"So you and Potter, huh?" Pansy asks. Draco almost drops the end of the sofa he is holding. After they had all gotten out of the pool and changed into dry clothes, Pansy had conscripted both him and Krum to help rearrange the sitting room. But instead of dropping the sofa, he just stops walking and stares at Pansy. Was it only this morning that he'd asked her to keep quiet about it? "Oh, relax." Pansy waves a hand at him. "Krum figured it out."

"This is true," Krum says. "Also, please. Call me Viktor."

"Viktor figured it out," Pansy says. "Because he's not just a hot collection of muscles."

"It is true," Viktor agrees. "I got top marks in the Bulgarian equivalent of N.E.W.T.s."

"You as a person are just supremely unfair," Draco says as he starts moving his side of the sofa again. "Attractive and clever." Viktor flashes him a grin which lets Draco know that he knows exactly how attractive he is. And yet, it doesn't come off as arrogant. Supremely unfair.

"We are not talking about me. We are talking about you and Harry."

"Yes," Pansy says. "Just over there please." They comply with her directions and place the sofa near the window. It's still in a good position to watch the television, which Draco had said was a must, but it's also in a place where it doesn't close off half of the room. At least according to Pansy. Draco doesn't want to admit that it is a better layout than what he and Harry had put together, but it is.

"Fine," Draco says once he's lowered his end of the sofa down. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Pansy says.

"Be more specific."

"When?" Viktor asks.

"When what?"

"Draco." There's a warning tone in Pansy's voice. He's not sure how she's convinced Viktor to help her gang up on him, but she certainly has.

"When did I move in? I've been here since the start of quarantine. Mother came down with the Ar-Too virus the same day as the Minister, so I wasn't allowed to go home. Harry let me stay."

"And then you fell in lurve," Pansy teases. They appear to be done with moving furniture because she flops down on the couch.

"And then we slowly learned to live with each other," Draco corrects her.

"But you have slept together," Viktor prompts.

"Uh. Yes."

"When did that happen?" Pansy asks.

"Last night." It's not a lie, per se. They did sleep together last night.

"That was the first time?" Pansy arches an eyebrow at him. She knows that's not the first time. He told her this morning. Why she's insisting he share it with Viktor, Draco doesn't know. Perhaps she's using Draco as an excuse to get close to Viktor. Draco can hardly blame her for that. He sighs and sits down on the floor next to Pansy. Almost automatically, she reaches out and starts playing with his hair. Viktor watches them for a moment before walking to the other end of the couch. He lifts Pansy's feet up and sits down, dropping her legs into his lap.

"No," Draco says. "It wasn't."

"Do tell."

"Why do you care?" Draco whines.

"Darling, this is a love story that's been waiting to happen for years. Just neither of you knew it."

"After all," Viktor says. "You made those Potter Stinks badges."

"Ah, yes," Pansy says, glancing over at Viktor. "His bouquet of affection."

"It was not," Draco protests, even though he's all but told Harry it was. But he'd told him that as a joke. Because it was a joke. Right?

"A very public display," Viktor says.

"Fuck off, both of you."

"A week after you arrived? Two?" Viktor presses.

"Tuesday. It was Tuesday."

"You lasted that long? Just the two of you?" Pansy asks and Draco would glare at her, but she's playing with his hair and it feels so nice.

"We had fourteen years of resentment to get past."

"You had fourteen years of pent up sexual tension." Draco turns his head and stares at Pansy. "Ok, maybe not right when you met because you were eleven. But from fourteen onwards. So eleven years then."

"We clearly had to work through the three years where it was just resentment," Draco deadpans.

"He is good in bed though," Viktor says. "Yes?"

"Stop reminding me you've slept with him too."

"I am up for a threesome."

"Viktor."

"What? I am." He at least as the decency of giving Draco a sheepish grin.

"I'm decently sure we're exclusive."

"You asked him out?" Pansy all but squeals. Draco thumps his head against her thigh. "I'm going to take that as a yes." She reaches down and gives him an awkward partial hug. "Good for you, darling."

"So that is a no on the threesome?" Viktor asks.

"It's a no."

"Shame. You are both fit."

…

Draco's phone buzzes that night at dinner. He frowns. The only people he's on any sort of texting terms with are sitting at this table. But he pulls out his phone and looks at it.

I miss you, the text from Boy Wonder reads. Draco flicks his eyes over to Harry briefly, but he's in conversation with Longbottom and not looking at him.

They're eating in the formal dining room this evening because Pansy wanted to 'get a feel for it' before coming up with design ideas.

You're a fucking meter and a half away. How can you miss me? he texts back. Then he turns to Pansy, who smirks at him, but gamely talks to him about her ideas to repurpose the dining table.

"It would be a waste to get rid of such a nice specimen," she says. "I know it has all the connotations of pureblood history and all that, but it's still a nice slab of wood."

"We could take the legs off," Draco suggests. "And replace them with repurposed pipes or some sort of metal?"

"And of course the wallpaper has to go. It's hideous."

"Agreed."

"Do you think Potter wants to keep the china?"

"Ask him yourself." Pansy twists her lips to the side but turns her head in Harry's direction just as Draco's phone buzzes again.

I wanna hold your hand. Draco's not sure what to say to that but he makes a mental note to tease Potter for being such a romantic. He shoots back a text of I wanna hold your dick as Pansy says loudly,

"Oi, Potter. D'you want to keep the china?" Harry frowns and Pansy jerks her thumb towards the china cabinet behind her.

"No."

"Can we smash it?" Weasley asks hopefully. He's sitting next to his brother, as physically far away from Draco as it's possible to get.

"I think we could be better off selling it," Pansy says. "Draco, do you think your mum would buy it?"

"She can have it," Harry says. "I'll just give it to her."

"But Harry," Weasley protests, drawing out the syllables in Harry's name in a long whine. "We could smash them."

"Or get money for them," Pansy points out.

"Ron, that's needlessly violent and Pansy, I don't need the money." Draco tries very hard not to be offended that it's taken Harry far less time to start using Pansy's first name than it ever took him to use Draco's. But he and Harry are together now, so it seems silly to get upset. And yet… But then his phone buzzes again, even though he hasn't seen Harry pull out his phone. That can be arranged it says and it's all Draco can do not to laugh.

…

Draco's just pulling back the covers to his bed when his bedroom door opens itself of its own accord. At first Draco thinks it must be the house. Hadn't Harry said that sometimes a certain door didn't open on Tuesdays? It would stand to reason then that his door might start opening itself. But then the door closes and Harry appears. Of course, the more rational option: his boyfriend has come to see him using the invisibility cloak to keep their relationship a secret.

"Hi," Draco whispers. Harry crosses the room in three strides and pulls Draco into his arms.

"I didn't realize it was going to be so hard."

"What was?"

"Being away from you."

"We've been in the same room for most of the day," Draco says.

"Yes, but I haven't been able to touch you." Draco smiles at Harry, then leans in and captures his lips with his own. When he pulls back he says,

"I've wanted to do that all day." Things progress quite quickly from there and soon they're both naked in Draco's bed.

"We can make this work though, right?" Harry asks, reaching out a lazy hand and grasping Draco's newly formed erection.

"Of course we can," Draco says because he's not about to disagree while Harry is getting him off. That, and he actually thinks they can. "I thought I was the one who said they wanted to do this."

"Oh, sorry. I'll stop."

"No, no," Draco says quickly. "I'll just also—" He fumbles for the right word before giving up and just reaching out. Words just get in the way.