James sipped his green, frothy beer and looked up at the man next to him at the pub. He liked this bar, really he did, but he couldn't stand seeing his boyfriend with green hair.

Teddy was enjoying himself like always, smiling everywhere, ordering beers and singing Irish songs. He was heading into the realm of slightly intoxicated, taking jello shot after furiously green jello shot. An arm around James, an elbow on the bar, he owned the place.

After an hour of this James really didn't want to be at the pub anymore. He understood that it was an anniversary for them, it was the day that Teddy Lupin, the man he desperately wanted, looked at him and did not see a sixteen year old with freckles. They were supposed to go out with the family like every year, to a family pub down the road. It was before the drinking had started but after the clumsy snog when Teddy had just said it,

"Fuck it. I don't care how old you are, I want you."

And they'd been together ever since.

Now 3 years had passed and James had never been happier. Teddy was the person James came to after a long day at the Ministry. He was there when James came out to his parents; he was there after the 'shirt lifter' comment at work. Teddy loved James. And James loved Teddy.

He loved his hair.

He loved his happiness.

He loved his heart.

He hated St. Patrick's Day though.

There was not a single reason for the holiday. The trivia books in his family bathroom always said something about a Saint in Ireland who converted people to Christianity, but James didn't understand how that related to the drunk mass of people around him.

"Hey Jamie!" Teddy was yelling in his ear, letting his stale breath waft over James, "You having fun Jamie? I love this pub! We need to g'back here allll the time!"

Slightly more than a bit intoxicated then.

"Yeh," James replied smiling awkwardly as he tried not to knock into the couple behind him while still holding Teddy up, "this is fun Ted. Too much fun."

Teddy's eyes turned back to normal, the sickly green colour they'd been a minute ago vanished, and he stared James down.

"Why're you acting weird?" he asked, putting his head on James's shoulder and looking up at him.

"I'm not," James reached for his drink again, "I just.. I'm a little tired is all."

"You're not having fun, are you?" Teddy asked quietly, grabbing James's hand from where it rested, under the table, on his knee. His eyes were looking at their hands but James could tell that he was hurt, that he thought it was his fault.

James smiled and shook his head. He lifted their hands up and kissed the back of Teddy's, letting his lips drift down to his wrist, where the Mischief Managed tattoo was. He used his free hand to gentle nudge his boyfriend's head up until they were staring into each others eyes.

"Teddy?"

"Mmm, yeh Jamie?" Teddy began inching closer, brushing his lips over the dark freckles that covered his lover's cheeks.

"Do you want to know something?"

"Mmm, yeh Jamie. I do," Teddy's free hand went into the wild auburn hair at the back of James's neck. He kissed his boyfriend's chin, letting his green locks brush his grin.

"I love being here with you," James leaned down and kissed Teddy, right on his very green mouth, "I hate St. Patrick's Day, but I love you, and that's enough."

Teddy looked at him baffled for a minute before catching James's lower lip between his teeth briefly. James smiled at him, let go of his hand and pulled his arm around his shoulder instead. Yanking Teddy closer, he beckoned to the bartender.

"Another Guinness please."