"How could you ever think I wanted to break up with you?"

Mycroft did not raise his eyes from his book on defensive and offensive spells. His wand spurted some sparks as he muttered a particularly difficult one under his breath.

"Let's not focus on my mild paranoia, Gregory. The important thing is that we've figured it out. And that we have finals, of course."

A warm smile appeared on Greg's face.

"I still can believe your dad pulled that off. I mean a job that great at the Ministry in France? He cares about you more than it seems, huh?"

Mycroft pursed his lips, still distracted by his book.

"Or he wanted me as far away as possible."

Greg laughed dismissively and shook his head.

"You know that's not the case."

Mycroft's lips curved upwards in a meek smile.

"Fine."

He finally looked up and handed some notes to the Hufflepuff boy.

"Now, please concentrate in your studies. We can't move together to France if you don't pass your exams."

Gregory reluctantly took the papers, a disgruntled frown suddenly appearing on his face.

"Ugh, I can't even read your handwriting."

Mycroft didn't react to that obvious provocation.

"Well, if you had taken your own notes, you wouldn't have to."

With a defeated sigh, Greg began reading. It was hard for him to concentrate in such a boring subject in the first place, but Mycroft's constant gesturing and muttering under his breath was beyond distracting. Greg tried his best to ignore it.

"...Revelio"

Greg smiled.

"Mycroft, you're doing that thing again."

"Oh, apologies."

There was a moment of complete silence, only broken by the flipping of pages and scratching of pens. Then a loud growl broke it completely. Mycroft's eyes met his boyfriend's.

"Gregory, was that your stomach?"

Greg rubbed his taut middle absently.

"Oh. I may have gone out during lunch."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"Out?"

Greg shrugged.

"Emergency Quidditch practice. You know, the usual. Hey, don't give me that look."

He pointed a finger at Mycroft and his judgemental expression.

"I don't know what you are talking about; I am not giving you a look."

Greg laughed as he stood.

"Come on, let's go get some tea so you can stop worrying."

He offered him his hand. Mycroft didn't have to be asked twice; as much as he hated leaving his studying season incomplete, he adored meals with his boyfriend. He took Greg's
hand.

"Fine. But I should warn you, I'm famished myself. You should eat fast if you want to eat anything at all."

Greg laughed and let go of Mycroft's hand to put his arm around his waist as they walked.

"Is that a threat? Are you going to eat everything in the kitchens, you fatty?"

Mycroft bit his lower lip. He had grown to love being teased like that.

"I am, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. In fact, I demand belly rubs afterwards."

Greg smiled and laid a peck on his cheek.

"Oh, how can I say no to that!"

"But we do have to get back to studying soon, darling. It's our last couple of exams. We need to pass so we can get on that damned plane as soon as possible, all right?"

Greg nodded.

"Of course."

He had other plans for Mycroft that evening.