By the time Harry woke from his nap and came downstairs, the sandbox had been turned back into a dinner table, the room was filled with a mob of Weasleys—Bill, Fleur, and their small daughter Victoire, Ron and Hermione, Percy and Audrey, George, Ginny, and Charlie, all as promised—Molly was levitating in a tureen of something that smelled delicious, and someone small was hurtling toward Harry at breakneck speeds.

"HARRY!" Teddy screamed, launching himself at Harry's knees.

"TEDDY!" Harry yelled back, lifting him up in the air. Teddy squealed with delight, his blue hair rapidly turning black. Harry grinned at him. "Nice trick, Ted."

"He's getting a bit big to be lifted, isn't he?" Andromeda said, standing up to peck Harry on the cheek. "Looking more like Remus and Dora every day."

Harry nodded and gave Teddy an extra squeeze; it was only in the past couple years that he could begin to think of Professor Lupin, Tonks, Fred, and the others without feeling an overwhelming sense of loss. "He really does look like them, doesn't he? Though I'm rather liking this black hair." He gave the newly darkened curls a tug, and Teddy laughed.

"I'm not too big for Harry to lift," Teddy protested to his grandmother. "He's an Auror. He's strong."

Harry laughed and set Teddy down to hug Andromeda. "It's good to see you," he told her. "I'm so glad you and Teddy could come this year."

"We wouldn't have missed it," she said fondly. "Dora always spoke so fondly of the family, and of course Teddy's delighted to spend time with you. By the way, did Molly tell you that we invited-oh Molly, let me help you with that dish. We'll talk later, Harry."

"Come on, Harry, sit by me," Teddy said, leading Harry to the table. "Over here, by Victoire."

"No, Harry,'s sitting by me, " George said, budging Teddy out of his chair.

"Very funny, George" Teddy said, sticking out his tongue. "You can't fool me. I'm six and that's my seat."

"Popular man, Harry is," Charlie said, sliding into a seat across the table. "Didn't realize there was a sign up sheet."

Harry grinned at him. "Don't worry, I'll sit by you later, Charlie."

"I'll hold you to it," Charlie said, sliding his foot over Harry's under the table.

Everything was perfect, Harry thought as he helped Teddy push George out of his chair. He let Molly load up his plate with more food that he'd eaten in the past week, and breathed out a contented sigh of relief.

"No way!" Ron burst out thirty minutes later, once they'd cleared their plates and were leaning back comfortably in their chairs. "Absolutely not fair! Charlie and Harry cannot be on the same team for Quidditch, and Ginny, I mean, really, you're a professional Quidditch player, you ought to just referee, or something-"

"Sorry Ron, Harry and I already called it," said Ginny, winking at Harry. "We'll play tomorrow after breakfast. Three on three."

"Charlie and Harry both play Seeker, it doesn't even make sense- "

"Ron, you can be on my team," Teddy said earnestly. Harry caught Andromeda's eye and hid a smile behind his wine glass. "I have my own broom now."

"Thank you, Teddy," Ron said, raising his glass in a mock toast. "At least someone recognizes my talent—"

"All right, all right, we can trade," said Harry. "You take Charlie-sorry, Charlie-and me and Ginny'll take—Ron?" But Ron had stopped listening and was staring at the kitchen door, his mouth slightly agape.

When Harry turned to see what the fuss was about, he nearly dropped his glass of wine on the floor. He blinked twice, just to be sure he wasn't seeing things.

Draco Malfoy was standing in the Weasley kitchen, glancing around the room as though he wasn't quite sure where to look. He stood stiffly, carrying an overnight bag, his coat draped carefully over his arm. He'd spotted Harry at the same time that Harry spotted his, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Draco!" Teddy yelped, scraping his chair back to get at Malfoy, his hair changing from jet black to white blonde in the time it took for him to rush across the room. So Draco and Teddy did know each other, Harry thought with a frown.

"Hi, Ted," Malfoy said quietly. He ruffled Teddy's hair, a gesture that looked oddly warm coming from Malfoy, but his eyes lingered on Harry. He at least had the decency to look as shocked as Harry felt.

"Draco, darling," Andromeda said, standing to greet him. "Come in, dear. We're just finishing up dinner."

"I got off work early," Draco said, glancing around the table, his face rather pink. Harry had never seen him look so embarrassed."Sorry, I should have—I didn't realize you'd have such a full house tonight, or that I'd be interrupting your dinner."

'Nonsense," said Molly, smiling broadly. "When Andromeda said she'd invited you, I said, the more the merrier, didn't I? I know you children had your differences in school, but times have changed, haven't they? And I was just telling Harry that you'd be rooming with him, wasn't I, Harry?"

This time, Harry did drop his wine glass on the floor. He barely noticed Hermione ducking down to Vanish it.

" What ?" he said in alarm. "No, Mrs. Weasley. You didn't. You definitely didn't."

"Oh, I'm sure I did," Molly said pleasantly. "It's no trouble, Draco, dear, really-"

"No," Harry said again, but nobody was listening.

"Harry can show you to your room-"

"Oh, no." Malfoy shook his head, his face looking rather pinched. "Listen, you know, I don't need to stay. I can Apparate back to my place, it's fine-"

"Good idea," said Harry. "Really for the best. It's a small room—" Malfoy was nodding; at least they could agree on something , Harry thought bleakly. He looked helplessly at Ron, whose mouth was open, looking from Harry to Malfoy in horror. The other Weasleys, too, were silent; Harry wondered if anyone knew that Malfoy was going to show up.

"No!" Teddy burst out. "No! I want you to stay! We're playing Quidditch tomorrow. You can stay with Harry, Draco. Harry doesn't care, do you, Harry?"

"I, er-"

"Really, Draco, do stay." Molly looked sternly at Harry. "Teddy's right. Harry doesn't mind a bit."

Malfoy looked around the room at the rest of them, carefully avoiding Harry's gaze. "Fine," he said finally. "I'll stay."

"Excellent," said Molly, beaming at them all. "Harry will show you upstairs."

Harry cast one more helpless look around the table; Hermione looked sympathetically at him, Ron stared, George looked furious, and Charlie simply shrugged-and then Molly was handing Harry Malfoy's coat, and he was assaulted by the fresh pine smell of Malfoy's cologne.

His sheets at home still smelled like that, Harry thought suddenly. They had since Wednesday night. He felt his face flush.

"Well, come on, then," he said at last, and led Malfoy out of the room.

Harry rounded on Malfoy the moment they reached the staircase.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed, shoving Malfoy's coat back at him.

"Manners, Potter," said Malfoy, but he didn't look much happier than Harry felt. "Andromeda invited me. You know, seeing as she's my aunt. What are you doing here? This isn't even your family!"

"I always spend Christmas here! I have for years!" Harry said hotly."Teddy's my godson!"

"Well how was I supposed to know you'd be here? You broke up with G-You know what, whatever, Potter. And I didn't know I'd be sharing a room when I agreed to come here. Least of all not with you."

"Well what did you expect?" Harry retorted. "We don't all live in fucking manor houses where everyone gets their own wing-"

"I don't live there anymore," Malfoy interrupted. "Which you obviously know, seeing as you've been to my flat."

"Oh shut up " Harry muttered. "Keep it to yourself, will you?" He yanked open the door to the little bedroom, and gestured to the empty twin bed.

"There. That's yours."

"Oh," said Malfoy. Harry waited for him to comment on the size or plainness of the room, but the complaints didn't come. "All right, then," Malfoy said, and put his case down on the bed. He looked up at Harry. "This is absurd, you know."

"What?" Harry realized that he had never seen Malfoy dressed so casually before. He was wearing Muggle clothes, the way many Wizards tended to on vacation, but instead of looking rather haphazard and casual the Weasleys did, Malfoy looked like a catalog model for an expensive department store; tailored jeans that looked as though they might have been pressed, and a soft blue sweater that Harry rather wanted to touch.

Stop that, he thought to himself. Just because you and Malfoy fuck every now and then doesn't mean you can start touching him. "What's absurd?"

"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" Malfoy said, shaking his head. "I knew you were daft, but really, Potter-it's absurd that we've been fucking for the last six months, and now we're sharing a goddamn room with twin beds. "

Harry stared at him. He'd never expected Malfoy to come out and say it, not like that. He'd thought they might pretend that it had never happened at all. "Oh, that ," he said sarcastically. "I'd almost forgotten. Would you like to talk about Wednesday night, then? Cause I have some questions-"

"Enough, Potter," Malfoy interrupted, his cheeks flushed. "I don't want to talk about anything at all. Now leave me alone, will you? If I'm being forced to stay here, I need to unpack."

Harry shut the door behind him without a word, and went downstairs to find Ron and Hermione. Merlin, he thought, as a new pit of anxiety began to form in his stomach. Nothing good could come of this.