CHAPTER SEVEN

After talking to Harry, Draco walked to Sirius and Remus' door. He raised his left hand to knock before lowering it and walking calmly back to his dorm. Luckily, Harry was standing right outside. He grabbed Draco's shoulder and walked him back to Sirius and Remus. Harry knocked for them, still holding Draco's shoulder, and only let go when he heard Sirius unlocking it. It was a bit of a surprise when he felt Draco grab his wrist and pull him into the room as well.

Harry froze, completely out of place in his shirt and jeans while the others were in some of their nicer robes, but Draco still hadn't let him go. He tried to subtly tug his arm away and then tried peeling off Draco's fingers, but the boy held fast.

'Stay.'

'But, Draco, this is a date.'

'Just…Just please, alright, Potter?'

'Fine but let go. You have greetings to bestow.'

Harry finally got his arm back and chanced a glance at his Godfathers. They were staring at the two boys, frowning at Harry. He shrugged and took a step back, being as unobtrusive as possible. It was Sirius who recovered first. He stepped up to Draco and took his hand, raising it to his lips.

'Welcome to our home, Draco.'

Remus stepped up and did the same.

'We're so happy to have you here.'

Draco blushed and smiled.

'It's lovely to be here.'

Harry smiled at the picture the three made and edged toward the door, keen to make his escape. Draco whipped around and pinned him with his gaze. Harry rolled his eyes but stepped away from the exit.

'Harry are you-'

'He's staying,' said Draco, interrupting Remus.

'I thought this was meant to be a-'

'It is, but…but Harry's going to stay with me, us, he's staying.'

The two men nodded slowly, still frowning at Harry. He shrugged again and nodded at Draco. They turned to their guest instead. Standing on either side of Draco, Remus and Sirius offered their elbows. He took them and allowed himself to be led to the dining room. Remus conjured another chair for Harry and when he sat, a further place setting appeared. Their glasses filled as they exchanged pleasantries and when Sirius said 'entree', food filled their plates.

Harry barely noticed what he ate, except that it was delicious, he was too busy watching his Godfathers woo Draco. There could be no other description, for all that the boy had tried to instigate the relationship, Draco was most definitely the one being seduced. Sirius brushed his fingers across Draco's palm and bumped their knees under the table while Remus laid Draco's napkin across his lap and wiped a spot of sauce from the corner of his mouth. Draco smiled beatifically at each touch and even went so far as to press his foot into the arch of each man. Harry had noticed when he'd dropped his fork and dived under the table to grab it.

When they moved back to the living room for a nightcap, Sirius took Draco's hand in his while Remus pressed a palm to the small of his back. Draco glanced behind at Harry and threw him a small smile before Sirius caught his attention again. The three sat close on the sofa, Draco settled between them, while Harry took the armchair. Almost like they'd practiced, Sirius dropped an arm onto Draco's shoulders while Remus laid a hand on Draco's knee. Harry smiled when he saw Sirius' fingers toying with Remus' hair.

They talked and drank and talked some more until he and Draco had to leave. Harry said a quick good bye before turning to leave, but Draco snagged his shirt so he stayed. Sirius moved first, stepping up to Draco and placing a hand on the boy's waist. The other hand snuck up to cup Draco's cheek while Sirius leaned in and pressed their lips together. It was brief and as soon as Sirius pulled back, Remus was there. He held Draco's face in both hands and pressed another sweet kiss to the boy's lips.

'We're so glad you came, Draco,' said Sirius.

'We hope you'll come again,' said Remus.

'And maybe leave Harry at home.'

Draco flushed and nodded before almost running out the door, dragging Harry behind him. Draco didn't speak on the walk to his common room, but Harry was happy to wait. It wasn't until they were at the door that he looked at Harry's face.

'I'm sorry, I don't know what-'

'It's fine.'

'But you had to sit through-'

'You all looked like you enjoyed yourself.'

'I did.'

'Will you go back?'

'If they ask.'

'They will. Will you be able to go alone next time?'

'…I think so.'

Harry grinned at Draco and Draco grinned back. They moved awkwardly forward, as though to hug before they both pulled back. Draco stuck out his hand and Harry gripped it in his.

'You still have to fulfil your side of the bargain, though.'

'I will,' said Draco. 'As soon as Severus gets back.'

'Thanks.'

They nodded at each other and Harry turned away to make the trek back to Gryffindor tower. As he walked, he thought about what had happened. He was glad that the dinner had gone well, he loved to see his Godfathers happy and Draco was turning out better than expected. The only problem had been how easy it had been to imagine himself in the same sort of domesticity. It was easy to conjure the image of a chair beside his, a pale hand on his knee, a low voice in his ear. It was easy to feel the arm around his waist, leading him into the next room. They would have taken the chair, Harry curled on a warm lap, settled on strong thighs. He could imagine the warm palm on his stomach, his neck. He could feel the press of thin lips on his and almost hear the invitation for a repeat. Harry sighed and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He staggered into his dorm and crawled between his sheets, musty from lack of use.