tom glanced at him, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

"I'll be back before midnight, don't worry."

Tom finished speaking and was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Harry.

"Wait a minute." Harry suppressed his anger, "Tell me, where the hell have you been?"

"I'm an adult, so there's no need to report all my whereabouts to you." Tom said coldly, slightly impatient.

"Tom," said Harry loudly, "I'm your godfather!"

The black-eyed boy finally turned to look at him: "I know you are my godfather, that's why I came back here. I'm very tired and I'm going to bed.

Tom gently pushed away the man blocking the stairs, and went upstairs expressionlessly.Harry watched him go upstairs, and then heard the door slam shut, and his heart was stabbed slightly like a needle.

Harry couldn't fail to understand that Tom was protesting to himself with his behavior, and he hoped to get a clear answer from himself, and he didn't want him to treat this as a drunken gaffe.

But I can't let you come any closer, Tom, you've given me a problem, Harry sighed softly inwardly.

Tom goes out early and returns late every day, and sometimes goes out without breakfast.He wasn't going anywhere he shouldn't be, just wandering the Muggle streets of London with nothing to do.Tom didn't really want to go to Diagon Alley, where he always saw a lot of familiar faces.From day to night, Tom always went shopping when he was hungry, and sat on the street to rest when he was tired, and didn't go home until midnight.

A few times Tom caught Harry stalking him, and Apparated somewhere nearby, and kept wandering.He didn't want to go back, and he didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be alone so that he wouldn't feel so bad.Tom knew he was wasting his time, but he didn't want to do anything to counteract the abyss of loss and frustration that Harry's refusal had caused him.He didn't go to Arfart, he knew Al would not laugh at him, but it was foolish to do so.

Yet he had nowhere to go.For the first time Tom found himself wanting to live away from Harry for a while, too.He couldn't bear the fact that the two of them got along as well as before after Harry knew what he wanted.But Tom didn't want to be too far away from Harry, he still wanted to see him, to see him angry with himself, that green-eyed idiot with round glasses and strange scars was a knot in Tom's heart that could never be untied , he couldn't leave him.

Damn!

On the last day of the holiday, Harry stopped the black-eyed boy who was about to go out, and pointed in the direction of the living room: "Tom, let's talk."

Tom hesitated, gave a stiff nod, went into the living room and sat down on the sofa.Harry came in with a tea tray, poured two cups of tea, added a spoonful of sugar to one of them to Tom's liking, and handed the cups to Tom.

Harry's method of making tea is very clever, even ordinary tea can be brewed very mellow.Tom took the teacup and took a sip, then put down the teacup and looked at the green-eyed man sitting in front of him.

"Tom." Harry looked at the black-eyed boy with some embarrassment, and decided to ask the most direct question, "Why did you fall in love with me?"

Tom thought about it for a few minutes, then shook his head: "I don't know." I just know that I fell in love with you when I found out, as if it should have been like this from the beginning.

Tom's reaction was expected, but Harry was still shocked to hear him admit it.Harry tried to keep his tone as calm as possible: "I am your godfather and your guardian."

"The one-time guardian," said Tom, after a short pause, looking up at him. "And my father."

Tom knew this, even better than Harry himself.

"I don't know how..." Tom paused, frowning. "It was like this when I found out, during the Quidditch World Cup, when I found out." He looked up Harry, "Hardly anyone knows, I hide it very well."

If it hadn't been for such an accident in such a special situation, they would still get along like a father and son.

"Does anyone know?" Harry asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Alex and Al," said Tom quietly. "There's no one else but those two."

Harry's eyebrows twitched; he didn't expect Alex to know about it.Tom lowered his eyes.

"Tom." It took a long time for Harry to speak, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of alarming something, "You..."

"Don't tell me to give up!" Tom interrupted Harry irritably, "I can't give up, Harry, I know I can't!" Tom looked at those green eyes with some excitement, "It's been half a semester, I've been thinking about what to do, but there's nothing I can do! I want your approval, and I want you to love me as much as I love you." Tom took a deep breath, "After Halloween you start caring about everything about me, like never before. I'm confused, Harry, I'm confused by you, I don't know why you care so much about whether I'm happy or not."

"I just want to make up for my mistakes," Harry said softly. "I shouldn't have ignored you for those three years."

Tom laughed dryly: "I didn't know you cared so much about my feelings."

The green-eyed man looked at the boy sitting opposite him, opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head: "Sorry, Tom."

Both of them were silent for a while.

"Harry, can you really not accept me?" Tom began, with a hint of pleading in his voice that he didn't realize, "I know you love me, but I want to be with you, like a lover , can't you?"

Harry didn't know how to answer.

"Sorry, Tom," Harry said softly at last, "I never thought of it that way."

The expected answer.Tom smiled bitterly, but he was not willing to give up like this.

"So will I still have a chance, Harry?" the black-eyed boy asked.

"..." Harry stared at him dumbfounded.

"I won't give you any trouble," said Tom quickly. "I won't embarrass you, or do anything you don't like. Give me the chance, Harry!"

"Wait, Tom!" Harry stood up a little anxiously, "I don't understand, why me? There are many excellent people around you, and you will meet better people in the future, and they will be more suitable for you than me .”

"No, you're wrong." Tom also stood up, looking directly into those green eyes, "You are the best, Harry."

Harry looked at Tom dumbfounded, he didn't know his godson could be so stubborn.When Harry first adopted Tom, he thought about what kind of influence he would have on Tom, but he didn't expect to be able to influence him to this extent. It was completely beyond his expectations and beyond his grasp.

Tom walked up to Harry, put his arms around him, and whispered in Harry's ear, "Harry, I beg you, don't push me so far away. I know you wish we could be like this, I can do it. I just ask you to give me a chance, okay?"

Harry was silent and didn't answer, both his reason and his emotions were clamoring to refuse.I'd like to give you a chance, Harry wanted to say that, but he couldn't, his heart instinctively rejected Tom's request.He knew how his ensuing explicit refusal would hurt Tom, but his unrealistic hopes would hurt him far more than that.

There will be irreparable cracks in the relationship they have built with great difficulty, and both the black-eyed and dark-haired boy and himself will be very painful, but Harry has no choice, he cannot betray his heart because of this.

"Sorry, Tom, I can't." Harry slowly moved the teenager's arms off his body and took a step back. "Like you, I can't, sorry."

Tom stared at him, unable to utter a word.Harry saw despair in those deep black eyes, yet he could not soothe his grief.

"I see." Tom finally turned his head to one side, his voice trembling slightly, "I want to go for a walk. I'll be back before dark, don't worry."

He rushed out like the wind, as if he would suffocate if he stayed in the room for a second.Harry didn't stop him, and when he heard the door being slammed shut, he silently sat back on the sofa behind him, took off his glasses after a long time, took out a handkerchief and wiped the lenses.

In the end, he still owed the child and owed his feelings.However, he couldn't afford such a valuable thing.