Section One:

Harry hummed softly as he stepped about the small shop. He had taken years to learn the craft. He had always enjoyed taking care of his Aunt’s flowers, even if he did hate the way he had been treated. Turning eighteen and inheriting his parent’s estate had made all the difference in the end. He had no idea his family had been basically royalty. Inheriting an Earlship had been a shock but thanks to modern technology he wasn’t required to really be there to manage the estates these days. So he was welcome to explore other avenues in life. It helped that he had people he trusted from school to help him in such things. 

For now he was happy with his life of running a small flower shop in America and living a life that he hadn’t gotten to live. He hummed softly and situated the tiger lillies into the vase, they were a special order to be heading to some company head. He at least was able to get himself lost in the work. The morning had passed calmly and he was about half way through snipping the ends of the roses when the bell rang above the door. He set the shears down and made sure everything was settled before taking off the apron and stepping into the front part of the shop, “Hello, Welcome to Lovely Lily. How can I help you today?”

He looked up to see a well dressed man in dark sunglasses. Everything about the man was arrogant, rich, entitled. Even the well manicured beard and expensive watch said the man was not one for second best. “Ah, yes well. Tony Stark, and you are?” The man seemed to straighten his tie as his eyes tracked up and down Harry’s form, “Quite a beautiful place you have here.”

He felt his brow twitch but he plastered a smile on, “My name is Harry and we do strive for the beauty we find. Were you here to pick up an order?”

The man took off the sunglasses and settled them in his pocket as he stepped closer, a finger brushing one of the bright pink azaleas. “Ah yes, I was looking for something to give to my assistant. It’s her birthday.” 

Harry nodded, “Well, Azalea’s are more for weddings or extravagant shows of affection.”

Tony gave a little smile, “What flowers would you give someone you are interested in?”

Green eyes narrowed, “There are several flowers that could represent affection, love, adoration, passion.” He stepped around the corner, “Roses for example can be used to show love if they are red, yellow for friendship. Then the number, a single rose for love at first sight, two for mutual and deep love.”

The other man watched him come close and gave a smile before leaning close, “How about a flower to say I have become obsessed with you?”

Harry shuddered and took a step away, why was this man coming onto him so hard? Was this an American custom, “A bouquet of seven can have an infatuation meaning.”

Tony chuckled, “Then I will take two of them. You seem to know the meaning behind flowers well. Where did you learn it?”

He shrugged as he went to the roses and began pulling enough out to make the bouquet. Setting them in the gather basket he used, “I enjoy reading about such things. My mother’s name was Lily, so I named the shop with her in mind. My mother’s family had a habit of naming their daughter’s after flowers.”

Brown eyes watched the thin male as he plucked the baby's breath to accompany the roses. “Lily is a lovely name. Whereabouts are you from?”

“England.” Refusing to give any further hints. “Will you be taking them with you now or picking them up later?”

“Now if you don’t mind.” 

Harry nodded, “A moment while I go to the back to make these.” He began walking to the back when he felt the man following him, “Employees only.”

Tony grinned again and leaned against the door, “I am just curious. I like to watch.”

Green eyes rolled as he walked to a clean table and began prepping the flowers. He bet the asshole liked to watch. Why did such a rich creep have to come into his shop. Despite the audience he was quick and thorough in his work. Trimming, arranging and finding a nice ribbon to go with each before displaying them in a nice glass vase. He smiled at them and then lifted them up to take them to the front, walking past Tony with a blatant act of ignoring him, “Here you are. That will be 112.67.”

Tony looked at him and leaned on the counter and set a handful of hundreds down, “Keep the change sweetheart.” Giving him a wink as he lifted one of the vases up. 

Harry twitched but took the money before pointing to the second vase, “Don’t forget the second one buttercup.”

Tony glanced at it before waving his free hand, “Keep it. I think you and I will be seeing each other more often.” Smiling at the nickname, thinking nothing more than it being a new pet name, yeah.. He still had it.

Green eyes watched  him leave and groaned, at least the man didn’t realise that buttercups symbolised people who cared more about their looks. The perfect flower for a peacock of a man. He only hoped the guy never came back. His eyes looked at the bouquet and smiled softly, “I can buy my own flowers, buttercup.”

Section Two:

Harry snarled as he shut the blinds of his flower shop, these stupid people were at his door again, sneaking pictures and demanding to ask him questions. All because Tony Stark had been seen in the shop and some paparazzi had caught them ‘flirting’. He finished closing up the blinds and strolled into his office pulling out that morning's newspaper. 

TONY STARK PLAYBOY STRIKES AGAIN, WHO IS THIS NEW LOVE INTEREST?

Three days ago Tony Stark was seen entering the flower shop, Lovely Lily, owned by the young Harry Potter. The two were seen talking to each other and dare I say it flirting! Stark purchased not one but two large bouquets and was seen leaning closer to the shop owner! Upon leaving he gave the second bouquet to the shop owner! This reporter is curious on why a married man is giving flowers to someone else! 

Tony Stark has been dating Miss Pepper Potts for a year now and though he has always been known as a playboy, this is the first person we have seen him with since his marriage. This author tried to look up information about this mysterious Harry Potter only to find out he is from England! He has no real history and as far as this author can tell, he is a normal person. Perhaps he seduced our playboy? This reporter is not sure but I do know we will be keeping a close eye on this new possible love triangle!

Rita Skeeter.

He growled and balled up the paper throwing it in the trash, he only got newspapers for the flowers as they were helpful around the shop and it was better than getting custom papers because he was recycling. The article had thrown him for a loop and he had never been one to enjoy the spotlife. If people knew certain things about him in the past then he would never be able to escape the dark history that plagued him. 

He took a few deep breaths and grabbed the tea sitting on the desk. Taking a sip he flopped down in the chair and closed his eyes glancing at his phone near him. Sixteen missed calls and messages. He didn’t want to answer them. He knew some were from Hermione and Ron. Knowing them they would already know about the article despite them being on their honeymoon. He could do this, he had to do this. Now he had to find out what to do with the paparazzi outside his shop. 

Section Three:

Tony pushed himself away from his workbench. He had been down there for a good few hours, just staring at the specs for the new Stark phone. 

“I would advise a break and some food, sir.” JARVIS stated, knowing it was futile. 

“I am fine J. Though I want you to do a scan for me. I need a break and this guy has been bugging me. Harry Potter. Pull up anything you can find. Security check him as if he was Pep.” He says, as he stands up. Walking away from his desk to the kitchen down there, he groans, stretching out his back. He was still against admitting he was not as young as he used to be. Hearing a beep and the sound of tyres beside him, he absentmindedly holds out his hand, patting DUM-ME before pouring himself another cup of coffee from the cold cafetiere on the side. 

“Is there a problem J, you are being rather quiet?” Tony said, as he went back to work. 

“Not at all, sir. It’s just... quite an extensive file with some interesting gaps.”

“I hate to say this J, but I am confused.”

There was a small pause. “Honestly, so am I.”

JARVIS pulled up the specs of the file so Tony could see, and began reading it out. “As you can see sir, Harry James Potter, born July 31, 1980, parents unknown. He lived with his Maternal Aunt and her husband and child. A Mrs. Petunia Dursley, husband Vernon Dursley and their son Dudley until he was eighteen. However, gaps during school years are present. There are forms saying he was enrolled in Saint Brutus’s Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys where he was meant to go for education, but he never turned up. Instead he lived on the streets, apparently. 

According to his bank, his estimated net worth is 15 billion dollars, though there is no record of where this money came from.”

Tony spluttered, spitting out the sip of coffee he just had in shock. 

“15!! Fifteen billion? You’re saying this florist has more money than I do?”

“Indeed, sir. By current estimates, your net worth stands at approximately 12.4 billion dollars.”

Tony let out a low whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned. And here I thought I was the richest genius playboy philanthropist around. What else can you tell me about him?”

“As you can see sir, not much. Mr. Potter is known for his close friendships with Hermione Granger and the Weasley family in England. He has a godson named Edward “Teddy” Lupin and has moved to America three years ago with some other friends that have no files.”

“I can’t believe this. The guy I am crushing on is wealthier than me, but so much of a recluse he has no files. What the fuck?”

After a few seconds of silence, JARVIS spoke up again. “Sir, I may have found something.” 

A video pulled up in front of Tony. It was grainy, and obviously a few years old, but it showed what looked like a young Harry walking in front of a bus in the middle of London late at night. The scene then changed and showed an even younger Harry with more friends abseiling down a building using bed linen. 

“JARVIS?” Tony questioned, confused.

“I do not know myself. It appears to be an adrenaline thing, however I do not know why. It seems you have found someone apart of an undercover organisation or something sir. I would advise caution. It just does not add up in my systems, nor does the money. However, given his new profession, and his excitement to talk about flowers the other day, I fear he may have had a change of heart.” 

“Seems my interest has peaked even more. We have a rich, hot, sexy, mysterious florist in town.” Turning around, he reopens the semantics for the Starkphone. “J, buy the most expensive flower. I think I need to pay Harry another visit.”

“There is one more thing on file sir.” J prompted before he let his boss go back to work. 

“Hmm?” Tony hummed as he grabbed the small screwdriver. 

Knowing this was the perfect time, JARVIS let a little bit of humour into his voice. “From his endeavours at local pubs, Harry is bi and does not mind multiple partners.”

Tony froze. Images flooding his mind of him, Tony and Pepper, together. Innocent and not. After a few seconds, J cleared his throat and Tony jumped. 

“I am on it.” He quickly replied, thinking someone was behind him, he quickly focussed on the task. Whispering out his mouth, he says in reply “you are an evil man J.”

“I am what you made me Sir.”

Tony snorts before losing himself in work once again. But in the back of his mind there is a running mantra of Harry, Harry, Green eyes, bubble but, Harry.

Section Four:

Two days later, Tony opened his eyes and smiled. Morning had come. Today was the day. The Juliet Rose he had ordered to one up everyone arrived yesterday. The beautiful white rose was already in bloom, and the interesting flower was certainly captivating. He hoped this magnificent rose would help capture his green eyes attention. It had been a little bit, and he was still no closer to making his crush something more, although he was glad Pepper knew and allowed him his fun. Imagine how bad he would be otherwise! Ha!

Tony knew it was coming, the rush of endorphins from spoiling his beloved ones. Don’t get him wrong, he was surprised at how quickly Harry James Potter became a beloved one, however, he knew he would do his best to not let him go now. The chase is fun, but the capturing, especially with someone that fits well and is not as in charge, like Ms. Potts, was always a thrill. 

The thing that still confused Tony though, and kept him locked in, was the project. Project Light - Looking Into Gang History and Truth. Tony chose this because he subtly alludes to his intention of uncovering the reasons behind Harry's supposed gang involvement without being too direct. Additionally, the word "LIGHT" symbolises shedding light on the hidden aspects of Harry's past and Harry, Tony hoped, was going to be joining Pepper as the light of his world. 

This was why he wanted to spoil him. Tony knows the best way to get people to spill secrets is to spoil them, and the best way to see how good his friends really are, is to spoil them. So it has always been a win win. Plus, billionaire, philanthropist. Of course he likes giving gifts to people, I mean, who wouldn’t like seeing their friends' faces light up in shock and joy over their gifts. 

Tony glanced over to the flower pot again, breathing in deeply, he stood up. He was on a mission now and he needed all his strength. It was time to pull out The Tony Stark's big guns. 

“Happy” he called out. 

“Boss?” 

“Bring a car around, and then carry this flower down for me. I will change and be right out. I need to go pay a certain cutie a visit.”  He said, before closing down the call and heading to his closet. Opening the door he walks in, he needs to choose the correct suit for the job to be completed correctly. The problem is… he does not know which suit will do the job. 

The grey one with the tight jacket that shows off his biceps, the blue one that makes his but look especially good, the black one that sits a little tight around his package or the red one that shows off his italian heritage and makes his eyes pop. All had been used in the past for similar situations, but none had ever needed to work quite so much. Apart from Pepper, there had never been anyone quite like Harry. 

“J, is Pep free?”

“Yes she is Mr. Stark.” 

“Give her a ring for me?” Tony responded. Hearing the call go through, he waited a second. 

“Tony?” 

“Pepper, my darling!”

“What do you need help with Tones? I don't have long.”

“Straight to the point like always, Miss Potts, you wound me?”

“You have suffered worse.”

“That is a blatant lie!” Tony exclaims. 

There is silence, Tony can feel Pepper judging him down the line and breaks quickly. 

“Okay, maybe there is some truth. I need help deciding what suit to wear.”

“What for? Your calender is clear.” Pepper questions suspiciously. 

“I may be going to see my, and hopefully your, new friend.” He responds joyfully. 

“Tony…”

“Please. You do not want to see me beg Peps. and I promise, we are just friends” 

“Fine. That is true, I don’t want to see you beg. Just do not get hurt and don’t make me regret this. Do the dark green one from last season.” 

“Oh you scandalous minx! That is perfect!”

“I know. Now hurry, I want you home for dinner at 7pm sharp. I am coming round to hear about your new crush. If they are replacing me, I need to vet them.” 

Tony paused, and said in a quiet, but truthful voice. “No one can replace you Pep. You mean the world to me.”

“Don’t do this now Tones. Go see your friend, and I will see you at 7.” 

“Of course m’lady. I do mean it though. But I will see you then for our dinner date.”

The line goes dead, just as Tony pulls out the suit from the closet. Tony wishes things would always be perfect, Pepper gives him everything and he couldn't wish for more. But then Harry came along... He has a lot of love to go around, and he knows it. He just wished his two loves would realise. Although he does know that won't happen if they don't meet. 

Walking back to the bedroom, Tony changed. Pepper was bang on with this idea. Due to it being last season, and his increase in going to the gym over the last year, the suit no longer fits quite right. It was form fitting to begin with, but now it clings to his body and muscles, making sure eyes are drawn to it. The added benefit of the green, which makes his eyes pop, just makes the suit the absolute ideal one to see Harry. 

10 minutes later, he slides into the car behind Happy, knowing he would always be safe when his friend is behind the wheel. He owed Happy a lot, but he also knew he was never going to have to pay, Happy was a good friend like that. As soon as his belt was plugged in, the car started and his laptop pinged with emails. 

“No rest for the wicked.” He mumbled, pulling out his phone. 

“Boss?” Happy interrupted him a while later. “We have arrived.” 

“You lifesaver. Thank you Hap. I will give you a ring when I am heading back.”

“Before half six remember.” 

“I remember.” 

Tony picks up the gift back, holding the most expensive, and probably the only, potted flower he has ever brought, and closes the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the flower shop behind him, and braced himself. 

“It is just Harry, nothing to be worried about.” He thought to himself. Letting out a sigh, he walked forward. “I can do this”.  

Ding! Went the bell, to signify someone had arrived. Harry groaned as he opened his eyes. He had been lying with his head on the counter, hoping to get a bit of shut eye. 

“Hi, and welcome to my humble abode. What can I do for you today?” Tony heard his crushes voice say. 

“Hey Har, how are you? It is not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you!” 

Squinting, Harry questioned him. “You are not in need of flowers today then Tony? Your partner doesn’t need them.” 

“Nope! And no partner at the moment Harry. Instead I will bring a gift.” 

“What?” 

“Here!” He thrusted the bag to Harry, waiting eagerly for him to take it, and hoping he had taken notice of the suit, even if he hadn’t and wouldn’t say anything. 

Walking towards Tony, Harry hesitantly takes the bag being offered to him. “Are you sure?” He questions once more. Receiving an enthusiastic head nod in return, he placed the bag on the counter and slowly undid the bow keeping it closed. Seeing what was inside, he gasped. 

“Tony, I.. I can’t.. I can’t accept this Tony.” 

“You can and technically, you already have.” 

“Tony, I.. Thank you.” He says, as he swiftly grabbed the other man and pulled him in for a tight hug. “I have been looking for one of these forever! How did you manage to get one?”

“I have my ways.” Tony cryptically replied. 

“Just, thank you. Thank you so much.” Pausing, he pulled back quickly. “Let me  get my wallet.” 

“Wait what?” 

“I need to pay you back.”

“It is a gift.” 

“Tony, I can’t thank you enough. But I can buy myself flowers, especially when they cost as much as this rose does!” 

“No. no sir-ee. I will not accept. It is a gift, I want you to have it. It symbolises our relationship.” 

“But.” Harry starts, Tony interrupts him though by putting his finger on his lip. 

“No buts, other than your rear okay? It is a gift for you. And whilst you can buy your own flowers, as you are independent, you deserve to be spoilt.” 

Harry’s eyes water slightly. Breathing in, he pulled back from tony’s finger, and spoke with reverence and disbelief. 

“Thank you, I do not know what to say.” 

“You don’t need to say anything. Just let me keep you company.” 

So that is what happened. 

Section Five:

Harry sighed as he stared at the latest order. It was a delivery to Stark Tower. It was the last place he wanted to go at the moment. Yes he had come to enjoy Tony’s visits. Part of him loved the arrogant comedic air the other had. Yes the man was full of himself but there was something much deeper than that. Something that drew Harry in. But the fact that Tony had admitted to liking someone else as well threw him for a bit of a loop. Did this woman even know about his existence? How was he supposed to handle this?

Part of him wished he hadn’t fallen for that smile and humour. His hands worked on automatic as he went about the tasks of getting the order ready. It was for not one but twelve centrepieces for some benefit party. Tony had now become a regular at his shop over the past few months and though he enjoyed the business, working at the whims of a megalomaniac was a bit overwhelming at times. 

He smiled through and finished the last centrepiece before loading them all into his truck. Humming softly as he went about his work. He knew the journalists were still hanging around but they didn’t attack him at every turn anymore which was a blissful relief in the end. Once everything was in the truck he locked it up and headed inside to remove the apron and work gloves. Tucking his hat on the hook and making sure everything was prepped before flipping his sign to close and locking up.

Getting in the truck and driving all the way across town until he was showing his ID at the Stark Tower security and being shown on through to where the party was being held. He parked in front of the event area and began unloading all the centrepieces following the direction of a frazzled woman with red hair pulled up into a serious bun. Her tablet bounced with each step she took. Clearly a woman who took charge. He smiled softly and followed the orders, setting them each on the tables that were already decked out to the nines he felt like. 

He finished up the last one when a soft throat clearing called his attention and he turned to see the same woman standing there with the tablet on her hip, “Your Harry Potter right? Owner of Lovely Lily?”

Green eyes blinked and he blushed, “Yes, please call me Harry.”

She smiled warmly, “I’m Pepper Potts, please call me Pepper.”

His eyes widened, “Pepper, oh. Listen, about Tony…”

She shook her head and waved off  his coming apology, “You do not need to apologise for his behaviour. I have always known he has a large heart. I mostly just wanted to finally meet the other person in his heart.”

Harry flushed and nodded, “He seems to have the ability to draw us all in while simultaneously driving us all insane.”

She laughed, “Oh without a doubt. I see you understand him very well.”

He shrugged and the two walked about the venue peacefully. 

Section Six:

Tony opened his eyes slightly as he felt the sofa dip beside him. A week had passed, but so far no progress had been made.

“Hi Miss. Potts.” he whispered.

“Hi Mr Stark.” Pepper whispered back. 

“You are back late tonight? Are you okay? Have you eaten?” 

“I am, yes and yes. I want to sleep now, and will be using your bed if you are out here, but I will explain more tomorrow.” 

Pulling her close for a hug, Tony concurred. He allowed himself a moment to just hold her, relaxing back into a sleep-like state, before he laid down so he could drift off once more. Just before he fell asleep, a hand stroked his hair, allowing him to relax fully.

The next morning, Tony was found by Pepper in front of the hob trying to cook omlettes again.  

“Morning. You are up early?” 

“Pepper. My darling, lovely to see you. There is coffee on the side and breakfast is nearly done and you have secrets to spill!”

Taking a second to process hyper tony at 8 in the morning, Pepper trudged to the coffee pot. 

“Secrets?”

“Yes! Like where were you last night?”

Laughing slightly, Pepper pulled out the plates and cutlery. Replying as she took them over to Tony for dishing up. “This is sounding like an interrogation.” 

“Good, because it is one. You were back incredibly late, and smelled really good. I wanna knowwww.” he whines as he slid the omelettes, that were actually okay for ones, onto the plates. 

Smiling softly, Pepper gave in. “Okay, if you must know, I went to visit someone.” 

“That late at night?” 

“We lost track of time.” 

“... this sounds like a date.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

“Who did you go see?”

“Tony!” Pepper exclaimed as she lifted food to her mouth. 

“Okay, I am sorry. I am just curious and want you to be safe.” 

Softening slightly, Pepper reaches for Tony’s hand that was resting on the table. 

“I promise I am okay. I went to see Harry.” 

Tony froze. 

His life crashed. 

You could hear the sound of falling boxes and breaking hearts all around him. 

“What?” he croaked. 

“Yeah, you have been talking about this cute brit for so long, I thought it was time the two of us met. He is really such a sweet darling.” 

“What?” Tony repeated.

Looking up at the male, Pepper paused. “Are you okay?”

“You met harry?” 

“I did.” 

“And it went well?”

“It did.” 

“And you like him?”

“I do…” Pepper responded, getting more confused. 

“Oh my god. I have to go to the shop.” Tony quickly spoke, before jumping up. Plans were forming. If they both liked each other… could it be possible? Could he really share his heart with both of his loves? 

Section Seven:

Harry giggled, his eyes scrunching up. Pepper stared, her heart feeling full at the cuteness in front of her whilst Tony grinned proudly, he loved making his lovers laugh. 

“You didn’t!” Harry exclaims. 

“He did.” Pepper said. “He walked right into that meeting, looked Arnold right in the eye and told him ‘You know, your sexist remarks are so outdated, they belong in a museum next to relics from the Stone Age. Maybe spend less time mansplaining and more time catching up with the 21st century’ then he looked at David, and fired him by saying ‘Well, if incompetence was an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist by now. Maybe you can finally find a place where being completely useless is a job requirement.’ It was the best meeting I have had in a while and Tony wasn’t even meant to be at it!” 

Harry roared with laughter. As he calmed down, he reached across and placed his hand on Tony’s. “You.. you are.. You are a good man, Tones.” He said in between giggles. 

In the silence that endured, the three stared at each other. The cozy Italian restaurant in the heart of New York City buzzed with soft chatter and the clinking of cutlery was experiencing a new event tonight, and after this evening, the three knew their relationship would never be the same. 

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, clearing his throat he tried to act suave again, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "So, Harry, do you want to tell me what happened with the chess championship when you were 11? Impressive."

"Yeah, it was quite an experience. But I had a lot of help from my friends and coaches." He glanced at the red-headed woman next to Tony, his demeanour relaxed. "I mean, we always have help, right?" 

“Do not undersell yourself Harry. They were not there at the moment with you.”

“Excuse me.” The waiter interrupts, before handing them their food. 

Once HArry took a bite of his meal, he groaned in appreciation. “This is delicious!” He declared, not noticing the darkening eyes of his two companions. Pepper and Tony glanced at each, each knowing instinctively what the other was saying. At Peppers’ small nod, tony kicked off one of his shoes. 

HArry jumped. He could have sworn something just touched his leg. But how could it. Confused, he paused while eating… There! Again, it felt like… like a foot. Snapping his head up he saw Tony’s smirk and Pepper’s naughty smile. 

“Guys, c’mon. Not here.” sighing they nodded. Though Tony didn’t move his foot away, just lower. Still confused, Harry tilted his head until a second later when Pepper joined. Giggling he questioned, “footsie?” Hsi response was a foot knocking against his. 

A short while later, 3 desserts arrived, and the staff in the restaurant saw the three sharing with each other, Pepper taking her time eating off Tony’s fork, Harry staring at them both whilst licking his lips. Obviously they were having fun. 

As the evening went on, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared stories. Under the table, feet brushed and hands held, a simple reminder of the connections that made life rich and meaningful. The trio enjoyed their dinner, each grateful for the bonds they had formed and the support they found in one another. It was a testament to how far they had come, individually and together, and how their relationships had deepened over time despite the rocky starts between them all. Fun, love and joy, as always with this trio. 

At the end of the meal, once paid, the three left the restaurant, heading into the crowd they could see in the street. They knew this would be it. The paparazzi were outside, waiting like vultures circling their next meal. Opening the door, noise immediately hit their ears. 

“Tony, Tony, over here!” 

“Miss Potts! May I have a word?”

“Tony what do you think about-”

“The dress is -”

However, when Harry stepped out behind Pepper and Tony, and took Tony’s hands, silence followed. The kind of silence where you could hear a pin drop. Harry breathed. Silence remained.

 One brave young reporter took a breath, stepped forward and spoke up. 

“Dr. Stark, Peter Parker for the daily Bugle. If you wish to, please can you explain who your friend is and what we are seeing?”

Huh. Tony thought, respect from a reporter, and a young one at that. Weird. 

“Of course! "This is my sexy girlfriend, Virginia Pepper Potts," he kisses Pepper, "and our darling boyfriend, Lord Harry James Potter." He then turns and kisses Harry. Cameras flash as pepper then leans around Tony to kiss Harry too. “Now, if you excuse us. We are heading home.” 

“No more comments please.” Pepper said, before the three walked towards their car and left. 

The next day, Pepper asked JARVIS to show the news from where the three were lying, tangled together, in bed. 

PLAYBOY TONY STARK HAS SETTLED DOWN WITH TWO LOVERS

This reporter caught a most wonderful sight this past evening. Tony Stark, known for Stark Industries and all; that goes with it, was seen last night with not one but two dates! This reporter was rather taken aback by the actions of these three individuals. In my last article, this reporter made an accusation that the mysterious Harry Potter was after our local hero!

This reporter is regretful for calling out one Harry Potter and hopes that he will forgive this reporter. Last night Tony Stark publicly stated that he and Miss Pepper Potts have not only gone official in their relationship but are adding their lover into the mix as well! It was also stated that young Mr. Harry Potter is not a mister at all but a Lord! This reporter took many hours to find him, Lord Harry James Potter an Earl! 

A lovelier throuple could not be found. This reporter wishes them luck in their future endeavours. Perhaps we will see many things come from our new heart throb sensation. I certainly know my female readers will be quite envious of Miss Pepper Potts but I for one simply wish her luck.

Rita Skeeter

All three smiled, they had announced their relationship, it seemed to be taken well, and now, they could buy each other flowers.