Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Gravitation.

Author's note: And it's more than 1k words again… I don't get it. Anyway, that's as much Shuichi as Harry is able to be, especially with his background. I used the colouring of the OVA. It's almost funny how easy it is to make Harry look like Shuichi there. I hope I did a decent enough job, even though the whole birthday plot seems to be a bit in the background.

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: Gravitation/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Yuki x Harry

Prompt: Birthday (Lady Styx)

Rating: T-M

Warning: slash and uhm sexual insinuations

Only fifteen minutes to go!

The sweet smell was already drifting through the flat, being thickest in the kitchen, but didn't quite stir the owner from his well deserved rest. The day before Yuki had finally completed his newest novel - this time only a couple of days late - and soon after dropped into oblivion. Apparently it would take some more time for the blond to awake up again, otherwise he would have noticed the smell of his favorite dessert – Strawberry Cake. A special treat for a special day, particularly because it was made by him. He often cooked, but hardly ever baked. After his childhood he didn't like either, but if he didn't make food, Yuki would barely eat anything decent while writing away on his stories. Sometimes he wondered how the older man had averted starvation before he had come along.

They had known each other for close to a year now, he had been in Japan for almost three. After Voldemort's defeat, which had resulted in the death of most of his friends, the Magical World – or more like the wizards and witches – had declared him the next threat, because he had to resort to grey or even dark magic to fulfill his prophecy. A simple tickling charm or a stunner wouldn't have done the trick, but nobody seemed to realize that. He hadn't even used the Unforgivables! Okay, once he did, but only to defeat Voldemort once and for all.

He had the choice between fleeing and getting his magic stripped or worse. Of course he had chosen to flee and managed it with a bit of help from the Goblins. English-speaking countries had been too obvious, so he had settled down in Japan under a disguise. His hair had been dyed with magical permanent-dye and was now the burgundy red of his mother's. Contact lenses remedied the need of glasses and made the green of his eyes several shades brighter. The use of make-up on his scar was the finishing touch. Subtle changes, but he looked different enough, even though his small built and wild hair stayed the same. He told everyone that he had grown up with his British mother, and was now, after her death, in Japan to see his - also dead - father's country and maybe find some relatives, to cover up the reason for his bad Japanese. His documentations – made by the Goblins to help him even a bit – under the name Shuichi Shindou, were backing his story up.

Without the possibility to get his money from Gringotts – his vaults had been frozen by the ministry -, he had to finish his schooling. There he had met Hiro, a nice, easy-going guy, who helped him with his studies and being almost fluent in Japanese after only a year. In the presence of the brunet he had even become a bit more relaxed. Not an easy feat after his unease from the war and the betrayal.

His story with Yuki had begun almost at the end of his high school life. He had been sitting in a park after finishing his shift as a waiter to look at the sky and thinking about the people he had lost. There they had met for the first time and somehow their eyes had locked. It hadn't been a mind-blowing moment, neither had it been love at first sight. Harry – or Shuichi now – had even forgotten it until two weeks later, when the blond man had almost run him over with his Benz. It had been pouring down and a pedestrian had accidentally shoved him onto the street just in time for the car traffic light to turn green. After several cold, sarcastic remarks the blond man had taken him home, while the redhead had still been in shock. Somehow the evening had ended with them having sex, Shuichi was still not quite sure how that had happened.

But it happened again and again and again and now he was mostly living in the older man's apartment. It wasn't always easy. The blond was a bastard more often than not, but after seven years of knowing Severus Snape he managed alright. And sometimes, when their eyes locked, like at their first meeting, the amber eyes would soften somewhat and show their own hidden pain. Maybe those moments were the reason, why he hadn't left, yet.

In the time he had live here, he had met several family members and acquaintances of Yuki's. His brother, Tatsuha, was easy enough to get along with, but his sister was a bit of a manipulative wench. She had tried to bribe him into telling the blond to meet his father. When he had mentioned it to Yuki, the older man had become all kinds of furious and demanded to know what his sister had promised him to comply. Shuichi had watched him unimpressed and informed him in a no-nonsense voice, that it was Yuki's decision, if he wanted to stay in contact with his parents or not and that he wouldn't interfere. For a moment the older man had seemed a bit stunned.

Another person he had met was Touma Seguchi, who was apparently Yuki's sister's husband. The first time the man had visited in his presence, the redhead had been cooking and when he was cooking he had the habit of singing while doing it. Since then Touma had tried to win him over for N.G., the man's music company.

Brilliant idea.

Why not just make a band, with Hiro being the lead guitarist and calling it 'Bad Luck' – he had had a lot of that in the past – so everyone in the Wizarding World soon knew where to find and catch him at their conveniences.

He wasn't an idiot! He wouldn't compromise his disguise for fame, which he didn't want anyway.

A beeping pulled the redhead out of his musings and indicated that the cake had finished baking. Thank god for gossip magazines, otherwise he wouldn't have known that it was the blond's birthday. Yuki wasn't a fan of big parties, so Shuichi had planned to bake the cake and then some nice hours in bed doing a certain activity would follow, but only after unplugging the phone and the bell and hoping, that other people took the hint.

Slowly he opened the door to the bedroom and slipped onto the bed, before settling down on the taller man's hips. He put the cake down on the other side of the mattress and leant forwards to nibble on Yuki's neck. A few minutes later the birthday boy opened his eyes with a glare, which was responded to with a brilliant smile.

"Happy Birthday!"

Evidently the strawberry cake and the bare legs of the redhead were peace offering enough to proceed with Shuichi's day's schedule.