Tom's PoV
I lay within my bed comfortably. My sheets are pulled up to my shoulders and the comforter is tucked warmly around the top.
I turn my head slightly and my nose twitches lightly as it brushes against fluffy white hair, the sensation tickling my face as the fluffy whiteness moves slightly.
I adjust my position slightly and tighten my arms around the smaller warm body, tucked firmly into my side.
Leaning into the smooth hair, I take a deep breath and enjoy as the, aphrodisiac like, scent invades my senses. The smell of old oak, melted chocolate and something spicy that smells distinctly of home, encases me as I bury my nose deeper.
I am broken from my trance when the body in my arms trembles slightly and curls closer, pulling my warmth towards them.
Shifting my arms slowly, I wrap them over the beauty beside me and use my magic to push warmth towards his body.
His face relaxes as he melts into the warmth and shifts closer, now leaving us joined from top to toe.
I let my eyes drift slowly shut and release the stress from my shoulders, slumping towards the comfort radiating from the, now warmed up, body of my Draco.
Finally drifting off I wonder, fleetingly, what it would be like to be open about our relationship.
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PAIN
Hot excruciating pain, is what next wakes me.
I gasp a breath as the pain increases and I struggle to move out of Draco's limpet hold. I reach blindly for the side of my large, plush bed and give an agonisingly startled yelp, as I slip through the sheets and hit the thinly carpeted hardwood flooring below.
I hear movement behind me but pay it no mind as I try to push myself back onto my feet.
Getting my feet underneath myself, I try to push weight into my legs but, the pain increasing debilitates my depth perception and upon trying to shuffle forwards, I lose the last strength of my body and crumble forwards, falling from where I had managed to stagger into a semi-upright stance.
A loud THUNK is heard as my head impacts on the corner of the bedside table, black dots swimming in and out of my vision as I attempt to stay conscious.
The edges of my sight begin to dim and all I can see is a blurry head of platinum white hair as my Draco rushes towards me.
Giving in, I feel as he lifts my head from the ground and then NOTHING.
Draco's POV
I hum in slight approval and curl towards the warmth of Thomas' side as my body warms and releases a wave of love and comfort into the room, my magic floating lazily in the air, humming against Thomas'.
I feel as his body slackens and smile, slightly, where my face is pressed into his chest.
I allow myself to be pulled back under the veil of sleep.
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I startled awake, not sure of the cause of my sudden awareness.
I blindly feel around on the bed beside me and my brow furrows as I don't feel my Tommy next to me.
Opening my eyes slightly, I can see a silhouette on the floor on the other side of the bed.
I sit up slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. My eyes widen as my other senses catch up and I can hear the pained, laboured breathing from the ground.
I quickly stand up and move to round the bed. I pause slightly as I see the figure move off of the floor, looking to be getting up.
My brow raises in concern as I notice that it is in fact my Thomas and his legs are heavily shaking. I watch closely, concerned as he raises his hand to his chest and digs his fingers aggressively into the flesh of his chest. Clawing at his body in what looks to be an attempt to stop some sort of pain.
I quickly move forwards, reaching out to grab him.
Just as I'm about to touch his shoulder his legs give way and I shout alarmed as his head strikes loudly against the bedside table.
I see the polling blood and rush across the room to grab a towel.
Moving as quickly as I can, I race back to where he's lying on the floor and drop to the ground.
I cradle his head in my hands and put the towel on the wound to take away some of the rapidly escaping blood, as he looks up at me with pain filled drooping eyes.
My breathing stops as his eyes close and I quickly grab a pillow from the bed to place his head down on softly. I turn him on his back and place my ear to his chest, listening to the irregular faint heartbeat that stutters on every intake of breath.
Pulling back I look around the room desperately trying to figure out what to do.
When I come up with nothing, I remember a text I once read about couples healing serious injuries on one another.
Taking a deep breath, I recite the words in my mind as I move into action.
'1. Move into appropriate position so that bare chests may touch,' I lean forwards to meet our chests together. '2. Reach into magical core and search for the thick opalescent strand which may sometimes be found leading to your chest.' I concentrated on my mind scale, the little occlumency that I was able to achieve and search until I see it, extending down into my left pectoral. '3. Push the strand out towards your partner and allow it to wrap in a tight coil around their magical core. Note: this should only be done between two individuals magic that recognises one another and has had previous contact.' I allowed my magic to lock into Thomas' magical core and began to push my own power through the connection, encouraging it to mend the large wound on his head.
'4. Push your magic through the bond to encourage healing. Note: You must withdraw your magic immediately after the injury starts to heal lest your magics be permanently bound.'
I continued to push my magic into healing his head as I thought about what had just happened.
'Something else must have caused this! What would have caused him so much pain?!'
I spread my magic further, weaving it through Thomas' core to find the problem.
I paused. What? I didn't understand what I was looking at.
Thomas' core was increasing rapidly. Following the connection in his magic further, I traced it to 6 brightly glowing orbs, floating around randomly in his, usually, perfectly organised head.
I looked closer at them and startled as I noticed the shadows of the forms they were taking.
A cup. A locket. A book. A tiara. A ring. Nagini.
My hands shook as I realised what had happened.
His Horcrux' had returned to him. How? Why? When? What for?
My mind halted as I tried to comprehend the severity of what had obviously caused my Tommy so much pain.
Moving closer, I let my magic brush over the pieces but jerked away when they hissed and shook.
I watched closely as the 6 horcrux' soul pieces moved towards the smaller piece that was Tommy's own soul source.
The pieces glowed brighter as they moved together, forming into one large misshapen ball of light.
I looked closer at the soul, making sure to keep distance so that I wouldn't bond to it. The dent in the side of the glowing sphere rotated in my direction and my eyes widened as I realised there was a missing piece of Tommy's soul. He had another horcrux somewhere and didn't even know!
Finally, seeing his mind rearrange itself neatly, I pulled out of his head and retreated to look at how his head injury was healing through my magic, still in his core.
I was about to push a little more magic when I remembered the clause on point '.4'
My eyes widened in alarm, 'You must withdraw your magic immediately after the injury starts to heal lest your magics be permanently bound.'
I pulled my magic back and felt as it entered my own core but, before I could sigh in relief, I felt as Thomas' own magic followed mine away from his body.
Realising that letting his magic leave his body while in this state was dangerous, I pushed my own magic forcefully back into his core, feeling as both our magics locked together firmly with a snap.
I skimmed across the three thick chords that connected our magics and, wasn't as shocked as I felt I should have been when, I found that there was no obvious join between the two magics. Our magic cores and power had literally just 100% merged into one another.
Sighing, I closed off my connection to my core and allow it to settle, heavier than before, in the back of my subconscious mind.
Looking down, now with my eyes rather than magic, I smiled in relief that Tommy had no physical injuries- the open gash on his head long gone, not a scar to show it even happened.
I stood slowly, stretching my legs after what felt like ages sitting on the floor trying to help Thomas.
I looked down at his body, lax and unconscious, then at the bed, then at his body again. I humphed.
"You better treat me to some seriously great thank you sex Tommy! Cuz I'm about to get these really expensive Pyjama bottoms super sweaty hauling your heavy ass onto our unreasonably high bed!"
I harrumphed a silent laugh at my words.
"Alright let's do this."
~~Le Time Skip~~
I dropped onto the bed panting heavily. Whoever said it was easier to move someone when they were unconscious was obviously delusional!
I looked over at my Thomas and smiled.
After his soul had reconnected, the last of his unhealthy appearance had faded away, giving room for the absolutely stunning Adonis of a man now changed into a new set of pyjama bottoms and tucked into the bed.
I sighed with relief that the whole ordeal was over.
Changing my pyjamas for one of Tommy's large shirts, I crawled into the bed beside him and smiled at the image of peace on his face.
I leaned up, ever so slightly, and kissed the corner of his mouth, wriggling slightly as he turned on his side to face me and pulled my body tight to his chest.
I released a content breath and wound my arms up over his waist, allowing Morpheus to drag me under.
'Tomorrow will certainly be interesting..."
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