Even though they left the wedding party early, and they got back to their cabin before anyone else, Harry and Draco didn't get much sleep last night. They spent hours kissing and touching - the conversation they had had earlier that night, where they had agreed to be just friends, seemingly already forgotten about.

The atmosphere feels different this morning though, and Harry quietly lies in bed as he waits for Draco to return from the bathroom. Last night's conversation, and the objections as to why nothing can happen between them more clear again as Draco steps into the room, still wearing those ridiculous green and red Christmas boxers.

Harry had seen Draco's bump underneath his sweater, and even in his suit yesterday he could see the shape - the curve of his changing body. Last night he had been too shocked that Draco wasn't wearing any pyjamas to truly look at him. But as he is standing there right now, with nothing to hide behind, Harry can truly see his bump for the first time. It makes things so much more real, and for a moment all he can do is stare at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Draco asks, wrapping his arms over his chest self-consciously.

Harry can't explain what he is feeling - this warmth inside of him, and this fondness both for him and the baby. This overwhelming emotion to see Draco so naked and vulnerable - so beautiful.

"It's the boxers," he lies. "They are ridiculous."

"I know," Draco laughs, immediately relaxing when he realises that Harry was only staring at him for what he was wearing - even if it wasn't entirely true. "Scorp gave them to me last year as a prank gift. They were too big, but now…" He places a hand on his bump, and the small, parental gesture makes Harry's heart skip a beat. "It's ridiculous, but it's comfortable."

"It suits you," Harry teases, as Draco climbs back into bed with him.

"It does not!" Draco laughs. "I'd like to think I have better style than this, thank you."

Harry can't help but smile, because the ridiculous purple coat really isn't any more stylish than these boxers. But he likes Draco's quirky style, and to be fair, he does love the green wool coat he had picked out for him.

Last night is still lingering in the air, and when Harry reaches out to grab Draco's hand, he can see the doubt on his face.

"Do you want to forget about what we did last night? We could pretend to have said goodnight and went to sleep?"

"I think we are a little old to deal with things like that, don't you?" Draco smiles, looking down at their hands.

Harry wishes things had changed, but he can sense Draco's doubt - he knows that there is too much going on in his life for him to start anything with anyone right now. So he brings his hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss to his knuckles.

"Friends?" He suggests, and from Draco's smile he can tell how relieved he is that they won't have to go through last night's conversation all over again.

"Friends."

Harry is starving and he can't wait to head over to the main building, but when he's already halfway out the door, he notices that Draco isn't following him. He turns around, only to find him sitting on the bed, looking ever so slightly uncomfortable.

"Don't you want breakfast?"

"I do, but I figured it would be best if I wait a few minutes," he explains, "So we don't arrive together… so people won't know that we spent the night together?"

Harry can't help but smile to himself, because after Scorpius had caught him sneaking out of the cabin yesterday morning, and James and Teddy caught them together last night, he's pretty sure that everyone must know already, as he doubts they actually kept their mouth shut about what they saw. But he appreciates Draco's consideration, even if the whole waiting five minutes to come in after him makes him feel like they are teenagers again who have to sneak around.

"I don't care if they know, Draco," Harry assures him, but Draco still doesn't move. "I don't care what…"

"Your children still think you are married to Ginny," Draco interrupts. "So I care, and so should you."

"Of course I care, I just meant…" Harry sighs, because he's not sure what he meant anymore. Draco is right, he should care about what people will think - what they will say. Because as long as he and Ginny haven't spoken to their children - as long as they haven't told them the truth about the divorce - then whatever is going on between him and Draco can hurt them.

"I'll see you later, Harry."

Harry leaves the cabin, still not sure how to feel about what just happened. Because possibly, it was the last moment they got to share before they all go back home, and this was not how he wanted to say goodbye to him. He knew that there would be no romance and no kiss, as this was real life and not a movie, but he was hoping to still share a moment with him - at least something that would be memorable and that would reassure him that they will see each other again after today.

When he arrives at the restaurant, most of the Weasleys have already had their breakfast - including Ginny. Ron and Hermione are still there though, and they quickly wave him over to join them.

"Where's Draco?" Ron asks, resulting in his wife hitting him in the arm. "Ouch! What?"

"Sorry, Harry. We overheard James and Teddy talking this morning…," Hermione sighs, clearly uncomfortable to have found out about this from them instead of Harry himself.

"I can't believe you're sleeping with Malfoy," Ron laughs, far more relaxed about this than Harry thought he would be, considering he still hasn't been told about the divorce. Unless he was right, and he and Ginny have been so bad at pretending, that everyone has figured out the truth by now. With their constant arguing, and their inability at pretending to still be in love, he honestly wouldn't be surprised.

"I'm not sleeping with Malfoy."

"That's not what Teddy said."

"Well, Teddy was wrong," Harry says, but his voice is shaking. Sure, they didn't have sex, but they might as well have. He's not going to tell his friends that though, is he? "We're just friends."

"Since when?" Ron scoffs, but when Hermione glares at him - clearly trying for them to be supportive instead of judgmental - he quickly adds, "But it's… I mean… He's nice?"

Harry can't help but laugh at his terrible attempt at trying to be supportive, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

"Whatever makes you happy."