Theo’s heart stopped for a moment. Harry surely couldn’t be that worked up. Instead of showing his internal panic, Theo rolled his eyes. "I swear you could give Draco a run for his galleons with the dramatic flair, Potter. Relax. They are going to be fine. This is several years  of pent up frustration coming to a head. Worst-case scenario, they get in a good shag in my rose garden. I’ll be stuck redecorating the whole thing, on Draco’s charge, of course. Then, with the way they work, we wait another decade for a wedding invite."