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Hello! It's been so long and i didnt really spend all that time writing, lol. So i have to get into writing a bit more so this might not be that good. this is slash but not rated m. i hope you like it! and please review! Also, the next chapter is the last one and it would be great if you guys have any ideas on what i should write, i want to make it special and a long oneshot but i dont really have any ideas.

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The sound of sweet humming reached my ears and I immediately relaxed. My eyes closed gently as the humming began to resemble a tune and I couldn't help but let loose a smile at the person in front of me. I tried to contain my anxiety as my dark green tie was pulled and tightened and hands patted down my robes. Opening my eyes to look at Luna, she stopped humming the soft melody at the same time she gave me a bright grin.

"You ready Harry?" the air around me felt warm from her cheeriness and I thanked Merlin she was the one with me. I couldn't speak so I just nodded meekly. She acted nonchalant and stepped back to admire my outfit, I was wearing a simple dress robe which was black with a blue tint and my glasses were gone to show off my emerald eyes. My hair was also somewhat organized but Luna already messed it up to give it a "just got shagged look".

Her gaze was sharp and I started to fidget under her look but she just smiled big enough to show her teeth while stepping forward to give me a light hug, "You look dashing, even the Wargles think so," It didn't do much to ease my nerves but I managed to curve my lips into a grimace instead of a smile I was hoping for.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I whipped around so fast; I almost snagged my robe on a nearby table. Panicking, I groped for my wand just in case such a thing did happen. Once I found it, I sighed in relief and looked up at the blond whose hand was on my arm, "Relax," She whispered, "He loves you," She said flippantly.

I didn't realize how tensed up I was until I finally did ease myself and loosen my muscles. I tilted my neck to get rid of the crick that was forming and I splayed out my hand cracking a few knuckles in the process.

He loves me.

I laughed quietly at the idea but then I imagined Tom running his hand over mine and saying the sentiment so freely like it was the easiest thing to say in the world and my laughter ceased to be replaced with joy and delight. I was brought out of my thoughts as Luna opened the door to reveal a chiseled face and firm shoulders and I took a moment to admire the new and improved Neville.

"Hey Luna," I saw him give the witch a kiss which was rather close to her lips as I tried to quench the disappointment that it wasn't Tom at the door and that it wasn't going to be Tom giving me a kiss. I forced a smile and clapped the Herbology Professor on the back.

"Hey mate," I coughed slightly after I heard how dry my voice was.

"You nervous?" Neville was teasing but he raised an eyebrow after realizing yes, I was nervous, very much so, "Harry? Come on, the man who's been around three marauders and not to mention the Weasley twins scared over this little thing?"

"It's not little," I couldn't help but protest. Well, at least to me it wasn't, Neville shrugged. He blushed slightly at his own assertiveness and I saw the scared little wizard from Hogwarts first year who didn't have any friends and was terrified of the potions master. So much has changed, now he can talk with Ron and Seamus who still acted like hormonal teenagers about girls and sex. A topic I was still uncomfortable with considering girls didn't do much for me.

"Mate," He looked into my eyes and the first thought that came into my mind was how much Luna and him are perfect for each other, they had the same fire in their eyes, "you love him," he stated with a somber tone and then to lighten up the mood he snickered and pushed me towards the door, "it'll be fine,"

Love.

That was the second time I heard that word and as I waved goodbye to Luna and Neville and made my way to the floo, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. My heart was jumping and I wanted—needed to see him right now. I needed to feel his dark eyes on me that could make me come with just one look and I needed to feel his caress, I nearly stumbled trying to get to the floo.

I was grinning like a fool when I shouted my destination but the thought of seeing Tom soon just made me grin wider. The swirl of green filled my vision and I thought that my robes would get ruined but all worries were swept aside as my back hit the ground with a thud and I was looking up into the concerned eyes of Tom. It felt like everything froze in that instant and I could lie on my back forever just staring up at the man before me.

"Harry," that voice sent shudders down my spine and I coughed as I choked on my own spit. My face was turning red as Tom helped me up, I cursed silently. When did I turn into such a girl?

But then again, if being a girl was what it took to see Tom like this I wouldn't mind.

He looked absolutely divine. His hair was straight, unlike mine but also had a carefree bounce to it. He was, of course dressed in what looked to be the finest clothing in all of Britain, his robes was also black but when caught in the light, it turned the color of rubies. Vaguely, I remembered him telling me a spell that could be used for the effect but then I was distracted by the god in front of me.

He's been away on a couple of business trips, that's actually why he planned this night out today after weeks of not seeing each other. And his skin was darker now from more sun that he's used to; he had a light tan it looked amazing on him. But regardless of the tan, he would look perfect either way, every date we had always sent butterflies down my stomach, every time felt like the first time we saw each other. It didn't help that today apparently was so special Tom needed help from Neville and Luna.

But I should be glad he didn't choose Hermione to help him with whatever he's got planned today, it would be a disaster. Hermione just gets too excited when dealing with this stuff.

Tall, dark and handsome.

I chuckled silently as I remembered how Hermione and Luna liked to describe Tom, but I think that that description doesn't do him justice at all.

"Love?" It took me a moment for the name to register in my head and when it did I just blurted out the first thought I had.

"I l-like that name," Immediately, I started to stammer and my face turned bright red again.

"Do you now?" I avoided his laughing eyes and listed all the Weasley kids' names in my head to distract myself so I wouldn't embarrass myself further. Suddenly, I jumped as Tom's hand grasped mine, he loomed over me, "Are you ready," His slightly chapped lips caressed my hand, and his lips sent lighting through my hand and to my arm all the way to my heart, "my love?" I bit my lips as I heard and felt the words form against my sensitive skin.

His lips released my burning skin I could see his eyes filled with lust and dare I say, filled with love getting closer and closer. His lips were no longer on me and I felt a deep yearning for his lips to be somewhere, anywhere as long as it was touching me.

I gasped as a hand was on my lower back, coaxing me to lean into the man. Hands clasped at my cheeks and I froze completely, I peered from under my flickering eyelashes at Tom's open mouth. His tongue slipped out slightly and it brought back memories of that tongue on other places on my body.

Just a little closer, just a little bit more till that tongue can trace my lips. I unconsciously leaned forward to get closer to that slicked tongue but his hands on my face were restraining me.

The appendage licked his chapped lips to moisten it and to my displeasure, It just slipped back inside and the fantasy of his tongue on mine was gone for now.

Abruptly, I felt him shaking me, "Harry? Harry," My eyes snapped open to look at Tom's blue orbs which were full of amusement. I bit my lips harshly, what a tease I thought and surprisingly Tom raised an eyebrow at me as if he just heard what I was thinking. But that wouldn't exactly be shocking, sometimes it was like he used legilimency to read my thoughts and he could hear every embarrassing thought I had which usually involved Tom and his kisses, but on the other hand, I knew he wouldn't betray my trust like that.

"Love, dinner's waiting, we should go," He whispered and I smirked inwardly at how Tom was struggling to control himself from the obvious lust in his voice.

He moved back and straightened his wrinkled robes and I couldn't help but feel upset I didn't get a kiss yet, but I shook myself out of it. There will be plenty of kisses and even more tonight.

"You ready love?" I warmed at the name and reached out to his offered hand.

"Yes," my voice sounded breathless and weak but from Tom's smirk I think he liked it. After all, he always did love taking my breath away.