Crash!
"God damn it!" Draco's shout mixed with the shattered plate, echoing out of the kitchen and into the living room. Harry winced. It was the sixth one this week. The brunette sighed and slouched toward his mate. He encircled the blond man's thin waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"I miss it too," he remarked, in reference to their deteriorated magic. He felt a suppressed shudder of a sigh in return. Gently, Harry knelt down and gathered the pulverized remains of the flowery china.
"It was ugly anyway," Draco said haughtily.
Harry smiled softly into the dustbin.