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Harry wondered if Binns would even notice if he just got up and walked out. He’d won a war, after all. Surely he was owed a free pass to sit in the spring sunshine instead of being cooped up in this dusty classroom.
Harry amused himself by staring at Malfoy’s profile. He, unlike Harry, appeared to be paying attention, taking notes even. When the paper flower sprouted from the open pages of his textbook, Harry startled hard enough to wake Ron.
“Whazit?” Ron asked sleepily, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” Harry whispered. Ron barely managed a nod before his light snores recommenced.
Harry poked at the parchment posie with the tip of his wand and it unfurled into a note. He glanced around the classroom, but no one was paying him any attention. Smoothing the creased parchment, he read:
“Meet me in 10 minutes.”
No signature. No location. Harry didn’t need either.
Deciding to test his theory, he gathered his things and, instead of asking to be excused, simply stood and left. Binns never paused in his monologue, but a few classmates shot him envious glances.
Five minutes later, he stood beside the Whomping Willow, casting the spell to still its branches before slipping into the hidden tunnel. It was more well-trodden these days, but still damp and musty.
When he emerged into the Shrieking Shack, he was surprised to see Malfoy already there.
“How did you beat me here?” Harry asked. “You were still in class when I left.”
Malfoy laughed. “I’m still in class.”
At Harry’s raised eyebrows, he added, “I paid a fourth year to Polyjuice into me. I wanted to surprise you. Come on.”
Malfoy led Harry around the back of the shack. They’d discovered earlier that spring that, with a bit of work, the back garden made a lovely spot.
Harry stopped short. Spread across a bright blue blanket was a lavish picnic, a variety of dishes laid out neatly. He spotted several of his favorites, along with a bottle of wine.
He turned to Malfoy. “You did all this?”
Malfoy smiled and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. “Happy three month anniversary.”