Romance is Not Flowers and Chocolates 1/2eriador117February 12 2016, 10:47:17 UTC
Harry rubbed his aching back and shifted his shopping from one hand to the other. If he'd been in Diagon Alley, he could have lightened the parcels with magic, but he felt less exposed in Muggle London. He could just imagine some witch or wizard peering into his basket and then sending an owl to the Prophet. No, Harry liked his privacy, thank you very much, aching back and all.
He spotted a coffee shop and decided to go in for a rest and perhaps a slice of cake or a sandwich as he'd missed lunch already. But as soon as he opened the door, the scent of coffee and tea had him gagging. He didn't bother going any further and went back out, almost bumping into another customer who were on their way in. He settled for a bottle of water and a packet of crisps from the shop next door. He sat down on a low wall, his packages spread out by his feet, as he sipped his water and devoured his crisps.
They'd never really celebrated Valentine's Day, but it was hard to ignore the shops decorated with pink and red hearts, flowers and chocolates having pride of place in window displays. But Harry wanted to do something special for Severus, particularly this year. But Severus hated the crass commercialisation of it. Harry could hear his husband's voice in his head. Romance is not flowers and chocolate, champagne and paper hearts. Romance is doing something special for the other person because you know they'd like it.
Well, Harry hoped Severus wouldn't object to a romantic dinner in their quarters. It would save Severus having to go the Valentine Feast in the Great Hall at least, something he would be glad to avoid.
As he was walking down Charing Cross Road to get back to Diagon Alley, Harry passed a card shop that had a small basket of damaged cards outside it. All cards in the basket 50p each.
Harry rummaged through and his heart almost shot out of his throat. Now, this was the card to get Severus. Definitely. No hearts, no flowers, no ribbons, no doves or teddy bears. It was a little crumpled but Harry's magic would soon take care of that. He brought the card inside and paid for it, pleased to see that the clerk handed over a plain white envelope to go with it. No pinks or purples.
This was going to be the best Valentine's Day Ever.
He spotted a coffee shop and decided to go in for a rest and perhaps a slice of cake or a sandwich as he'd missed lunch already. But as soon as he opened the door, the scent of coffee and tea had him gagging. He didn't bother going any further and went back out, almost bumping into another customer who were on their way in. He settled for a bottle of water and a packet of crisps from the shop next door. He sat down on a low wall, his packages spread out by his feet, as he sipped his water and devoured his crisps.
They'd never really celebrated Valentine's Day, but it was hard to ignore the shops decorated with pink and red hearts, flowers and chocolates having pride of place in window displays. But Harry wanted to do something special for Severus, particularly this year. But Severus hated the crass commercialisation of it. Harry could hear his husband's voice in his head. Romance is not flowers and chocolate, champagne and paper hearts. Romance is doing something special for the other person because you know they'd like it.
Well, Harry hoped Severus wouldn't object to a romantic dinner in their quarters. It would save Severus having to go the Valentine Feast in the Great Hall at least, something he would be glad to avoid.
As he was walking down Charing Cross Road to get back to Diagon Alley, Harry passed a card shop that had a small basket of damaged cards outside it. All cards in the basket 50p each.
Harry rummaged through and his heart almost shot out of his throat. Now, this was the card to get Severus. Definitely. No hearts, no flowers, no ribbons, no doves or teddy bears. It was a little crumpled but Harry's magic would soon take care of that. He brought the card inside and paid for it, pleased to see that the clerk handed over a plain white envelope to go with it. No pinks or purples.
This was going to be the best Valentine's Day Ever.
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