"I can resist it, I promise. I only got eyes for you, promise. Though his chest ain't half bad, eh?" Harry joked as he playfully patted Hartley away and leaned forward, kissing the back of his hand and hoping Hartley remembered to wash his hands. They were in a risky place, he didn't want to fuck up. "He is singing the song of my people but look how good I am at resisting. This is the point you praise me for being the best boyfriend."

Remus snorted in amusement and tossed Sirius' shirt at him. "Shirt on or no one here will buy the calendar. Stop giving it away for free."

"Shit." Harry snorted in disbelief and shook his head. "I wanna see that calendar." All twelve months of it for a whole year. He really wanted it. He didn't want to die. He bit his lip and fought back any anger or sadness. "I have ideas."