Drabble 2: Bond
Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around his pride and joy. Harry, meanwhile, burrowed into the offered warmth, shivering as a sense of love and contentment flowed into him.
They stayed like that, enjoying each other's presence until they knew that it was time to go.
Sighing softly, Tom pulled away, fixing Harry with a stern stare.
"You'll come to me if Dumbledore tries something, right?" he asked, tone booking no argument. Harry nodded.
"I promise, I will."
"Good," Tom whispered, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on Harry's lips.
"I promise that when you come back and everything is safe, we'll finally bond," he vowed upon seeing the pout on Harry's face. Harry frowned, looking into affection filled crimson orbs.
"Why can't we do it now?" he whined, ignoring the little voice inside of him that mocked him for sounding so pathetic. Instead of judging him, Tom merely wrapped him up back inside of his arms.
"You know we can't do that, Harry," he mumbled. "Dumbledore would sense the magic."
Harry sniffed, looking to the side and scoffing.
"Since when did Dumbledore control our actions?" he questioned. Tom chuckled.
"Come on, Harry," he urged. "Think of it like this; you're giving me time to make our bonding more special."
Seeing the grin on his beloved's face, Tom knew he had him.
"Now, go," he pressured, pushing Harry forward gently. In response, Harry turned and waved, smiling brightly.
"Goodbye, Tom!" he yelled, the green flames of the floo enveloping him in their soft heat.
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March Word Count - 253.