"You bastard!"

The phrase echoed through the empty hall with the force of a tornado behind it. Draco Malfoy was indeed a force to be reckoned with.

"Hi, honey, how was Astronomy?" Harry asks with false sweetness soaking through his words as he grinned at his aggravated boyfriend.

"Oh, sod off! I just can't believe you. I mean- ugh! Do you even know what day it is?!"

"Tuesday, I believe."

"It's our anniversary, you prick! Our SIX-FUCKING-MONTH anniversary, and you forgot!"

"Did I really?" Harry asked coyly.

"Really what, forget? I'd bloody well say so, as you've been ignoring it all day!" Draco fumed.

"Dray, turn around," Harry said with a chuckle.

"Why the fuck would I turn around? I'm busy yelling at you for your carelessness right now!" the blonde fumed.

"Please- just do it." Harry said gently, looking up at his boyfriend with his best puppy dog eyes before gesturing behind him.

"Grrr, fine! But this had better be good- and I'm talking a bottle of excellent wine, fancy dinner, and sex good." Turning around, Draco's eyes rolled back in his head and the last words on his conscious lips were "That's not wine and sex," before he fell into a full faint. Harry's seeker reflexes kicked in and he rushed forward to catch his boyfriend seconds before he hit the floor.

"Damn," Harry grumbled, shifting Malfoy in his arms. "You'd think after all these years he would've gotten over it . . . Ah well, his loss." Arranging Draco in his arms bridal-style, Harry came to a stand and looked behind him, calling: "Come on Buckbeak, no romantic flights over the lake today . . . or ever." The proud Hippogriff raised his head in a haughty manner and followed Harry down the hall, with red heart confetti floating down from his feathered neck with each step.