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Word Count - 429

Weird and Wonderful

Kingsley let himself into the house, discarding his cloak and shoes before he moved into the living room. He froze at the door.

Living with Harry meant he often came how to weird and wonderful surprises, but walking into the living room to find a fully grown lion lying on the rug, covered with one of Kingsley's robes, wasn't on the list of expectations.

"Erm."

The lion blinked it's eyes open and stared at Kingsley.

Then it's tongue lolled out.

Kingsley snorted. The green eyes were too familiar for him to not grasp the situation, and he stepped forwards. The lion sat up, and when Kingsley sat down in the large armchair closest to the fire, it pounced, large paws landing on the arms.

"Yes, hello, Harry," Kingsley greeted, grinning. "Quintessential Gryffindor that you are, I'm not surprised by this in the slightest."

The lion licked Kingsley's face playfully, leaving behind a trail of saliva.

"You're gross," Kingsley muttered. "How about you change back and kiss me properly in greeting, hmm?"

The lion closed its eyes, and a moment later, Harry was himself again, his hair even messier than normal, and a bright smile on his face.

"I did it," he chuffed, climbing onto Kingsley's lap.

"You did," Kingsley agreed. "I'm proud of you, I know how hard you've worked at this."

Harry grinned, and then he wrinkled his nose. "You're going to make me register aren't you?"

"The problem with dating the Minister is that you should probably follow the law," Kingsley replied, amused. He kissed Harry on the nose. "But I won't make you do anything, and I won't grass you up if you choose not to register your form. I understand how useful it can be to have a disguise that nobody knows about."

"Or… you could hide my registration?" Harry offered.

"Or I could do that," Kingsley agreed.

Harry nodded and settled into Kingsley's chest. "Did you have a good day at the office?"

"Hmm, it was fine," Kingsley replied, wrapping his arms around Harry. "Missed you. I don't like you having a day off when I'm working, you're not there to come visit me."

Harry pressed a kiss to Kingsley's neck. "M'sorry. I made dinner though. Lasagne."

"Sounds perfect."

Kingsley could feel the natural tension of the day at the ministry melting away, and the weight of Harry got a little heavier as his boyfriend dozed.

Dinner could wait, Kingsley decided. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the back of the chair. He was comfortable right where he was.

Written for;

Auction - Animagus

365 - 75. Tongue

1000 - 917. Playful