[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry rubbed his temples, and the words on the parchment began to become blurry.Thursday has the heaviest task, the classes of fifth grade and sixth grade are scheduled on the same day, although Harry has given him the practical guidance of fifth grade under Tom's persuasion, but in many cases he still needs to instruct in person .

"Harry, you are tired." Tom made tea and put it on the table, "Go and rest."

"Thank you." Harry put down his homework and took a sip from the cup. "I'll finish these soon."

Tom glanced at the pile of unfinished papers on the table, and calmly returned to his seat to continue working.Twenty or ten minutes later, Tom looked up after sorting out the homework. As expected, he saw that Harry had fallen asleep on the back of the chair, still holding a quill and a half-graded thesis.

The dark-eyed young man smiled and stood up, walked slowly into the next bedroom, took out a roll of blankets, and came to Harry's side.The green-eyed man was sound asleep, and Tom carefully took out the things in his hand and put them next to the empty teacup, and took off Harry's glasses and put them away.

"You're tired and you should rest," Tom whispered, throwing a blanket over him.It had been a long time since he had watched his godfather this closely.Although it has been a month since he left school, the sickness on Harry's face has not diminished in the slightest, and his lips are slightly pale.Tom stretched out his hand and gently brushed aside the bangs on Harry's forehead, saw the faint lightning-shaped scar, then lowered his head and gently pressed his lips against it.

This person still doesn't know how to take care of himself. He is obviously too sleepy to keep his eyes open, but he still doesn't want to let himself share those burdens that are not too heavy for him.I've grown up, my Harry, but you still think of me as the little boy who came after you.Now that you have decided to ask me to help you, why not rely on me at this time?

Tom looked up and stroked Harry's cheek tenderly.Harry hadn't had an easy time in the past month. Tom had asked the house elf who took care of Harry during the holidays to look after Harry every night and come to inform him of any situation.Tom knew a lot of things about Harry's hospitalization from the elf, but this guy, like other house-elves, was too excited to talk about Harry.According to the report of the elf and Nagini, Harry did not sleep well, which is also the reason for his fatigue easily.

"I'll help you finish today's job." Tom said softly, hesitated for a moment, and then pursed his lips.The potion he'd put in his tea was enough to give Harry a good hour's sleep, and he wouldn't know it if he got a little more presumptuous now.Tom stared at Harry for a while, then moved his hand to Harry's shoulder, leaning on the arm of the chair and slowly approaching him.His heart beat faster, and although he knew that Harry would not wake up, Tom still felt a little nervous.

Tom hadn't thought at all the last time he'd kissed Harry, when he'd just kissed him instinctively.But this time was different, the black-eyed boy kissed his lips carefully as if tasting fine wine, and then stuck his tongue in.He pried open Harry's teeth, probing gently, sipping, and then he found his soft tongue, probing, touching, tangling with it deftly and carefully.It was a long kiss, and he had longed for it for so long, so long that he was willing to indulge in it forever and leave time behind.

The sleeping man tilted his head in discomfort.As if waking up from a dream, her heart stopped beating for an instant.Tom released Harry abruptly, watching him nervously.However, Harry didn't wake up, just gasping for breath due to lack of oxygen, frowning slightly, his lips that were lacking in blood turned red from the kiss.The Adam's apple slipped slightly. After carefully confirming that Harry was still in a deep sleep, Tom exhaled softly, stood up straight, flipped through the homework on Harry's desk, and took out the part that had not been corrected. All got to their table.Tom sat back in his seat, looked up at Harry, and felt his face burn.

It was a bit too much, and Harry would definitely have discovered it if it weren't for the potion's effect.Tom flipped through his homework and warned himself not to get too carried away, but in the midst of his joy, the slight warning of reason was soon brushed aside by him.Tom did not notice that the corners of his mouth were almost reaching the back of his head.

Harry woke up to find that his glasses were missing and he was covered in a blanket.He touched the glasses at hand and put them on, and the room became clearer.The time has passed the curfew, and Tom has already gone back. The corrected homework is neatly placed on his desk, and there is a note left by Tom on the top.

Dear Harry:

I also finished the part you didn't deal with.There's still class tomorrow, so it's better for you to rest early.good night tom

Harry rubbed the space between his brows, put the note aside, and checked the top stack of sixth grade homework. Fifteen minutes later Harry sent the homework back, and he had to admit that Tom's marking was impeccable.Harry took the blanket and went into the bedroom to change, then into the bathroom.Lying down in the full tub, Harry exhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

He had a dream in his sleep. He dreamed that Tom kissed his scar and kissed his lips.His kiss was gentle and long, and Harry was shocked to find that he remembered all the details, including the slightly nervous breathing of the boy when he approached him, the temperature of his lips slightly higher than his own, and the cautiousness when he tested the tip of his tongue and the faint smile on the boy's robe. the taste of.Is this all a dream?But why is this dream so real.

Could it be that he actually treats him too... Harry quickly opened his eyes and sat up from the bathtub.That's not right, that's not it, it was Tom, and he knew exactly how he felt about Tom, and he rejected him because of that.But how to explain this dream?Why is that person not Alex but Tom?Harry took a handful of water and splashed it on his face to force himself to calm down, then stood up from the bathtub.Maybe Tom was right, and he was really tired, which was why he had this utterly unrealistic fantasy.Harry dried his hair hastily and decided to hurry to bed.However, the brain refused to fall asleep because of confusion and confusion. When Harry finally realized that he was going to sleep, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Harry was slightly nervous when he said hello to Tom before class the next day, so he just greeted him perfunctorily.Tom raised his eyebrows slightly at Harry's unusual attitude, but Harry's lessons had already started, so he took his place.Harry began to lecture while Tom listened quietly, glancing at Harry now and then.Harry finished speaking quickly, and Tom took out his wand and demonstrated the protection spell in coordination.It was not until the students began to practice spells in twos and threes that Tom exhaled softly.To others, Tom seemed no different than usual, but only he knew how much willpower he used to restrain his involuntary gaze from moving to Harry.

The effect of that kiss was that Tom felt like a fire was burning inside him, forcing him to get closer and closer to Harry.Tom thought it was like torture, every time he saw Harry he felt like a kitten's paw was scratching his insides, and only the green-eyed idiot with glasses could relieve him.

I wouldn't have done it if I had known, Tom thought a little gloomily.

Harry kept avoiding Tom's sight, he didn't dare to look into the dark-eyed boy's eyes.It's not that Harry couldn't see that Tom's feelings for him hadn't changed, but he didn't know how to deal with it.He thought that his attitude towards Tom would never change again, but after only one month, he began to be confused.Tom looked calm, no different from his previous behavior.So you are the only one who is flustered?Harry smiled wryly in his heart, turned his gaze away from Tom, and went to a student who was far away from Tom to instruct him how to swing his wand correctly.

Finally it was time for dinner.Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and packed up his things to go to the Great Hall, but Tom stopped him.

"Can I come to your place every night?" Tom asked, "so you don't have to work overtime on weekends."

Harry looked at him.Tom no doubt knew about his weekends from Nagini, because sometimes Miss Snake would roll around in the cookie tin he had set aside while he was preparing lessons.Harry spoke almost without thinking.

"No, you still have homework to do."

Although it was the expected answer, Tom couldn't help being a little disappointed.

"I can handle it perfectly," said Tom quickly. "I can—"

"No, Tom," interrupted Harry, "I'm sorry, but you can't delay your studies because of me. You're still Head Boy and you have a lot of business to attend to. Slughorn had already Complained to me that I robbed him of his best boys." Harry smiled softly, "I can't pretend I didn't know you wanted to get straight A's in NEWTS. You've missed a lot because of me Course, I can't waste any more of your time."

Tom stared at those green eyes, but quickly looked away.

"With all due respect," said Tom in a low voice, "I just don't want to see you tired like you were yesterday."

He bowed to Harry, turned and strode away, not seeing the flustered flash in Harry's eyes when he mentioned the previous day.

In the next month, the two of them were doing their own things in a law-abiding manner.Harry is still too tired to finish his homework every Thursday, but he has never dreamed of being kissed by Tom; Tom will silently help him correct the rest of his homework after Harry falls asleep on Thursday night and then leave , and never made any outrageous moves.It's just that he was keenly aware that sometimes Harry seemed to deliberately avoid his touch, and didn't look at him much.

Tom felt a little sad.He felt that he had done a good job, keeping a proper distance from Harry, and not doing anything to embarrass him, but he rejected his request to spend more time with Harry some time ago, and now he can't even look straight arrive.He did nothing wrong at all, but why did Harry get farther and farther away from him?Isn't it okay to go back to the relationship between godfather and son?

Alphat clearly felt the low air pressure on Tom.After the semester started, Tom was busier than ever before, and he often didn't return to the dormitory until late at night with a whole body of exhaustion.Alfred lost a lot of opportunities to get along with Tom, and the two of them were almost inseparable before.He knew Tom was hard, and suggested that he apply to the Ministry of Magic for a time-turner.

"No, this will let the Ministry of Magic know about Harry's injury," said Tom. "Harry only wants to teach for another year, and I don't want him to have that wish taken away by the Ministry of Magic. Don't worry, I can handle it." Got it."

Alfred shrugged his shoulders.

"Tom has been working hard lately." Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Slughorn complained to me that you used him too hard."

Harry smiled wryly: "I admit, it's all my fault."

"But Tom doesn't seem to find it hard." Dumbledore said happily, "I'm glad he's having a fulfilling life."

"I'm worried I'll tire him out." Harry stirred the sugar in his teacup, paused, and continued, "He's my godson, after all."

It breaks my heart to see him working so hard.

"You still don't think he'll be that," said Dumbledore softly.

"Yes." Harry replied.

Dumbledore took a big sip of his tea with a lot of sugar: "Alex has a message."

"Oh?" Harry sat up straight.

"He wanted to come back for Christmas," said Dumbledore. "He said there was something he needed to see you personally."

Harry thought of Alex's farewell in his ear, and his heart sank.

"So what are you going to do about Germany?" Harry asked.

"Wait for Alex to come back with the news first." Dumbledore replied unhurriedly, indicating in his tone that this topic is over.Harry had to stop talking and took a sip from his teacup.

"Has that thing on your back changed recently?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head: "I didn't check, I don't want to know."

"Be careful," said Dumbledore. "I heard you nearly passed out in class on Thursday."

Harry blushed a little and put the glass down on the table.At the end of the sixth grade Gryffindor class on Thursday afternoon, he tripped over the edge of the podium, but fortunately Tom gave him a quick hand, otherwise he would have fallen.Tom wouldn't let the Gryffindors talk about it, dismissed them early, and almost half-dragged Harry into his office.However, Gryffindor never listened to Slytherin very much, so Dumbledore still knew about it.

"I'll take care," Harry whispered. "I'm sorry."

Dumbledore fixed Harry with his piercing blue eyes, patted him on the shoulder finally, got up and left.