Birthdays in the past for Harry Potter meant horrible things. On this day in the past, it was one day with his parents on his first birthday, it was years of be captive in a dinky closet under stairs, and then the others at the Weasley's. The past few birthdays he's had have been quiet. Only a few selected people came over for a bit of cake and wine. This year, however, he was slightly looking forward to waking up and facing the day.
He finally found someone to spend it with.
Green eyes blinked open to see silver ones staring back with a sleepy smile. "Morning, Birthday Boy."
He chuckled in return and leaned forward to capture his lover's lips. When they pulled apart the man let his head rest on Harry's chest, one palm resting on his belly.
"Are you ready to face the day?" The blonde asked with a smirk.
"Not yet, I'm not done enjoying my present," he smirked back and kissed a pale forehead.
He flushed, "I-I'm not your present, Harry."
He captured his lips again, Yes, you are, love.
WOOHOO! Halfway point! :D
So excitied! So what if I month or two late I hope you guys have liked it so far. I realized I've made soem spelling/grammatical errors in the past, but I hope you can forgive me enough to keep read and hopefull I've gotten better :) I started this to become a better writer and as a pact to myself to actually accomplish a new years resolution.
I'm halfway done!
R&R Please, and Prompts are always loved!
