December 24th 2003

11:00 pm

It was a relief to finally tell people the truth. The truth about himself, and his love for his fiancé was finally out. People were rather shocked, but respectable. Roger was always with girls in school, so it made sense being confusing. He just didn't want to be openly gay as a teenager.

But he wasn't a boy anymore. He was a grow man with a high post in the ministry, while his lover was a professional quidditch player.

As he grilled the chicken on the stove, the door slammed open. His lover looked half-dead, worn out and dirty. Roger watched him throw his body onto the couch and groan in pain.

"Tough day?" he asked, flipping over the chicken.

"Yes," he replied in a strained voice. "I hit my head on the pole…it was humiliating and painful."

Roger put a spell on the chicken to cook itself. He made his way over to his fiancé, looking over his body.

"How'd you manage to hit the pole during a practice?"

"Daydreaming," he replied, winking.

"Oh," Roger smiled, "About someone special?"

"Just a Goody-Tushu Ravenclaw."

Roger gave him a peck on the cheek. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he gently brushed his fingers through his lover's thick brown hair.

"I've also prepared some crème brulee," he said. "It'll cheer you up."

His lover rolled his eyes. He sat up slowly while his back cracked loudly.

"You need to see a healer," Roger commented. "Let's get you an appointment."

"No," he replied, "Puddlemere will take me off for a month."

Though Roger didn't totally agree, he let it go. It was clear of how annoyed his partner already was, and he didn't want to make it worse.

"At least have some dinner then." He stood up and started to head back to the kitchen.

"Or just the crème brulee…"

"Dinner first," said Roger, "then you can have dessert."

His fiancé thought for a moment, until a cunning grin appeared on his face.

"On one condition," he shouted, for Roger was now in the other room.

"Yes?" Roger asked while sprinkling the spice on the chicken.

"I want dessert after my dessert!" He got up slowly from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. Roger looked at him through the doorframe with an amused expression.

"Is it a deal?"

"Yes Oliver, it's a deal," Roger chuckled. "Now eat."

Author's Note

Hello!

This a new fic idea I had…and a brand new ship! The next chapter should be up soon. Please read and review!

Sincerely,

Bellastrange51.