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"Ronald Weasley!"

"What? What did I do?" Ron asked.

"You know perfectly well what you did," Harry said.

Ron looked down at his shoes.

"Umm…." was all he could say.

Harry was standing there glaring. Better figure it out quick, Ron thought.

"Umm…. I'm late? I forgot your birthday? I left my socks on the floor?" he guessed.

"It's our anniversary!" Harry said impatiently.

Ron felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Harry turned away from him, sulking.

"Harry, love, I'll make it up to you," Ron said in a genuinely sorry voice.

"How?" Harry demanded.

"I'll take you out tomorrow night, to a nice restaurant with classical music and an expensive menu," Ron said.

"Do I get flowers and chocolates and champagne?" Harry demanded.

"Of course, anything your heart desires," Ron said eagerly.

Harry suddenly stopped looking sulky.

"Let's go to bed," he purred, pulling Ron in the direction of their bedroom.