50. Rose and 49. Park
Summary: He produces a rose from behind his back.
It was about 8pm and Harry began to journey down the concrete path that flowed through the city's park. He had just gotten off an assignment from his work as an Auror and he was looking forward to 'date night' as it was with his husband of almost six years. He was just approaching a large Mahogany while watching the interaction occurring between three small children when a dark figure suddenly stepped onto the path directly in front of him. He was looking down at the earth and at the same time that Harry looked up the mystery man produced a deep blood red rose from behind his back. While he raised his eyes to meet those of his bondmate's the hand that was holding the rose tilted slightly so that the flower was leaning somewhat towards the other man's body. With a slight smile Harry accepted the bloom and twined his hand with the hand slightly hovering in the empty air. They dropped their connected hands and began to make their way to the local theatres, intending to catch the newest release before retiring for the night at the local Wizarding Gay club for a period before leaving for the residence that they stayed in when Hogwarts was not in session. The movie was a humorous action/adventure flick and after the two and a half hour movie was over they migrated to the club. It was packed, as was to be expected, considering that it was a Friday night. It was bursting with scantily clad, some in only stitches of fabric that could barely be considered pants, bodies that had a light sheen of sweat that were moving wildly, the majority illicitly so, to the loud heavily-pumping bass shaking the very foundations. They maneuvered carefully to the bar and ordered their drinks before turning to watch the packed dance floor while waiting for the arrival of their orders. The bartender slid the glasses toward them and after the alcohol was pumping through their systems they abandoned the bar in favor of joining those in the epicenter of the space. As they moved in sync with each other, saving the more explicit stuff for when they were alone together at home, Harry decided that he very much enjoyed this kind of homecoming from his husband.
The End