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Days of Wine and Roses

Chapter IV

Harry practically lived in Mycroft's house now. It was easier for Mycroft if he lived in Muggle word rather than in wizarding world. Mycroft had set aside his clothes to make room for Harry's clothes. Harry's new clothes that Mycroft bought for him.

"How do you know about my size?" he asked curiously. All the clothes fit him.

Mycroft raised his eyebrow at him. "I think that should be obvious, dear." He replied.

"Mycroft!" Harry hissed out. The tips of his ears were red. But still, Harry was thankful that he didn't blush as much as he did when he started his relationship with Mycroft.

All he got was smug smirk from his lover.

Sometimes, Harry couldn't really believe it. He had known Mycroft only for two months. But now, he was dating and living with the man. They moved really fast. Even Harry knew it. Their dynamics didn't change with the arrangement. From Monday to Friday, they would have breakfast together before going to their respective office. Then they would have dinner together when they returned home. The day was ended with making love each night. It was life that Harry never thought that he would have.

Speaking about Mycroft, for someone's whose job was auditor in the Home Office, he surely was busy. Harry didn't know about Mycroft's jobs description actually. The man told him that he audited books but that was it. Whenever he asked about Mycroft's job, the man always changed the topic. He did it smoothly that Harry didn't even realize it. Mycroft was more interested in Harry's life and wizarding world it seemed.

Then every week, whether it was Saturday or Sunday, they would go to date. At least, Harry called it date in his head. The place changed every time. Mycroft always came with the idea at first. But now, Harry liked to give input too. Since Mycroft gave him tour in Muggle London then Harry chose to give his lover tour in wizarding world. It was fair exchange in his opinion.

That Saturday, Mycroft took him to West End to watch the Mousetrap at St Martin's Theatre. It was new experience for Harry and he enjoyed it. The Mousetrap was a murder mystery play by Agatha Christie. It opened in the West End of London in 1952 and had been running continuously since then. The play was known for its twist ending which the audience were traditionally asked not to reveal after leaving the theatre.

"He is the killer?" Harry blurted out in surprise.

"It's obvious," Mycroft replied.

"For you maybe," Harry retorted.

Mycroft smirked at him.

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The next Saturday, Mycroft took him to Wembley Stadium to football game. Harry knew that football was the most popular game in England and in majority part of the world. They sat in the VIP seat. Harry knew that in public place like this with many other people, Mycroft had his bodyguards ready.

"It's Arsenal versus Manchester United," Mycroft said.

"Which team do you support?" Harry asked.

"None," Mycroft replied. "It doesn't matter which team who won."

In the end, Manchester United won with one goal by David Beckham.

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Since they had gone to watch football, Harry thought it was highly time to introduce Mycroft to Quidditch.

"It's Puddlemere United versus Chudley Cannons this week," Ron told him.

"I'm going to get the tickets then," Harry said.

"All of us could go there," Ron said, brightened at the idea. "We have to support Chudley Cannons." He was the biggest Cannons fans Harry ever met. But then again, it wasn't difficult to achieve the title.

"I doubt they will win even with your support," Hermione commented, which was true.

"Maybe it's their time now," Ron argued.

"Oliver plays as Keeper for Puddlemere United now," Harry said.

"Right," Ron said. "I almost forgot about that."

So, it was settled. Harry bought tickets for himself, Mycroft and Teddy. Meanwhile, Ron bought ticket for him and Hermione.

He told Mycroft about the plan that night. "I bought tickets to watch Quidditch game for this Saturday."

"Your godson and your friends will attend too," Mycroft said.

"Yes," Harry admitted. He had stopped asking as to how Mycroft seemed to know everything. Mycroft said that he merely deduced it from the observation. Harry failed to grasp it.

They finished the dinner and retreated to Mycroft's study. Mycroft was busy with his paper works while Harry did his report. He never thought before that being Auror came with stacks of paper that were waiting to be completed. When he was done with his report, he found that Mycroft was watching him.

"Uhm...is something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, dear." Mycroft replied smoothly. Ever since they slept together, Mycroft often called him that. Harry didn't ask him about the nickname since he secretly liked it.

Mycroft rose from his chair and walked towards Harry. When he arrived in front of Harry, he reached out to and snagged Harry around the waist, tucking Harry securely against him. Harry wrapped his arms around Mycroft's neck. The man then captured his mouth in a brief, intense kiss. Then Mycroft kissed him again. This time, it was slower and deeper, more passionate.

"Mycroft," Harry whispered.

They moved to bedroom soon after that.

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As Harry had predicted, Teddy was ecstatic that they were going to watch Quidditch game. Harry had gone to Grimmauld Place after work so he could tell his godson the news.

"I'll come tomorrow after lunch to pick Teddy," Harry informed.

Andromeda nodded at him.

They spent time making light conversation while Teddy was playing with his Lego.

"And how is Mycroft doing?" Andromeda inquired.

"He's fine," Harry replied. "He is busy these days. He says there is monetary crisis in Asia right now."

"Harry! Harry!"

Their conversation was interrupted by Teddy, who wanted to show Harry his creation.

Harry looked at the Lego castle, or what he supposed to be castle. "It's really great," he said, smiling. "You're doing great, Teddy."

Teddy beamed at him. "It's Hogwarts." The child told him. "I'm going there when I'm big," he said. "Just like you, Harry."

"Oh, Teddy." Harry went to hug his adorable godson.

Teddy hugged him back happily. The child clearly worshipped his godfather.

Andromeda took a picture of them for the growing collection of family picture.

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The next day, Harry and Mycroft went to Grimmauld Place first to pick Teddy.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked.

Teddy nodded vehemently. He had been in high spirit since he woke up.

"Alright. Let's go then."

They used fireplace to go to Harry's house at Godric Hollow.

"Come on, Harry," Teddy said enthusiastically. The child practically dragged them out of the house.

Together, they walked to the stadium. Hermione and Ron were already there. Harry had to blink at the sight of Ron. His best friend was decorated from head to toe in Chudley Cannon merchandise.

"Hello," Teddy greeted them happily.

"Hello, Teddy." Hermione said. "Mycroft."

"Hi!" Ron said cheerfully. He was in good mood today.

"Ron, Hermione," Mycroft said.

"Hey, Hermione, Ron," Harry greeted his friend.

"You're orange, Uncle Ron!" Teddy said, looking at Ron with wide eyes.

"Of course," Ron said, grinning. "I have to show my support!"

The team entered the stadium. Puddlemere United wore navy blue robes emblazoned with two crossed golden bulrushes. Chudley Cannons wore bright orange robes and with their logo, two black Cs and a speeding cannonball. Ron cheered loudly when Chudley Cannons showed up. The match was begun soon. Harry had explained the rule of game to Mycroft so the man could enjoy the game too. Despite all the support in the world, Puddlemere United won the match. Ron was glum at the result.

Oliver Wood had spotted them. "Hey, Harry!"

"Oliver!" Harry waved at him.

They talked with Oliver, who introduced them to the rest of Puddlemere United's team member. They also took pictures. Teddy was really happy. Harry also introduced Mycroft to Oliver. The former Gryffindor Quidditch Captain didn't look surprise. He must have heard gossip about Harry's muggle lover. Was there anyone in the wizarding world who had not heard the news?

"Good game," Harry said.

"Great team works." Oliver said. "Then again, Chudley Cannons will need to replace the entire team and down several cauldrons of Felix Felicis to win."

Ron was angered by this comment.

"Interested to play Seeker?" Oliver asked.

"Only for fun, Oliver," Harry replied.

"Pity," Oliver said, shaking his head. "Well, it's your lost Harry."

Still the same Oliver Wood who was obsessed with Quidditch, Harry thought fondly.

After the game, they returned to Harry's house. Winky, Harry's house elf, had prepared delicious meal for dinner.

"So, what do you think about Quidditch?" Harry asked.

"It's interesting," Mycroft replied. "And quite dangerous."

"Ah, yes." Harry replied. "But we're used to it. I remember Oliver once told me to catch the Snitch or die trying."

Hermione and Ron stayed after dinner for a while then they bid goodbye to Harry and Mycroft. Harry then took Teddy to his room when it was time for the child to sleep. His godson had his own bedroom at Harry's house for sleepover.

"Read to me?" Teddy asked, yawning.

"Of course." Harry replied.

He read to Teddy until the child fell asleep. Harry fixed the blanket and kissed Teddy's forehead before leaving the room. He was surprised to find Mycroft leaning on the door. The man had been watching him earlier.

"You care a lot about your godson," Mycroft commented.

"Of course," Harry replied. "Teddy is my godson. And, well, I'm orphan too you know."

"You'll make good parent." Mycroft said again.

Harry smiled at him. "I always fancy having three children," he said.

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At 28 March 1998, Harry finally met with Mycroft's younger brother, Sherlock. One of London's most famous sporting events was the Easter University Boat Race, during which rowers from Oxford and Cambridge universities raced for 4.25 miles along the River Thames from Putney to Mortlake. This year, Sherlock was one of the rowers from Cambridge.

"I talked with my little brother," Mycroft said on their way to Mortlake. "He might interpret what I said as challenge. There is always rivalry between the two mighty institutions."

"You went to Oxford," Harry said.

"There is somewhat common impression that Oxford is stronger in politics and humanities while Cambridge is stronger in the sciences and engineering." Mycroft said again. "However, in Sherlock's case, he chose Cambridge merely to spite me. I majored in philosophy, politics and economics. Again, Sherlock chose his major as far as away as he is capable."

They finally arrived in Mortlake and chose to wait at the finish point, marked by the University Boat Race stone just downstream of Chiswick Bridge.

"I can't see who is winning," Harry commented. "But it's either Oxford or Cambridge."

Mycroft gave him amused smile.

"What?" Harry asked.

But Mycroft didn't say anything.

They continued to watch the race. It was won by Cambridge. Not only that, but the team also smashed the course record in the 144th University Boat Race with their sixth successive history. The Light Blues crossed the finish line on the Thames in 16 minutes 19 seconds.

"That's my brother," Mycroft said suddenly.

Sherlock was tall and handsome, with dark curly hair and sharp grey eyes.

"I won the race," Sherlock said smugly.

"The team won the race," Mycroft corrected. He looked at his little brother. "You're not even in the rowing club."

Sherlock made noncommittal sound.

Mycroft sighed. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing." Sherlock replied innocently. Then he turned to Harry, looking at him from head to toe. If Harry didn't know that Sherlock was Muggle, he would swear that it felt like Sherlock was using Legilimency on him. "Hmm...going domestic so soon, Mycroft. Mummy will be so happy."

Mycroft sighed again. "Harry, let me introduce you to my little brother, Sherlock. Sherlock, this is Harry."

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself.

"Did he bribe or blackmail you?' Sherlock asked.

"What?" Harry frowned. What did Sherlock mean by that?

"No, no. Oh, he doesn't know the truth. This is interesting." Sherlock smirked. "Orphan, raised by your uncle, no, your aunt, who resented you. Starved and eager for affection. You went to boarding school and met people who you considered your family there. You've been to war too. Now, that raise question since there is no war in England since the Second World War. Unless..." Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Unless, you count the strange things that happened three years ago." Sherlock kept talking nonstop.

Harry blinked.

"Ah, I'm right." Sherlock continued. "You're part of it."

Sherlock might have continued his monologue but Mycroft cut him off.

"I believe that is enough," Mycroft drawled out. "This really isn't the place for such conversation."

Sherlock glared at his elder brother.

Mycroft turned to him. "Do forgive my little brother."

Sherlock snorted at him.

Harry shook his head. "That was so cool," he said earnestly. "How did you know about everything?" It was brutal truth but Sherlock was right.

Sherlock smirked. "I observe." He replied arrogantly. "People usually see but they don't observe."

"You observe?" Harry repeated. "Still, it was brilliant. Are you sure you don't have cousin or niece or aunt named Luna Lovegood?"

He was met with two raised eyebrow.

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"Interesting," Sherlock said thoughtfully.

They were in Holmes residence in London. Like every aristocrat family, the Holmes also possessed house in London which was located in Mayfair aside of their country house. Mycroft had his own townhouse in Pall Mall but Sherlock always stayed in Mayfair during his visit.

Harry had explained to Sherlock about wizarding world with Mycroft giving his opinion every now and then.

"Does magic has limit?' Sherlock asked.

"Yes," Harry replied. "There are five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. Food, money, love, life and knowledge."

"Do tell about that," Sherlock ordered.

"Well, we can't create food out of nothing. We also can't create money or valuable things like gold or silver." Harry explained. "We can't force someone to love us."

"There is love potion," Sherlock injected.

"Well, yes, but it doesn't create love. Merely an obsession." Harry said.

"What is the difference between love and obsession?" Sherlock muttered. "Nothing."

"Sherlock," Mycroft said.

"We can't bring back the dead," Harry continued. "And we can't acquire knowledge artificially by any means of magic."

Sherlock then made him give demonstration. "That defied all law of psychic," he said once Harry transfigured the table between them into dog. He then transfigured the dog into apple tree and then transfigured it back to table.

"Show me spell for attack," Sherlock said again.

Harry looked at Mycroft.

Mycroft inclined his head slightly,

"Alright," Harry said, pointing his wand at the large vase on the room. "Stupefy!"

The vase exploded.

Harry quickly cast protection spell to protect them.

Sherlock picked one of the broken porcelain pieces from the floor and inspected it.

"Sorry," Harry murmured. "I will fix it." He waved his wand. "Reparo."

All the pieces, including the one in Sherlock's hand, joined together to create perfect vase. Not even one crack was visible.

Sherlock looked at him with wide eyes. "Fascinating," he breathed out.

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For the next few days, Sherlock had him demonstrating what he could do. Harry tolerated him. He had to admit that he liked Sherlock with all the eccentricity.

"You and Luna really have to meet," Harry commented.

Sherlock wrinkled his nose.

Since Sherlock had no magical ability, he could only observe and make mental notes. He tried to brew Potion after Harry told him about it. But since magic was still needed to light up the fire and other menial tasks, the potion didn't have the same result. It really frustrated Sherlock.

"This is useless!" He complained after another failure. Sherlock tried to brew Draught of Living Dead. It was one potion that Harry knew well.

Harry sighed.

"Really, Sherlock." Mycroft drawled.

"What?" Sherlock snapped. His tilted his chain to a defiant angle.

"The universe doesn't bend itself to your whim." Mycroft said.

Sherlock sulked for the rest of the day. Harry thought that Sherlock was like a child who had new interesting toy but then he found out that he didn't have the ability to play with the said toy.

But, despite of everything, he got along well with Sherlock. Even Mycroft admitted that it went better than his prediction.

"He likes you," Mycroft told him.

"Well, that's good to know," Harry replied. "I like him too."

Mycroft smiled slightly at his confession.

Harry didn't have siblings. Ron and Hermione were the closest he had to sister and brother. If his relationship with Mycroft kept going strong, then Sherlock could be his own brother as well. Although, if Harry had to be honest, Sherlock and Mycroft had unusual brother relationship. Maybe, it was caused by the fact that they both were geniuses.

Sherlock returned to Cambridge after staying in London for a few days. "I...uhm...graduated this June," Sherlock said. "You can come if you want too." He finished hesitantly.

"I would love to," Harry replied and he went to hug Sherlock.

Sherlock stiffened but he returned the hug stiffly. It was really awkward.

"Mycroft," Sherlock said.

"Sherlock," Mycroft inclined his head. "Take a good care of yourself."

Sherlock entered the car that would bring him back to Cambridge. It took off as soon as Sherlock was inside. They watched until the car disappeared from their sight.

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Harry and Mycroft were together for three months now. Harry enjoyed every moment of it. Mycroft was a great lover. The best one could hope for. The funny thing was, Harry's female friends liked to comment on how nice Mycroft was and how their boyfriends weren't that romantic. Meanwhile, his male friends, especially Ron, liked to grumble that Mycroft had set the bar so high.

So, that Saturday, Harry wasn't that suspicious at all when Mycroft took him for 2 hour dinner cruise along the River Thames. He thought it was one of their dates. The view was really beautiful. The lights from the skyscrapers and buildings on the riverside were really magnificent at night. While dining, they cruised past London's famous sight such as Houses of Parliament, St. Paul's Cathedral and Tower Bridge.

The cruise stopped suddenly.

"Mycroft?" Harry asked.

Mycroft inclined his head to the sky above them.

Confused, Harry followed his gaze.

DUAR!

Fireworks! Harry watched in amazement as the fireworks exploded in the sky.

"I arranged it for you," Mycroft explained.

Harry looked at the fireworks and then at Mycroft. Closing the museum so they could have private tour, knowing the Queen and Prime Minister personally and having knowledge about wizarding world. There was no way an ordinary employee at British Government could do all of these.

"Who are you and how powerful you are?" he blurted out.

"I'm Mycroft Holmes," Mycroft replied. "As to how powerful I am, that's for me to know and for my spouse to find out."

Harry's eyes widened. Did he just hear what he thought he has heard?

"My dear," Mycroft continued, looking at him intently with his sharp grey eyes, "will you marry me?"

Author's Note:

Hi. Thanks for reading and as always, please give me reviews. Harry Potter timeline is put backward to accommodate Sherlock's time line.

By the way, any idea to where Mycroft and Harry go for honeymoon? I decide for them to spend time in England and then go abroad. However, I'm still searching top honeymoon spot in England.

If I come to London, I'm going to visit the places Harry and Mycroft going to. The Science Museum, HMS Belfast, theatre at West End and watching football. So many place to explore in London. The story is set at 1998 so no London Eyes and Millennium Bridge yet. And the boat race between Cambridge and Oxford is real so with the record at 1998 by Cambridge university. Let say that if they lost with Mycroft watching, Sherlock will deduce them to tears.

Mycroft's major: politics, philosophy and economics (PPE) at Oxford has traditionally been a degree read by those seeking a career in politics, public life (including senior positions in Her Majesty's Civil Service) and journalism. If the tally of Britain's prime ministers morphed into the boat race, Oxford would be ahead by several lengths, with 26 to Cambridge's 14. Not to mention numerous world leaders.

I want to write story where Harry is androgynous. Not cute or adorable like fifteen year old girl. But tall and gorgeous like supermodels. Everyone mistakes him as Mycroft's wife. Even his children, especially James, like to call him Mother. Harry is exasperated and annoyed. Mycroft is amused and secretly likes it. He hides it of course because he might be British Government but he will end up sleeping in guest room if he upset his wife, err, his spouse. ^-^ Like Andrej Pejic.. the model for androgynous everywhere.