Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Nightwish.
A/N: Yay! My first story!!
Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
"Tom…" Harry sighed. "Sssh, mine own." Tom whispered lovingly. "But I wanted to tell you," He continued after making sure Tom wouldn't cut him off again, "I love you!" Tom smiled before leaning down to kiss Harry. "And I, you."
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
The wind whipped around them making his hair fall into his eyes. Tom brushed it out of Harry's face, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Their whispers of love and adoration were caught by the wind and fluttered away quietly.
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
"The sun's going to rise soon." Harry whispered sadly. Tom nodded without ever saying a word. He stared at him, waiting, before sighing. "I've got to go. I love you."
Tom just smiled. Sadness gripped Harry's heart as he walked out of the manor.
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
"Do you not love me any more, Tom?" Harry queried. Tom turned from his work to see a depressed air about him. Harry's eyes were outlined by thick black circles, signaling that he hadn't slept in days, and he was rail thin. "Oh, Harry, of course I do. I'm sorry I made you think otherwise." He opened his arms letting Harry know he wanted him to come sit in his lap. He did. As Harry snuggled into Tom's chest, Tom softly whispered, "You will always hold my heart in your hands."
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
They stood in the window, watching the sun rise. "It's beautiful…"Harry trailed off, not knowing how to convey his feelings. Tom turned towards him looking amused. "I know, it means a lot to me that you'd stay to watch it."
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Harry pressed a sweet kiss to Tom's cheek. "This one and many more. I love you, my Tom." Tom smiled, "I love you too, my Harry."
A/N: I don't know if the story parts match the meaning of the song but it fit for me.
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