The days of quarantine pass in a blur of more cleaning, interspersed with long make out sessions with one or the other of them pressed up against various pieces of furniture. Miraculously, the new sitting room furniture comes in early, along with that for the solarium, and Harry and Draco spend most of Friday in gnome outfits, levitating the new pieces up the stairs and vanishing or storing the old furniture in the storage room.

"Pansy's going to have me rearrange all of this," Draco says as he sets one of the new couches down near the windows. "I can just tell." Harry cocks his head to the side and looks at Draco. "She's got a better eye for space."

"Is this why you two are a team?"

"That and she was the only person who'd been willing to go into business with me." Harry doesn't say anything at that, merely nods and Draco busies himself with getting another chair. There are still these moments of awkwardness between them, when mentions of the past come up. Draco had tried apologizing to Harry the way that he had with Longbottom on Wednesday night, but Harry had waved away all his words and instead dragged him into the pool room where they'd spent several hours exploring each other's bodies in the warm water.

"Pansy might want to rearrange it," Harry says as Draco enters the room again. "But I think it looks great. I really love the furniture you picked out." Draco has to admit, he's pretty pleased with it himself. He's excited for everyone to spend time in the room now, more than he had been before.

"Are we going to have to get the others caught up on Doctor Who?" Draco asks. He likes that it's been their Saturday tradition, that and Monopoly. Of course, they'll have to play Monopoly in teams as nine is more than is recommended for playing. Harry might win a game for once, if he's playing with Draco.

"Oh," Harry says. "I hadn't thought."

"Have you thought about anything, Potter?"

"Head empty," Harry says. "Only thoughts of you."

"How romantic."

"Oh. No. Just of your dick." Draco turns to glare at him. "And your arse."

"Charming," Draco says and he's almost sure that Harry is smirking at him behind his mask. It's something in the crinkle of his eyes. He wants nothing more than to go over and kiss the smirk off of his face, but they're still working, so he doesn't.

"I've been thinking," Harry says.

"A dangerous thing for you to do," Draco quips.

"I had been going to say that I had been thinking it might be nice if you were on top for once, but now you've insulted me, I've changed my mind."

"Alas," Draco says. "My life is ruined. And it's all my own fault." Harry shakes his head.

"On the contrary," he says. "I'm the one that's sad."

"Then why'd you rescind the offer?"

"Spite."

"Merlin, you really would have made a good Slytherin."

"Wasn't ambitious enough," Harry says. He reaches up with one hand and scratches at the back of his head. He looks so uncomfortable that Draco lets it drop.

"One last chair," he says and leaves the room again. Once he's brought it in and set it up with the others, he lets his wand drop while he admires the room.

There's more furniture now than there was when he got here but it fits the room better, opening it up rather than making it feel cluttered. There's a seating area of four chairs near the far window surrounding a round coffee table. The main part of the room has another pair of chairs along with two couches arranged in an L shape. Along the brick wall where the tapestry once hung, there are metal bookcases which bookend the new television stand. The television looks awfully small on the stand, so Draco's already plotting to buy a bigger one. It will be better for watching all the action on Doctor Who, after all.

In the corner opposite the door is the new wet bar, though Draco's going to have to bother Pansy to do a better cooling spell on the freezer part of the bar. The top of the bar is filled with various types of glassware, arranged by function. Below that is the countertop with a small sink set into it. Draco had been glad the first floor had already had a bathroom on it as it made snaking the water pipes through to the sink much easier than he'd anticipated. The cabinets below the counter are split in two. One is filled with the alcohol from the "small pantry" in the kitchen, made to fit using an undetectable extension charm, and the other is the cold cabinet, the top part of which is the freezer section. Draco's immensely proud of it. It's made their five o'clock cocktails much easier to put together, even if they still have to bring ice upstairs each night.

"Ugh," Harry says, pulling off his mask. "I'm so tired of these."

"Mm," Draco says. "I am too." He strides across the room to where Harry is leaning against the back of one of the sofas. There are lines on his face where his mask has dug in. "Darling, you have mask face." He pulls off his own mask and kisses him, relishing in the fact that he can still do this out in the open for one more day. Harry pulls away after a moment.

"Darling?" he asks, one eyebrow raised.

"No?"

"Undecided." Harry kisses him again. "But you know what we should do?"

"What?"

"Christen the new sofas." Harry spreads his arms wide, indicating the furniture. Draco puts on what he hopes is a stern face.

"Potter, they're brand new. We should not violate them by getting naked," he says.

"No!" Harry protests. "I meant by sitting on them. With drinks. It's Friday night." Harry nudges him in the ribs, a smirk on his face.

"Oh, right. That makes much more sense." Draco flushes red. He clearly needs to get his mind out of the gutter.

"But we can get naked later, promise."

"Just not on the sofas."

…

"Why did you take this job?" Harry asks later that night. He's floating on his back in the pool room, surrounded by large turquoise bubbles that smell of lilacs. Draco's standing against the edge of the pool, nursing his glass of wine.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you stay? That first day?"

"My mother got sick."

"I mean before that. You came in and sat down and started asking questions, even though it was me who opened the door."

"I'm not the brat you knew in school."

"Clearly."

"I'm a professional. I'd signed a contract, so I was going to fulfill my obligations unless you fired me."

"Oh," Harry sounds oddly put out about this. Draco wonders if he's said the wrong thing, so he adds,

"That and I was curious about you." At this, Harry shifts in the water until he's standing.

"Sorry, what?"

"I hadn't seen you in years," Draco says with a shrug. "I wanted to know if you were the same prick I knew in school. That, and you were fit."

"Interesting," Harry says. He's standing in front of Draco now and as Draco watches, he reaches out and starts to trace circles in the drops of water on Draco's shoulder. "Did you ever think this might happen?"

"No," Draco says truthfully.

"Did you want it to?" Harry looks up at him through his eyelashes and Draco's stomach turns over pleasantly.

"Did you?" he retorts as opposed to answering.

"I can't say I wasn't curious about you." Harry's fingers drift down the side of Draco's arm and he takes a step closer to him. "Curious to see what you were like."

"So you're saying you hired me on purpose?"

"No," Harry says, shaking his head. "I honestly didn't know it was you, but when I opened the door to find you standing there, I was intrigued." He leans in and presses his lips to the place where Draco's neck meets his shoulders. "I've always been intrigued by you," he adds softly. Draco feels his knees give out and he's glad he's leaning against the side of the pool.

"Oh yeah?" he asks.

"Sixth year," Harry says. "I'm not sure I thought about much else. I was obsessed with what you were up to."

"With good reason," Draco says, disappointment flooding him.

"But it was more than that," Harry says. He presses up against Draco now, pressing their hips together. "I was worried about you."

"What?"

"You always looked so pale and tired that year."

"Charming."

"I told you, I was worried about you. I noticed those things."

"Which is why you followed me around?"

"Something like that."

"You were very annoying," Draco says. His mind drifts back to that frantic year. He's not sure he'd slept much, and he'd been paranoid — oh so paranoid — and worried that someone would get in the way of what he was trying to do. When all he wanted to do was protect his mother… He takes a deep breath and pushes the thoughts down. "You made what I had to do much more difficult." He gives a humorless laugh. "Like it wasn't already an impossible task."

"Poor Draco," Harry croons, pressing up against him in a way that makes Draco forget about everything but the man in front of him. His… boyfriend? Despite it having been three days since he'd asked Harry out, it still doesn't feel real. Even though he keeps falling asleep in and waking up in Harry's bed.

"Yes," Draco says. "Poor me. I think I need comforting."

"Oh do you?" Harry asks, pulling back and arching an eyebrow. Draco nods. "Get on the side of the pool then."

"What?"

"Sit on the edge." Draco frowns but does as he's told, boosting himself up on his arms and settling his butt on the side of the pool, his legs bracketing Harry. Harry's intentions become clear quite quickly as he pulls down the swim suit Draco had insisted on wearing and buries his face in Draco's lap.

Oh.

Ohhh.