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Harry wasn't nervous.
He had no reason to be nervous, except that it was his anniversary.
And that they'd been together since raven's fourth year, an embarrassing jealous outburst after Harry had been seen ridiculing himself in front of Cedric three times.
The Hufflepuff had laughed when, in the infirmary after the disastrous maze, Harry had explained how their relationship had begun.
Cedric even had the nerve to tease him about it.
The Hufflepuffs were evil.
Harry was placing the chicken in the oven when a pair of arms went around his waist.
Harry smiled into the embrace, turning to place a kiss under his boyfriend's chin.
"Where did you leave George?"
Fred smiled. "Dear twin is trying to make himself irresistible to you, love. Sadly, we both know I got the beauty and he got the brains."
"If he had as much brains as you had beauty, it doesn't surprise me that he didn't graduate." Harry replied, smiling at Fred's exaggeratedly shocked look.
"Stop being dramatic, honey." Harry teased him.
Fred gave a small smile, before turning to see George appear. "Here I am!"
Harry smiled as George pushed Fred away to reclaim Harry's lips.
"Happy anniversary, honey."
"You too, George." Harry replied, before looking seriously at Fred. "Don't try it, Fred."
The redhead, who had reached out to take a piece of freshly baked bread, put on an innocent expression. "I did nothing."
Harry took the wooden spoon and pointed it at Fred. "Try it again."
George and Fred looked at him with amusement.
"Are you threatening me with a spoon?"
Harry smiled, before winking at the redhead and wandless charms the spoon into chasing him up the hall.
George laughed as he saw his twin being pursued by the murderous spoon. "You are a marvel, love." He said to Harry, who blushed.
"If you distract me, I have more spoons here." He threatened him.
George raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just here to admire the view."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's okay that you're a Weasley, but calling a dinner in preparation a panorama is excessive."
"Oh, no, you're the view."
Harry blushed, deciding that ignoring his boyfriend was the best move.
George and Fred's laughter made it clear that it wasn't really effective.
The dinner itself was fine.
Harry was satisfied when he realized that no experiments had exploded, that no cutlery had become animals, that no friends had come rushing in to discuss side effects of the twins' products.
Harry may have talked endlessly about how he wanted to have a good anniversary with his boyfriends, but their friends had been there in the early stages of their relationship and Harry had always thought they considered each other an integral part of their relationship.
Instead, Fred and George had made an effort to make the evening perfect.
At the end of the meal, after eating dessert, Fred and George looked seriously at Harry.
"Honey..." Fred started and George finished. "Me and Fred talked about it."
"About what?" Harry asked, smiling at the two boys.
"We've been together for three years." Fred explained and George nodded. "And we know that we love you."
"I love you too." Harry smiled.
Fred and George looked at each other and George sighed. "That's why we thought we'd ask you to marry us."
"What?" Harry asked.
Fred explained. "Will you marry us, Harry?"
Harry smiled, before standing up and throwing himself on the twins to give them a hug.
"It's always yes for you." He whispered in their ears.
After they kissed, all the love and happiness and passion poured into the kiss, Harry pulled away with a frown.
"Did you ask me to marry you today so you don't have to remember more dates?"
Fred and George shook their heads.
"Of course not!"
"We would never do that!"
Harry laughed, kissing the two again. "You two are impossible."
"And you love us." Fred replied.
Harry nodded. "With all my heart."