Draco finds Harry pacing the length of his room. Harry looks up when he walks in, and all the doubt and worry Draco had just been feeling melts away.
"What happened?" Harry asks. "I told Ron about us and he marched straight out of the room." There's a furrow between Harry's eyebrows and Draco walks across the room, eager to smooth it away.
"He asked me what my intentions were with you," Draco says. He reaches up and cups Harry's face in one hand, stroking Harry's cheek with his thumb.
"Your intentions?"
"Yeah, I said I wanted to make you come in every room of the house."
"You didn't."
"You're right, I didn't. But I said I wanted you to be happy." Harry's face breaks into a smile. "Of course, if that would make you happy, I will make it happen." Harry laughs and then leans forward and presses their lips together. "We can start here if you like." Draco lowers his hand from Harry's face and instead reaches around to place it on his arse.
"We're expected at dinner," Harry whispers.
"Is that a challenge?"
"No!" Harry protests, but Draco's already working on Harry's belt buckle.
"I should have done this on our picnic," he says, tugging Harry's trousers and boxers down to his knees in one motion.
"What?"
"You would have had a better view," Draco says as he sinks to his knees in front of Harry who's already half hard. He buries his face in the nest of curls surrounding Harry's cock, while he reaches around with his hands to firmly grip Harry's arse.
"Draco," Harry says and Draco looks up. "This view is lovely." Draco sticks his tongue out impishly before turning his full attention to Harry's rapidly hardening cock. He noses along the shaft for a moment before pulling back and wrapping his lips around the tip. Harry gives a needy whine above him as Draco sucks him down deeper. He pulls back for a moment and spits into his hand, which he then wraps around Harry's length while he swirls his tongue around the tip. Then he pumps his hand, while he takes the head into his mouth.
A few minutes later, Draco feels Harry's knees buckle slightly as he spills himself into Draco's mouth. Draco does his best to keep Harry upright as he comes, and afterwards, Harry stumbles back until his legs hit the side of his bed. He collapses back onto the mattress. Draco wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, before standing up and going to sit next to him.
"That— Thank you," Harry says. He looks so utterly blissed out that Draco mentally congratulates himself.
"So, you mentioned dinner?" Harry snorts before pushing himself back to a sitting position.
"You're terrible."
"Oh, you love me," Draco says. Harry turns his face to him and very seriously says,
"I do." Draco feels his cheeks flush. He takes a deep breath. He can do it. He can say it back.
"I—" But he's interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Oi, stop snogging and come eat," Weasley says from the other side. Harry bolts up right and tugs his trousers up, buttoning them as he strides across the room. Draco tries not to feel too disappointed as he follows Harry out and down the stairs.
…
"So," Harry says to the collected group once they're settled at the dinner table. "I just wanted to let everyone know that Draco and I are dating." Pansy and Viktor don't bother to look up from their food, though Draco almost wishes they had because it's clear now that they already knew.
"Oh," Hannah says. Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she looks between the two of them. "That's nice." Neville follows her lead and nods vigorously though he doesn't say anything as he's just stuffed a potato into his mouth.
"Congratulations?" Oliver hazards, even as Percy rolls his eyes beside him. And that's that. Draco almost feels as though it should have been harder.
…
It's a lot easier once everyone knows they're together. Draco doesn't have to come up with reasons to be on Harry's Monopoly team, or excuses as to why he has to sit next to Harry while they watch Doctor Who. He's not sure anyone had quite believed his story of needing Harry to explain things to him, as they all had needed things explained to them. Instead he can now take Harry's hand whenever he likes, or stare at him from across the room without worrying that someone is going to get suspicious.
They no longer bother with the invisititbilty cloak at night either. It's assumed that they will sleep in one or the other's rooms, and the rest of the house just avoids their floor entirely after everyone has gone to bed, which is good because Harry has entirely given up on being quiet.
And still Draco can't find a time to tell Harry he loves him. He tries, he honestly does, but the words stick in his throat. He can say them when he's staring at his reflection in the mirror while he practices what to say. He can say them to Pansy when she asks him in private how their relationship is going. But he can't say them to the person who matters the most. It makes him want to scream.
In this manner, two weeks pass.
Harry tells Pansy the story of how Draco had said he could keep himself fed on carrots during quarantine, much to Draco's dismay. Pansy, of course, had thought carrots were a euphemism for the first half of the story which has the rest of the dinner table in hysterics when she relays the tale to them. She takes it upon her self to order Draco a custom tee-shirt that reads "I love carrots" in neon lettering above a cartoonish rendition of a carrot which arrives midway through May. She's delighted when Draco actually deigns to wear it for an evening.
"It is a good look," Viktor tells him, which Draco doesn't believe for a second. "Pansy, maybe you can get me one for my birthday?"
"Of course, darling," she says. "When is it?" And that's how they learn that Viktor's birthday is the following day.
…
Pansy corners Draco on her way downstairs the next morning. She not so much corners him as pushes him bodily against a wall, but it gets his attention either way.
"You're going to help me plan a party for Viktor today," she hisses into his ear.
"Alright," he says. "No need for the theatrics. I would have helped either way." Pansy steps back, releasing him. She shrugs.
"But that was more fun," she says and tosses her hair at him. He bites back a grin and follows her down to the kitchen. There, she busies herself pouring each of them a cup of tea.
"What did you have in mind?" he asks as she sits down next to him. She doesn't answer for a moment while she stirs milk and sugar into her tea, and then takes a cautious sip. She's further interrupted by the arrival of Harry, who stumbles down the last few stairs, rubbing one eye behind his glasses.
"'Morning," he says to the rest of them, lifting one hand in a wave. He receives a chorus of greetings in return and makes his way over to Draco. He leans down and places a kiss on the top of Draco's head before he wanders off to make his coffee. Once he's seated, Pansy clears her throat.
"Attention all members of this household," she says. "Your presence is required on the rooftop at five o'clock this evening for the celebration of Viktor's birthday. Which also means that the rooftop is off limits to everyone for the rest of the day while Draco and I set it up." She levels a glare at every person at the table individually, turning her head in slow increments as she goes from one to the next. Viktor grins back at her.
"Am I allowed to help?" Harry asks. Pansy snaps her head around to face him. "As it's my house and all?" She softens her look.
"Of course, Harry."
"How 'bout me?" Weasley asks.
"Ron," Harry says. "You have work to do."
"But he's my boyfriend," Weasley grumbles. Draco perks up, interested. So far, none of the three of them have defined their relationship in any manner.
"Yes, darling, and he's my boyfriend too," Pansy says. "So since you have work to do, I shall make sure it's suitably special." Weasley crosses his arms and sinks down into his chair. Viktor, who is sitting next to him, puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Plus," Viktor says. "You know the saying: too many beaters on the pitch." Weasley relents at this, turning his head to kiss Viktor's hand. There's a loud clatter as Percy puts his mug of tea down hard on the table.
"Hang on. You're dating?" he asks. "All of you? How? I thought it was just—" He points between the three of them, his brow furrowed as he appears to run out of words.
"I asked them out for my birthday," Viktor says. "And they said yes." He lifts one shoulder in a shrug.
"Right," Percy says, turning a bit pink around the ears. "No need to say more." He adjusts his glasses and looks down at his tea. Beside him, Oliver shifts. Draco wonders if they're ever going to tell the rest of the group about their relationship. Going by Percy's reticence to go public, he doubts it.
"I haven't told mum yet," Weasley says.
"I'm not sure if she'd be scandalized or proud," Percy muses. "She was right judgmental about Fleur and Bill."
"That's different."
"How?" Percy asks.
"She thought Fleur was shallow."
"And she'll think differently of Viktor because…?" Percy lets his question tail off as he looks expectantly at Weasley. Weasley's eyes go wide.
"Oh, bollocks."
"Ronald," Viktor says, squeezing Weasley's shoulder with the hand that's still resting there. "I like you for more than your body."
"Yes, darling. Of the two of us, I'm the shallow one," Pansy says, winking at him. "I only like you for your cock." Percy spits out the mouthful of tea he's just taken.
"It is breakfast time," Draco says emphatically, turning his head to glare at Pansy. "At least wait to say these things until we've properly woken up."
"Sorry," she says not sounding at all sorry. "I'll wait to tell you more about it while we're decorating." Draco says nothing, only groans and thumps his head down on the table.
…
"I was thinking the party would be quidditch themed," Pansy says once it's just the three of them on the roof.
"In what way?"
"We'll all wear quidditch jerseys and the cake will be decorated like a quidditch pitch."
"Is this your way of saying you're going to be wearing Viktor's Ballycastle jersey and little else?"
"Of course not."
"It is," Draco confides to Harry.
"Can I wear your quidditch warm up shirt?" Harry asks.
"What? Why? You have your own."
"But yours has your name on it," Harry says, looking up at Draco through his eyelashes. Draco reaches out a hand and brushes a stray strand of hair off of Harry's forehead.
"Oh Merlin, you two," Pansy says. "Get a room." She turns her back on them in order to move one of Neville's potted plants. Harry takes the opportunity to pull Draco flush against himself and kiss him. "Seriously. Get a room." Draco pulls away.
"We can be adults," he says. "Harry, behave." He slaps Harry's hands away and Harry grins. Pansy bustles back over to them.
"So we'll have fairy lights here," Pansy points. "And we'll set up a long dining table here." She points again. "Draco, I'm thinking the bar table will be over there. Can I trust you to be in charge of drinks?" He nods and continues to nod as he listens to her natter on with plans. He's only slightly distracted by Harry putting a hand in his back pocket. Draco leans into him and Harry gives his arse a squeeze.
"You're not helping," Draco whispers.
"Is this not helpful?" Harry whispers back, squeezing again.
"Not in the slightest."
"Pity. I was enjoying myself."
"Right," Pansy says. "I'm going to get the table. Please still be wearing clothes when I get back."
"No promises," Harry calls after her. The last thing they see as she disappears into the house is her middle finger raised at them.
"Behave yourself, Potter," Draco says, turning to face his boyfriend. He's about to say more, but Harry otherwise occupies his lips.