Their relationship wasn't stable, it wasn't normal, and they didn't care. They cared so little in fact, that every time someone commented on it they ended up making up in a hot [And sweet] triangle thing.
With the twins occasionally pausing to give their brother a reassuring smile or kiss, a small touch was enough. And at times it was for Draco too, but he didn't have the luxury of growing up with his lovers, of living his whole life with them, of being confident enough in their love for him.
It hurt, knowing that they knew each other so much more then they knew him, then he knew them. He tried to be like them, tried to know what they meant, but he just couldn't.
"Why did you decide that I was worth it?" He questioned suddenly, startling his lovers which had previously been cuddling with him in the middle.
"Well-" Fred. "-or sweet lover, we decided-" George. "-That you would be perfect because-" Fred again. "-you complete us." George. Draco had at least gotten used to their shifting while talking, understanding that it was a part of them and not trying to stop nor disapprove of it.
"Bu-" "We just knew." Both. And it had such passion, such love and devotion that for the moment –Draco forgot about his insecurities and instead attacked his lover with a kiss, one hand already fumbling to palm his crouch. (George's, his was thicker and Fred's was longer.)
"Hey! How come he's the only one getting rewarded?" With a laugh Draco was pulled into Fred's lap, grinning up at the mischievous and twinkling eyes as he wriggled purposely down with his ass.
It was a good day, or at least it was now.