If Our Love is Wrong
Coming home from work, a copy of the Daily Prophet stuffed in his robes, Percy heaved a sigh. This was not how he wanted people to find out. Rita Skeeter's ability to snoop out a story was second to none, but he was sure they'd covered all available tracks.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out as he walked through to the kitchen. "Have you seen the paper?" he asked cautiously, as he embraced his lover in a hug, pecking him on the cheek.
"Yes," Argus responded with a smirk. "And I don't care. I love you. I'm glad they know."