This is my very first tomarry fic so like please comment critically, I wanna know how I can improve
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The room swathed by moonlight was usually silent but tonight a beautiful sound enriched the atmosphere. For within the room stood a grand piano, untouched by the dust that had settled upon everything around it. A small boy was perched in front of it, his hands drifting up and down the keys, his eyes gleaming as tears spilt down his face. It was an odd tune, with soft trills and murmured arpeggios. Lost in the music, the boy never noticed the dust being disturbed as another boy slightly older than him walking in.
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Tom Riddle knew of the old, abandoned Hogwarts music wing. He had discovered it while searching for places to be alone. His favourite room was a small cubby hole with a harpsichord in the middle that he often enchanted to play for him. On this lonesome night, he had awoken from a horrendous nightmare and couldn't force himself asleep again so he crept out into the awaiting night.
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He walked, his soft footfalls echoing down the corridor towards his quiet chamber before pausing hearing what sounded like music. He slowly snuck towards it, lost in the sound. Tom peered around the door and gasped. A beautiful boy was softly playing a grand piano that was three times the size of him. Tom decided to wait, as to not disturb and scare off the boy. As the piece seemed to be coming to an end, he left not wanting to be found.
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Tom went back to the room multiple times over the next few weeks but the boy never came back. He had found out his name though. He was called Harry Potter, he was an orphan just like himself but he was 2 years younger than him. He was perceived as shy and timid by the rest of school, a complete contrast to the rest of his classmates.
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It would be 2 months before Tom heard Harry play again, he had almost given up on him, when he heard the first few notes of what seemed like Harry's style. Three short trills before launching into a heavily emotional piece. Tom once again crept into the room, but this time he was noticed. Harry turned, his tears streaming down his face. Tom felt a sudden urge to run and hug this boy. The boy motioned to the piano before his voice rung out loud and clear "Do you play," he asked, before turning back to the piano, "or are you just gonna watch like a creep?"
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Tom had no idea what to say so he slipped over to the seat and sat down next to Harry, his arm bringing the younger boy closer towards him. Harry shrugged off his arm but not before blushing. Tom began to play a little song he once heard and Harry smiled before joining in. Tom felt like they sat there forever, but eventually the piece ended. Harry looked at Tom his eyes gleaming with tears of happiness. Tom smiled before softly stroking Harry's cheek. Harry blushed but smiled encouragingly. Tom lightly pressed his lips to Harry's lips, as Harry nodded. They kissed in the moonlit room. Neither of them were alone anymore.