Tom stared into the fire, waiting for Harry to return. It had been hours since Harry had left, six to be precise and there was no walk Tom knew that took an entire six hours.
Tom huffed. It was ridiculous.
But he wasn't about to go looking for Harry. That would be like admitting that he was wrong, and he never was wrong. Merely mistaken, on occasion, but he wasn't on this.
Quidditch was a ridiculous sport that was not only pointless but also dangerous. All the sport was, was a bunch of idiots on broomsticks chasing several balls. All Tom had been trying to do was make Harry see reason, and he was probably saving Harry a few broken bones as well.
Growing up with those muggles had clearly addled with Harry's brain if he thought that doing such a thing was anything that even resembled a good idea.
Blasted muggle couldn't even raise a boy to have self-preservation instincts. Utterly useless.
The door swung open, and Tom's eyes left the fire to flicker towards the door. Harry looked startled at the sight of him still sitting before the fire, but his expression quickly closed off again. It seemed the walk had not helped.
"You said you were going for a walk," Tom said accusingly. "What kind of walk takes six hours?"
"A long one?" The tone in Harry's voice was mocking, and annoyed Tom.
"Are you still angry?"
"No." The fact that Harry slammed the door after him said otherwise, but Tom chose not to comment on that.
"There's dinner on the table."
"I'm not hungry."
Tom's eyebrow rose. Harry had to be extremely upset to refuse food. While he wasn't one of those people who gobbled any available food, he wasn't one to refuse it either.
"Are you sure?"
There was no response as the shower was turned on and the sound of running water hit Tom's ears. Not willing to let it go, Tom unlocked the bedroom door with a quick spell before heading to the bathroom.
It wasn't locked, and Tom felt momentarily anxious about what he was doing. It had been obvious that Harry hadn't wanted him to come in, and he usually respected that but something felt wrong today and Tom couldn't ignore that.
"Harry? Are you sure you're-"
"Merlin, Tom. Does a locked door mean nothing to you anymore?"
Harry's annoyed face popped into view from behind the curtains of the shower, but Tom's eyes focussed on the hint of blood that remained where Harry's fingers had touched the curtains.
"You're hurt?
"Minor injury," Harry said dismissively.
Harry's eyes widened as Tom stalked forward, throwing the curtains aside as he looked for Harry's injuries.
"Minor, you said?"
"This is the entire reason I never said anything," Harry grumbled as Tom poked the scar that ran across his back.
Tom hummed, glad that Harry was back to his normal self.
Written for Race to Space Prompt Challenge: "You said you were going for a walk. What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?"
Capture the Flag - Flag Prompt: Muggle
OTP Boot Camp – into the fire
Written for One Prompt, Many Fandoms Competition