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Written for: The If You Dare Continued Challenge, The Favourite Character Boot Camp Challenge, Werewolves One's Big Prompt Challenge, The Favourite Era Boot Camp Challenge, The None Human Boot Camp Challenge, The Book Quote Boot Camp Challenge, The Song Boot Camp Challenge, The Movie Quote Boot Camp Challenge, The TV Quote Boot Camp Challenge, The Anime and Manga Quote Boot Camp Challenge, All Those HP Character's Challenge, The Prompt Rely Challenge.

Prompt: Write about Harry Potter, Write a Bane/CentaurHarry pairing, Write in the Golden Trio Era, Children, Progress, Lick, Complete, You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you! – The Phantom of Opera., Fan, Plastics. (The Graduate, 1967), Eli dosen't love anyone, hes a seriouslly messed dude. You and me, we have a spiritual connection – Degrassi, "Are you looking at the stars…? In the middle of the city…? Even though the only stars you can see from here are fake?" – Chiaki Shinoda, Darker than Black, Demanded, Armando Dippet (previous headmaster), Under the weather,

Unwanted Romance

Harry glared angrily at the flirty portrait in the Headmaster's office only to stamp one of his hooves in anger when the man in the magical painting gave me a sly wink. If only his beloved mate Bane was here, he would scare the perverted ex-headmaster of Hogwarts away while also sweeping him up off of his feet. Right at this moment Harry found himself not caring about how close the progress was to allowing the project to be complete that would allow more than just human magic users to learn at the castle.

"You can go and lick a fan, and not the plastic kind," Harry stated angrily as he remembered his muggle school lessons. "How can a portrait of a dead man be so-"

"A sexy, knowledgeable and one that is not a mess. Seriously that mate of yours is all over the place with Albus, his a mess!" Armando Dippet said from his portrait. "And I do not mean him being under the weather. Now you and me, we have a spiritual connection."

"Oh yes we have a spiritual connection alright," Harry snapped out as his horses tail swished in a warning sign. "One of-"

"True romance! You know that while I am basically dead I will never leave you, head to foot of my corpus and of my painting I love you and adore you, I will never never leave you," Armando said with a Lockheart award winning smile. It was lost on Harry, big time. "While you're so centaur lover is off looking at the stars, wondering why he can only see fake stars in the city I will be spending my time looking at you, the true star!"

"Your sky is darker than black, just like your love life," Harry snapped out with an angry pound of his hoof. "You might have been a Headmaster of Hogwarts Armando Dippet, but you are dead and are just a magical painting with the memories that you held at the time you was painting."

"Do not talk to me like that!" Armando demanded with an angry glare at Harry. "I will not have my lover talking to me in just a disgraceful manner!"

"Then it is a good job that Harry is my mate not yours," a new male voice said joining the argument causing both Armando and Harry to look in the direction of the voice. Harry's eyes lit up in love and joy while Armando gulped nervous as they laid eyes on Bane. "Get lost you stupid dead human painting. Harry is my mate and no one else will lay claim to him."

"Understood, this headmaster does not need to be told twice," Armando paled and disappeared out of his painting into another one, far far away.

"Bane!" Harry cried out in joy and relief as he rushed over and pulled his mate into a tight hug. "My hero, my knight in shining armour! You saved me from the evil painting, you deserve a reward!"

Bane simply grinned proudly as he returned the hug. From the way his beloved Harry was wrapping his body around Bane's the older Centaur knew what sort of reward he would be getting tonight.

End of Drabble.