[HP] Dearest Enemy

Happiness may be something tangible, and it's really easy to be happy.During the period from Christmas to New Year's, Tom was always in a blissful feeling of walking on clouds, and he would sing a song almost in a second.The culprit who led to this result had no say in this young man who was overwhelmed with happiness and contentment.Tom rarely expresses how much he likes Harry in words, he likes more direct physical contact.

Harry was uncomfortable with the two of them sharing a bed, a habit he'd picked up over the years of being single.But Tom quickly got used to Harry's uncomfortable sleeping position where he always curled up and the nightmares that appeared almost every night.Whenever Tom caught Harry rolling himself into a ball again, he took him into his arms and stroked his back to soothe him.It worked, and Harry would get through most of the rest of the night in peace.When Harry first found himself waking up in Tom's arms, too embarrassed to say anything, his face flushed as if bleeding, Tom chuckled and dismissed Harry's intentions with a good morning kiss. The act of hiding yourself behind something.It couldn't be his fault, Harry never knew how cute he looked in his deep sleep, it seemed that only at this time, he would not be the usual calm man, but as fragile as a baby.

Tom knew how badly Harry suffered from that curse.

The two began to try to change their relationship and live with each other.As if getting used to sleeping in the same bed, Tom quickly got into it, but Harry still felt a little out of place.Tom didn't ask Harry to make changes for him immediately, and their lives didn't seem to change much from before.Although Harry won't show his emotions clearly on his face, Tom will be keenly aware of the changes in Harry's mood, and then he will be careful not to embarrass him or make him feel weird.

Tom's request is actually not high, as long as Harry no longer looks at strangers that way, or ignores himself directly, he will be satisfied.After just two days, though, the satisfaction rose to the point where Harry stopped protesting when Tom suddenly held onto him and wouldn't let go.Tom could safely put his head on Harry's neck and rub it back and forth, ignoring Harry's helpless expression.He could see that Harry was trying to adjust to their new relationship.Tom was touched, but said nothing.

In fact, Harry didn't feel any embarrassment when getting along with Tom as usual, and his sense of disobedience always stayed at the point of "he is my child".But whenever he saw Tom's face exuding happiness from every pore, Harry would unconsciously put this sense of disobedience behind him.Harry loved the boy as sincerely as Tom had for him.Tom is very good at observing words and emotions, he will detect Harry's emotions from many subtle places, and then resolve his negative emotions.Still, Harry wasn't used to Tom's affection for him, especially when he was sleeping.Tom likes to sleep with his face on his cheek or shoulder, although this position is not comfortable, but Tom likes it.It's just that every time Harry wakes up, he will find himself in Tom's arms in a protective gesture, which is how he knows that he dreamed again the night before.

The nightmares were more frequent than before, but they didn't last all night as they used to, and they weren't as scary.Harry wondered if it was because he knew there was someone else with him.

On New Year's Eve, the two went to Prague's most prestigious restaurant to celebrate Tom's 19th birthday.Tom was very happy, drank a lot, and was much more talkative than usual.Harry smiled as Tom spun from one topic to another, and occasionally had an in-depth discussion with him on a subject.The two hadn't talked in such a relaxed atmosphere for a long time, and they were still discussing the topic just now after they checked out and walked out of the restaurant.Tom suggested walking the square together, and Harry agreed.With thick scarves and warming spells, even if you stay in Prague's cold square until dawn, you won't feel cold.

The two walked side by side on the quiet street.There had been a snowfall the day before, and it was night, and there were hardly any people on the wet and cold streets.Tom grabbed Harry's hand and clenched it very naturally. Harry looked at the young man who was already taller than him. The latter curled the corners of his mouth at him and smiled happily.

Harry shook his head, took Tom's hand lightly and continued walking.

"When I was young, I always envied other children." Tom said, "Every time I saw other children acting like a baby to their father, I was very envious. At that time, you always didn't want to look at me more, which made me worry about it. I might be thrown away by you one day."

Harry felt a little guilty, and sighed slightly: "I was not good enough to you before, and I don't want to make any excuses for it. I'm sorry, Tom."

"I don't mean to blame you." Tom squeezed Harry's hand. "At that time, it was not an easy task to make a living in the Muggle world with a little thing like me."

Harry recalled Tom's appearance when he was a child, and his expression and voice became very soft: "It's really not easy, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem that difficult."

Tom shook Harry's hand, and the two walked on.

"I never thought I'd live with you in this way before," said Tom after a while. "You've always kept me out of your circle. You don't like me coming into your circle."

"Does that mean you haven't achieved your goal yet?" Harry asked.

Tom smiled, but didn't answer.

"I have never understood why you chose me." Harry said softly, "There are many excellent people around you. You can choose between them instead of following me all the time. What did you give up because of me?" It's not like you don't know, Tom."

Tom looked at him for a while, and then answered word by word: "I choose you, because you are unique and no one can replace you."

Father, brother, mentor, friend, partner, lover... Tom couldn't imagine anyone else who could unify identities that couldn't be superimposed so perfectly without any incongruity like Harry.

"I'm not good at dealing with feelings." Tom confessed honestly, "but I know what I want. I love you, not just because you are my only relative. Everything about you was the object I emulated, to me You are the whole world. But you left me behind. From then on, all my admiration for you disappeared." Harry felt guilty again, and Tom took a deep breath, "But I found that even if So I still have to admit your place in my heart, and this place became more and more important and irreplaceable when I didn't realize it, until I was attracted by you. In fact, I don't know what makes me love You don't think about others at all. You are right, I have a lot of options, but I can always find a lot of shortcomings in them. I will automatically compare them to you, and I find that no one Can be compared to you, although sometimes you make me hate it." Tom smiled, "But I don't mind. You are you, you will not change because of my force, my love Harry is that kind of person. You are no longer the godfather I adored and loved like a god when I was a child. You have flaws like me, but those flaws make you more perfect."

Looking at those black eyes, Harry felt an indescribable shock in his heart. It was as if something had collapsed and been recast in his chest. There was a crack in the thick wall that had always been between him and Tom. It was hard to explain. The feelings of love are like a trickle in early spring that finally breaks through the ice of winter, long and unstoppable.

"I'm not as good as you say, Tom." Harry turned his head and whispered, "I'm not the perfect person you said, and your praise makes me feel ashamed."

"Don't say that, you shouldn't deny my evaluation of you." Tom said softly, letting go of Harry's waist, "No one is more qualified than me to evaluate everything about you. To me, you are Best of all, that's enough."

Is this enough?Harry stared at that youthful face in silence. If you knew the secrets I plan to take to the grave, would you still be so determined to say these words to me?Harry couldn't imagine what it would be like when Tom knew all about it.I'm not as good as you say, my Tom, my boy, you're blinded by love, you can't see the road ahead of us.

"You really think I'm the one for you?" Harry asked slowly.

"I don't want to think about other people." That's an insult to you.

Harry took a deep breath.

"I want to know what you think," said Tom. "I know it's hard for you to adapt to the changes these days. You're trying to get into character, but it's not working because you don't really accept being with me. facts. So, I want to know what you think, Harry."

Tom grasped the crux of the problem. If he couldn't accept him, then they would inevitably separate.Harry had a vague feeling that it wasn't a curse, or his own life that was going to end soon, but something else, beyond description.The feeling was ominous, which was why Harry hesitated.

But emotionally speaking, I couldn't bear the torment of Tom not being around.Tom's meaning to himself has already undergone earth-shaking changes.Life would be much calmer without Tom, but it would become unbearable ordeal.

Tom waited, his eyes calm, but his heart still uneasy.He was sure that he was right to ask the question at this time, but how Harry would answer was out of his control.

"I don't want to leave you." Harry sighed after a moment of silence, "I don't accept you, Tom, I'm just... a little worried."

"Why?" Tom was puzzled.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know how to describe it. Maybe I think too much, and it will get better after a while." Harry smiled at Tom, "I always feel that you still go to school in Hogwarts That boy, it gave me an uncomfortable feeling."

"Guilt?" Tom smirked, "If it's something meaningless, I'll help you get rid of it."

Tom lowered his head, and Harry felt helpless, but before he could look around, Tom's kiss landed on his lips.Because I have been outside for a long time, my lips are colder than usual, but they are still soft.

It wasn't a long kiss, and Tom quickly let go of the person in his arms.He didn't dare to go too deep. The moment he touched Harry's lips, the alcohol mixed in his blood was unknowingly ignited, and quickly burned all over his body, making his body extremely hot in the cold air.Tom already knew exactly what this feeling meant. His original intention was just to clear Harry of his guilt, and he didn't want to do anything more.

Harry let out a very soft sigh.

"Don't do this in the future, I'm not used to it yet." The green-eyed man raised his glasses, his cheeks flushed slightly, maybe it was because the air was too cold.

"I see." Tom smiled slightly because of Harry's movement, held Harry's hand again, and interlocked his fingers, "Do you want to continue walking?"

"No, we should go back." Harry took out the pocket watch in his pocket and glanced at it. "It's time for you to go to bed, little boy."

Tom raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you're not the one who needs to be hugged to sleep peacefully at night?"

The blush that had just faded rose again on Harry's face. Tom shook his hand mischievously and raised his face seriously: "This is not close to where we live, we'd better walk faster."

Harry couldn't help laughing, shook his head helplessly, and followed Tom's footsteps.