Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's note: For Tipgardner who repeatedly makes me smile (and blush!), and who is a great mailpal. This is for you, sweetie, as a way of cheering you up (although I do hope you're not as tired as you were yesterday!) huggles Nat
Thank you to Veer for her half of the story and of course for her betawork!!!! hugs

Part 1

Harry felt like all the life was sucked out of him by the time the meeting ended. Working for the Ministry had its advantages and it was certainly entertaining but the meetings were the absolute worst part of it. His department's supervisor had this talent of planning meetings at 4 or 5 pm and they always, always took longer than planned.

When he finally reached his office he checked his watch. 6.30. Draco was going to kill him by the time he'd get home. Harry knew he had something planned, so he had made sure to mention the meeting. He hoped he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch.

When he entered his office, the door closed, locked and he thought he heard a soft silencing spell being muttered. Then everything went black. When the lights came on again, he had to blink to make sure he was seeing it right.

His dull, functional office had been transformed to the inside of the gazebo of the house in Rome, the house where Draco had taken him for their honeymoon. He blinked. And again. And suddenly, on one of the benches, was Draco. Wearing a tight pair of jeans and a ……… Harry blinked again……… was that his old Gryffindor tie? Draco moved his wrist and suddenly Harry was wearing a pair of tight jeans as well, but now combined with a Slytherin tie. He smiled. "Honey, I'm home." he tried, looking at Draco.

"So I see," Draco replied. His eyes and face not giving an inkling of what he felt or thought.

Harry knew he was in trouble now. Because even when Draco was slightly mad at him he always had warmth and love in his eyes. Not this time though. Oh boy, he thought, what do I do or say to convince him it wasn't my fault?

"Ehm….. what's with the scenery and the clothes, Draco?" Harry asked nervously.

Not very reassuring was the fact that Draco's face suddenly changed into a very sexy smirk. "Wouldn't you want to know."

"Ehm…. yeah I would. So….. what's going on?" Harry tried again.

"Don't tell me you have forgotten about what we always celebrate today!" Draco's voice sounded a bit harsh.

Harry tried to have coherent thoughts but was a tad distracted by a nearly naked Draco so near to him. "He does look sexy in Gryffindor colours" Harry thought. "No, stop that. Think of the date. What could it be." Suddenly Harry felt two hands stroking his back and abdomen. "Stop thinking of sex. Think of the date. The date. Date!" The hands didn't stop their taunting.

"It isn't his birthday. It certainly isn't mine. It is not Christmas either. It's not Halloween, and our anniversary isn't until next month. So what is it then? It wouldn't do me any good if I don't know what he means because I was terrifyingly late today."

"So tell me Harry, why are we dressed up like this?" Draco asked while his hands suddenly found themselves on Harry thighs.

"Uhm…" was all Harry could say. Meanwhile his mind was screaming in his head The Date! The Date!!

Now Draco's hands were mapping out his body, and he was talking to him in a low, deep voice. "I was so sure you'd remember this day, Harry, seeing as it is something we participated in together." Then he softly blew on Harry's ear.

Work, brain, work! Harry was telling his braincells as he tried not to change into a puddle of goo under Draco's ministrations. The hardest part was when he heard Draco chuckle against his neck. Again, he made his brain take a tour over their calendar and suddenly, he knew. A big bright smile grew on his mouth, and he suddenly turned around, crushing Draco to him.

"Umph! Gracefull as ever, Potter!" Draco tried, not really sounding mad, as Harry was now planting kisses along his jaw and neck.

"And I know exactly what day it is today." Harry told him before proceeding to snog him senseless.

"Really?" panted Draco.

Harry nodded. "Today is the day we managed to make half a room blush and the other half faint."

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