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Meeting The Parents

Harry was softly humming to himself while walking around the kitchen, checking on various pots and pans as well as a roast in the oven. Christmas music was playing in the background and his boyfriend was working on the Christmas tree. Everything was perfect. They were dating for over a year by now and were happy together.

Yet there was something troubling Harry. Tonight he would be meeting Oliver's parents for the first time and while they new that he was male they didn't know that he was the Boy-Who-Lived.

Rechecking whether everything was at the state it was supposed to be in, he turned around to care for the dessert he had planned for this evening.

A few minutes later Oliver entered the room, proclaiming, "This smells nice. What is it?"

"Dinner, Oliver, so nothing for you to eat yet. And don't touch the dessert," answered Harry while stirring something on the stove.

Oliver, retreating his hand that had reached for exactly that dessert, asked irritated, "How do you do that?"

"I can sense you... just like I sense the snitch while playing Quidditch," answered Harry with a smile after he had turned around to face Oliver, "So, how is the tree?"

"Standing and decorated, awaiting your approval. What are you so worried about?" asked Oliver curious.

Harry turned around again to tend to something else before returning, "What if your parents don't like me?"

Harry relaxed a bit when Oliver wrapped his arms around him and placed his head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, they'll just love you. I mean there is nothing not to love you about you," responded Oliver.

Harry could sense Oliver watching him stirring the sauce in front of him and wasn't surprised when he started again, "That smells nice... Can I try a bit?"

"No and this is final. If you'd go... I'm sure there are some other things to be done," answered Harry.

Oliver tried his best to look hurt when he replied, "I'll just go and set up the table and stay away from the kitchen."

However, Harry didn't pay any attention to him, too busy with cooking.

***

Harry was just finishing up the desert when he heard the tell tale sound of someone arriving through the fireplace. He heard Oliver greeting his parents and he couldn't help, but panic. The dessert wasn't finished yet and he didn't know whether the table was set perfectly, he hadn't even had time to inspect the Christmas tree yet. This was surely going to be the worst dinner of his life and he would make a fool out of himself.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Oliver holding him close once again. "No need to panic here. They're nice and they won't dislike you. Just calm down and let me introduce you to them," whispered Oliver in his ear.

Once he was a bit calmer, Oliver led him into the living room, where his parents were waiting. Smiling happily he said, "Mum, Dad, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry, my parents..."

Harry smiled a scared smile and answered, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wood."

"Hello, Harry. It's nice to finally meet you and there is no need to be so formal. Just call me Alexandra," answered Oliver's mother.

His father just smiled and said, "Likewise, just call me George."

The smiling faces calmed Harry a bit, but not much. "I still have to finish the dessert, but if you'd sit down I'll bring in the main course," said Harry nervously.

Oliver helped his parents sit down before saying, "I'll just go and help Harry with getting the food here."

Once Oliver arrived in the kitchen he went about building Harry up. "Don't worry too much Harry. I think you impressed them already and knowing my father he was just about to tell you to teach me a few manners since I most likely wouldn't have greeted your parents so formally."

Seeing that the dessert was finished he helped Harry carrying the different dishes into their dining area, happy that things seemed to go over well.

***

Hours later, when dinner was over and Oliver's parents had left again and both were lying in bed they talked about the evening.

"See, I told you that they'd like you and that there was nothing to worry about," said Oliver.

Harry smiled happily, "I'd have never thought that your mother would say that I can cook better than her. I'll have to think about something new to cook when they come over the next time."

"Hopefully you won't be fretting about it as much as you did the whole last week."

"I'll give my best," answered Harry.

The End

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