"You've really been wearing these the whole time?" Pansy asks on Monday morning. She looks Draco up and down, disdain in her eye. Of course, she's hardly one to talk because she is also wearing a ghost gnome outfit. They all are.

"How long has it been since you've done magic?" Draco asks. Pansy's eyes scrunch up and Draco can only imagine the face she's making behind her mask.

"They're not that bad," Longbottom says gamely. "If we're working with plants, I'd want to be wearing something similar anyway." Draco just nods at him, unsure of what to say. Pansy's in charge today, or at least she will be once she stops making faces at their personal protective equipment.

"Right," she says after a moment of adjusting the sleeves of her suit. "Longbottom and Abbott, you two will tackle the greenhouse." Longbottom nods. Draco thinks he can see excitement in Longbottom's eyes and he wishes he felt that much enthusiasm for anything work related.

"Do you need any help?" Weasley asks.

"Ron," Harry says sternly. "You're supposed to be doing paperwork."

"But it's boring." Weasley complains.

"It's your job."

"Do I still have to wear the suit?" he asks.

"Yes," says Percy. "We all do. For safety." Draco wasn't strictly sure they did but they'd decided to err on the side of caution. "I'm going to be wearing it up in my room, and I'm not even close to where any of the magic will be happening." With that, he turns and starts to make his way up the stairs. Weasley mutters something under his breath that sounds a bit like 'stick in the mud', but could be ruder, Draco can't quite tell.

"I wouldn't say we need help with the plants," Longbottom says. "But if there's anyone who wants to join us, I won't turn them away. From what I can see from the door, it looks like the greenhouse has a most spectacular venomous tentaculas. They're always a treat to work with." Draco is grateful for his mask as he can't help but twist his mouth in amusement at the shade of green Harry turns at that statement.

"Pansy and I are going to tackle the dining room," Draco says. "Right Pans?" She nods.

"You three," and here she points at Harry, Viktor and Wood, "can help out wherever you like."

"I will help with the dining room," Viktor says.

"Same," says Harry.

"I think I'll help out in the greenhouse, if that's alright, Nev," Wood says. Longbottom's eyes crinkle in an obvious grin.

"Wonderful," he says.

"Are you sure I can't—" Weasley starts to ask.

"—Ron, go do your paperwork. You can help out when you're done for the day. And don't try to BS me on what you need to get done or I'll owl Robards."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." The two of them stare daggers at each other for a moment before Weasley frowns and stalks off in the direction of the library.

"Right then," Pansy says, clapping her hands together. "Let's get cracking."

…

"You really don't want this china?" Pansy asks for what must be the fifth time that morning.

"Really," Harry says.

"Oh, just send it to the Manor," Draco says. "That way if he decides later he wants it, we can return it."

"I won't—" Harry starts to say.

"—Just let her send it there. You never know."

"But."

"Darling."

"I thought we were undecided on that nickname."

"Sorry, it slipped out."

"I don't hate it."

"You could cut this sexual tension with a knife," Viktor says. He's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking far more sexy than anyone in a ghost gnome costume has any right to look.

"Uh," says Harry.

"They know," Draco says.

"They do?"

"Were you in a different game of Never Have I Ever?"

"Also I caught Draco coming out of your room yesterday," Pansy says. She's twirling her wand around in her hand in the effortless way Draco wishes he could do but has never been able to master.

"That was an early morning meeting," Harry says.

"Harry," Viktor says, turning his intense gaze onto Draco's boyfriend. "We know about the dating. Also, we are not stupid. We are not like Ronald."

"He's not stupid," Harry protests. "He just—"

"—has the emotional range of a teaspoon," Pansy cuts him off. "We've heard."

"And seen," Viktor adds. "Nice tattoo though."

"It is, isn't it?" Pansy turns to Viktor and they start a nauseating conversation about Ronald Weasley's physical attributes that is so horrifying that Draco has to cover his ears with his hands and start singing,

"La la la la la," so as not to hear them.

"Really?" Harry asks. "You'd sleep with him?" Draco's not sure who the question is directed at, but both Pansy and Viktor look at each other for a moment before both lifting a shoulder in a shrug. And now Draco wants to claw his eyes out and obliviate himself as well. "Both of you? At the same time?"

"What are your thoughts on threesomes?" Viktor asks.

"I'm open to the idea," Pansy says. "Particularly if you're involved." She crosses the distance between them and squeezes Viktor's bicep.

"What am I listening to?" Draco asks, but everyone ignores him. "What is even going on?"

"It might have to wait until the weekend," Harry says. "It is a school night."

"We will see," Viktor says.

"Can we get back to the china?" Draco asks. Pansy waves her wand lazily and the china flies out of the cabinet and stacks itself neatly on the table.

"Winky," Viktor says, not taking his eyes off of Pansy. There's a crack and the house elf appears.

"Yes?"

"Can you please take these plates to Malfoy Manor?"

"Of course." Winky bows low and starts picking up stacks of plates and apparating away. She reappears every few seconds to pick up a new stack and before Draco can even think to warn his mother about the incoming plates, the entire set is gone.

"So tonight then?" Pansy asks.

"Maybe," Viktor says. "If Harry has nice enough wine at dinner—"

"—Which I will," Harry interjects.

"All his wine is nice," Draco says. He's not sure why he's so defensive of Harry's wine. Oh Merlin, he's going full Slytherin loyalty on Harry. Well, it was bound to happen. He's decently sure he's in love with the man.

And oh shit. Is he? Is he in love with Harry? Because he had felt himself falling even before they'd kissed. And now? Now Draco would probably kill for him, though he doubts that Harry would ever ask him to. But now he's realized this, it's going to be so hard to keep the words 'I love you' inside his mouth. He's fucked. Oh, Merlin, he's fucked.

"Draco?" Pansy asks. "Are you okay? You've been staring at the wall with a blank expression on your face for the past few minutes."

"I've been horrifyingly imagining your threesome," Draco says quickly.

"Oh. I was hoping you were trying to figure out what to do with the wallpaper."

"Vanish it." This is Harry. Pansy looks at him for a long moment before she does just that. The wall beneath the wallpaper is a plain, off white plaster. Draco suspects that it was once white, but time, and the wallpaper glue, has turned it a dull almost beige.

"China cabinet?"

"Vanish it."

"Potter, you could sell some of this," Pansy says. "And make a decent amount of money."

"I don't care. I don't want it."

"May I sell it for you?"

"Fine."

…

"Now then," Pansy says, once they've sorted out the rest of the furniture in the room, and by sorted out, Draco means Pansy has sent the remaining furniture to her storage unit near their office. "Here's my vision for the table." She places a large piece of parchment down on said table and they crowd around it.

"We can do that?" Harry asks.

"Of course we can. We're wizards."

"Right, of course."

"You came up with this?" Viktor asks.

"Well Draco certainly didn't."

"Oi. I am right here."

"Before we start," Pansy says, ignoring Draco's protests. "Harry." Harry turns his attention to her. "Do you like it?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

"Alright then. Let's do it."

…

Three hours and more epoxy than Draco has seen in a long time later, the table is done. They'd invited Weasley in for the 'destruction' phase of the table makeover and he had predictably delighted in gouging large slashes out of the table. He'd done lots of yelling about 'fuck the purebloods', to which no one had wanted to point out that Weaslebee himself was pureblood. Then they'd sent him back to the library while Pansy instructed them on the careful pouring and setting of the epoxy.

The end result was a table of roughly the same size as the original, but shot through with slashes of clear resin, set in with various things that Harry had decided to add at Pansy's insistence. There were snippets of the letters from his dad to Regulus, some mirror shards that Harry had refused to talk about but which added a nice sparkle, a Potter Stinks badge, some twigs that Harry said had come from his first broomstick, and much more. Draco doesn't say anything about it, but these personal touches almost speak to not selling the house.

"What do you think?" Pansy asks, as they stand to the side and admire the table.

"It's brilliant," Harry says, his voice all breathy with excitement. "Thank you, Pansy."

"We can order some nicer chairs to go with it, rather than these monstrosities."

"They're not that bad," Harry says.

"Every pureblood family in Britain has these chairs," Draco says.

"Burn them," comes Weasley's voice from the hallway. A flash of irritation goes through Draco.

"You're a pureblood," he snaps, turning around to face Weasley.

"We don't have those chairs," he sneers.

"Do you want them?" Harry asks.

"What?" Clearly Weasley hadn't expected this turn in the conversation.

"Would you like them?"

"Uh. Are they comfortable?"

"No," Pansy and Draco say in unison. Neither of them point out that the entire group had eaten dinner up here the other evening and used the chairs in question.

"Can we make them comfortable?" Harry asks. "And maybe cool like the table?" Pansy frowns.

"I've not tried it with chairs before," she says.

"Might as well experiment on these then. If the alternative is to get rid of them," Harry says. He pulls one out and sits down on it. "Ooh, you're right. Not comfortable at all."

"We ate here last night," Draco says.

"I was distracted," Harry says, grinning at him. Pansy coughs and looks pointedly at Weasley who is now looking at Harry with narrowed eyes. "By talking to you, Ron." Weasley's eyes return to normal.

"Right," he says quickly. "'Course." He stands awkwardly in the doorway, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"What are you doing here, Ron?" Harry asks.

"I've, er, finished my work for the day. And also it's lunchtime."

…

"This is probably a stupid question," Harry says to Draco later that afternoon. "But do you know Teddy Lupin?"

"You're right," Draco says. "That is a stupid question. Of course I know my cousin. Why?"

"His birthday's coming up and he's my godson, so I need to send him a present, and I, uh, wondered if you wanted to send one with me?" Draco raises his eyebrows and pulls out his phone. He looks quickly at the phone and confirms that it is, indeed, the eighteenth of April. He's been in this house for a full month now. He almost can't believe it.

"As a couple?" he asks. This feels sudden. They haven't been dating for all that long.

"No," Harry says quickly. "Forget I mentioned it."

"What were you planning to get him?" Draco asks, reaching out to grab Harry's arm as he starts to move away. Harry turns back to him and shrugs.

"What does one get a seven year old?"

"When I was that age, I had a stuffed dragon that breathed charmed, rainbow fire when you squeezed it. What about you?"

"I had spiders." Draco laughs for a moment before realizing that Harry is being serious and stop quickly. Instead, he stares at him. "And that one toy solder, I guess." Harry shrugs again, clearly uncomfortable, so Draco looks away. He waits a beat and then says,

"Should we see if Jenkins' and Chester's has something similar to Twinkles?"

"Twinkles?" Oh bollocks. Draco hadn't meant to let that slip. He purses his lips for a moment before nodding once.

"That was his name. On account of the sparkles." The look of delight on Harry's face is something that Draco would have been worried about in school, but now it warms his heart.

"Do you still have him?" Draco's eyes go wide and he struggles to come up with something distracting before he can reveal that Twinkles is upstairs in the cabinet next to his bed.

"No?" he tries to say, but his voice comes out squeaky and unconvincing.

"You do, don't you. Is he here?" Draco shakes his head quickly. Too quickly, apparently, because Harry's eyes gleam in triumph. "Where is he? Did you put him in a cupboard?" Harry starts to take the stairs two at a time and Draco slumps his shoulders but follows him, resigned to his fate.

It's not so bad, Draco decides as he hands Twinkles over, because it makes Harry happy. Indeed, the look of pure joy on his boyfriend's face when he squeezes the little stuffed dragon and Twinkles "breathes" out his rainbow fire, is worth anything. It's even worth Weasley coming into the room and laughing at him.

"Yes," Harry says, once the irritating redhead has left again. "Let's get him one of these." So they do. They get Teddy an entire menagerie of magical stuffed toys because both of them are intent on spoiling him. And then Draco tries not to dwell on how right it feels to be giving a joint gift to Harry's godson.