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“Happy Valentines’ dear,” Tom leaned down and kissed Harry’s forehead. Year after year, Tom always outdid himself, finding something that made Harry’s heart warm or make him blush or immensely grateful to have Tom as his life partner.
Soulmate. Husband. Love.
All words applied to him now. Back in school, Harry never would have guessed that this was where all their animosity had them headed. Now they’d built a life together, and there wasn’t anything else Harry could imagine for himself.
Tom had a successful business, researching and collecting treasures, spells, inventions, and working with their creators. He made connections but he always made sure Harry knew he was Tom’s priority.
Harry felt blessed to have Tom, to be the only one that was allowed to see all of him. Not the intimidating, ambitious and resourceful person he limited himself to being for the world to see, but the man that chuckled, hummed his favorite song, and stole Harry’s jumpers.
“Are you ready for your gift? It’s something we’ve discussed before.”
Harry looked at his handsome man, and admired the glimmer in his eye that was a promise of the surprise awaiting him.
Harry closed his eyes and Tom took his hands, and instead of placing a gift in them, he led Harry down the hall and into their potions lab.
“Open your eyes Harry.” His thumb rubbed hearts into the back of Harry’s hand as they looked at the ingredients laid out next to the large cauldron.
Sugar, spice, and everything nice (unicorn hair, phoenix tears, lavender sprigs, and other things that Tom had confirmed would help create something as wonderful as Harry.)
“Shall we make a baby girl?”
There was no hesitation, Harry kissed Tom with a passion, then during the entire process he questioned Tom for name ideas, thoughts, and dreams of what they would do as parents.
When Tom lifted her out of the cauldron and placed her in Harry’s arms, love had never felt more infinite.