A/N – I wrote this for Harry Potter 34th Birthday. I think it's a little sad that I would know that but who cares. Happy Birthday Harry.

My Fanfiction about AR/YG isn't finished because I needed to return the book and I still haven't borrowed another one but I will do that soon.

Warnings: This is slash and HP/OMC. There is also some heavy kissing.

Now on with the story…

Birthday Gift

Harry Potter sat at his desk repeatedly reading through and signing paperwork. Today was his 22nd birthday (A/N I know it's his 34th but I wanted him younger) and he couldn't wait to get off work and go home because he knew his handsome husband would be waiting for him. Marcus Mitchell, 25 years old and in Harry's opinion the sweetest man on earth, was a healer at St. Mungos. Coincidentally, that is where they first met. Harry had just returned from a mission tracking down and capturing rogue death eaters when he was injured in a duel with Travers. He was hit by a cutting curse just as he had taken down Travers that created an open wound from the shoulder to his elbow. He had been nineteen at the time and a young healer that was only twenty two was assigned to healing him. And Harry being Harry decided to ask out the poor man after he had been healed with no scar left over. Marcus was after all an extremely attractive man with golden brown hair and the most adorable chocolate brown eyes Harry had ever seen. Of course, Marcus agreed to the date and the rest is history as they say.

Back to the present, Harry finished off the last of the paperwork for the day and glanced down at the watch on his wrist that read 9:00pm. It was about time he was heading home, Harry thought. So he piled up all the finished paperwork and rang up his assistant. "Thank you Mary, I'll be going home now. Could you please sign me out? Thanks." Walking over to a pot sitting by his fireplace; he grabbed a handful of powder and threw it in the fire which immediately turned green. Stepping into the green fire he managed to say "no. 12 Grimmauld place" without coughing or hacking.

Stepping out of the side of the fireplace he stumbled and fell but before he could reach the ground strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards a hard chest. Warm breath ghosting over his neck caused a shudder to run through his body. "Happy 22nd Birthday babe," a husky voice breathed out smugly, knowing and enjoying what he did to Harry. Harry spun around in the man's arms and pressed his lips to the other. The kiss was safe and loving but clearly just a greeting. Pulling back, Harry smiled up at the man and replied, "Hello to you too, Marcus." Marcus smiled at him and said,

"I have a gift for you and I want to give it to you before we head over to the burrow for dinner…"

"You mean surprise birthday party for me," Harry interrupted with a cheeky grin. Marcus chuckled but didn't reply, instead he took Harrys hand in his and lead him to their shared bedroom. He pulled the door open and sat Harry down on the bed while he walked over to the bathroom. Harry couldn't hold in his curiosity any longer and blurted out the question, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you birthday present from its hiding place," Marcus replied over his shoulder. His curiosity doubled but now pointing to what his present might be, he sat back down on the bed and admired the view of his husband's delectable ass before he disappeared into the bathroom.

A minute later, he emerged from the bathroom with a box wrapped in white held in his hands. Moving to stand in front of Harry, he handed the box to him and gestured for him to open it. Carefully, so as not to ruin the wrapper, he unwrapped the box and lifted up the lid. With a small gasp, he reached into the box and pulled out a beautiful lather band with a silver metal plate inscribed with the words 'Forever yours, love Marcus.' Simple yet elegant; Beautiful but understated. With shaking hands he tried to put the band on. Marcus's hands reached out to steady his and he looked up into his eyes and said with conviction, "I love it, Marcus. And I love you." With that said, Harry pulled Marcus down for a passionate kiss that spoke volumes. Lying down on the bed and pulling his legs up so that Marcus could climb on too, al, the while never letting up on the contact between their joined lips, he swiped his tongue across Marcus's bottom lip silently asking for entry that was granted almost immediately. Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth and explored every crevice, getting to know that sinful mouth all over again. Moaning, Marcus slid a leg between Harry's thighs and pulled his short up so that he would have access to his lightly muscled chest. Running his hands up and down Harry's sides, Marcus detached his lips from Harrys and attached them onto his neck. Biting harshly down and then licking softly over the mar causing harry to roll his head back, and groan wantonly, giving him more access and full control over his body. Harry moaned again, but this time in disappointment, when Marcus pulled away. He looked up questioningly just wanting to get back to the snogging. "We need to get ready to go to the burrow now or we'll be late," Marcus said breathlessly, more than a little aroused.

"Fuck them. We can be a little late. Right now all I want is you," Harry said with lust filled eyes and pulled Marcus back down to meet his lips. Marcus went willingly deciding he liked Harry's idea better.

The End

A/N – I hoped you liked it. Anybody reading this who writes Fanfiction please write some more HP/OMC because we do not have enough. Please review I'll be sad if you don't and that would be like kicking a cute puppy.

alexrider4ever - You can interpret Sabina in love with Alex but I personally like them as only friends like being really close but not bf and gf.

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