I don't own the character Adrian Pucey.

I recommend you read 'Breaking through the Paint' before reading this.

This fic was created to accommodate to my shipping fans.


Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.-Plautus
Chapter: Happy Freaking Birthday


November 13th 1994

It was late in the Slytherin common room. "Oh come on it's my birthday," Adrian whined.

"Whinging really doesn't suite you, it's a little pathetic," Lyrisadora replied dryly. He pouted, leaning on the common room sofa in front of the fireplace. Lyrisadora sat reading leisurely. "Besides, I already got you a gift."

He didn't look impressed. "You got me a Rememberall and an apple, they hardly interests my needs."

"I'll have it back if you don't want it," she responded politely.

He rolled his eyes at her, plopping down next to her on the sofa. "Not sure you'd want the apple anymore," he replied, sighing. "Besides, all I want it one small make-out session," he reasoned diplomatically. "Maybe get carried away a bit in the process."

She snapped the book shut and glared at him. "No," she said firmly. "Go find someone else, in fact come to think of it, aren't you dating Zoe Accrington?" rounding on him accusingly.

"Who?"

"Adrian," she warned.

"Oh is that her last name? Nah, it was a more of a onetime thing. I had needs, she had needs, she did this thing with her tongue-"

"I don't need to know the details," she snapped, cutting him off.

"You're innocence is adorable."

"Shut up you patronising dick," she countered.

He smirked in amusement, pinching her cheek, she growled. "You're so easy to wind up," he said pleasantly, relaxing into the sofa as he crossed his legs. She rubbed her cheek and grumbled to herself, reopening her book and attempting to continue reading again. "But back to the subject at hand; it is my birthday."

She groaned in exasperation. "Oh for the love of Merlin," she breathed, quickly checking to see if anyone was looking, before leaning over to hastily give him a peck on the cheek, her lips soft against his cold skin. "There, happy freaking Birthday. Now shut it," she hissed, beforequickly burying her head in her book, her nails digging into her book as she tried to ignore his growing cocky smile.

She considered that next year, she'd just slip some poison into his tea to shut him up.