A/N: Bonus chapter this week! Enjoyyyyy

She closed her eyes and let him continue delicately twirling his finger in her hair. It had been ages since she had cuddled with someone, and the warmth of his body underneath her felt nothing but amazing. She felt almost guilty for wanting to stay like this for more than two days. Well, one day now.

Draco felt comfort in her presence. He had never done this to anyone except his mother to calm her down during her anxiety attacks. But he had never caressed her hair for almost five hours like he had been doing today. His bicep had reached a painful state of aching, but Draco might be many things, and stupid wasn't one of them. He could see how much she needed something like this, and this was the least he could do.

This was still his fault. The only reason that fucking Weasel had done this to her was because of her 'involvement' with him. No matter what she said to him, Draco still felt indirectly responsible. So no matter how much his bicep hurt, he would do this until she told him to stop.

He hoped that she didn't secretly know that and was going to make his arm work like a factory machine by making the same repetitive motion for the whole weekend.

Plus, his bladder also felt like it was about to explode, and he desperately needed to use the restroom.

Draco started occluding his discomfort away and tried to tune in to the positives of this situation.

Yeah, maybe his bladder was going to explode, but how he felt now was much more important and special to him.

He felt comfort and peace as it reminded him of his mother.

Hermione tilted her head slightly at the noise of echoing footsteps approaching them. It was Mme. Pomfrey, with a set of candles floating next to her. Draco quickly brought his caressing to a halt and moved his hands up to his collar as if trying to loosen it up.

The nurse pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. The room's darkness had thankfully cast a shade on her facial expression, "Mr. Malfoy, could you come to help me with something please." Hermione tried to disguise her disapproval along with her not wanting him to stop twirling her curly strands.

"What is it?" Draco looked at the woman in a confused manner, bringing his hands to his sides.

"Just come with me," she said and started walking away.

"I can go–"

Hermione tried to interject after she got the impression that Malfoy didn't want to go with her.

The old lady stopped in her tracks and turned around slightly, exposing only half of her face, "Oh no, dear. You shall rest. It'll be quick."

The pair shot each other a look, and Hermione straightened her back and moved to the side, leaving him enough space for him to get off the bed. They both felt a sudden wave of breeze hit. She felt it on her back and him on his legs. They had been like that for so long that the warmth created by their collision almost sizzled before breaking apart.

Malfoy stretched his arms and rose to his feet, smoothing the wrinkles on his pants, "I'll be back soon," he reassured her, and she nodded, watching him as he walked away. The way his hair stood on the back of his head looked funny. She had never seen him with bed hair before. It looked cute, she even considered it as attractive in some way.

Draco wondered what the hell she would possibly ask him to do. She had her back turned to him while searching for something from her medicine cabinet.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to catch her attention, "So…."

"Oh yes," the nurse turned to face him and placed a hand on his shoulder. The blonde looked at the placement of her hand, then back at her, "Go use the bathroom now."

"What?" Draco gave her a skeptical look.

"I may be old, but I'm not blind, you know. At least not yet…Now go," Draco stared at her for a moment, wondering why she would do this for him, "Thank you," he said before walking away, and she responded with a warm smile.

On his way to the restroom, he heard someone's cries echo in the hallway. He decided to ignore it, but when it grew louder, he grunted to himself for turning around and following the source.

He spotted Neville sitting with his back against the wall, hugging his legs and his face buried on top of his knees. The brunette lifted his head at the sound of footsteps nearing him. He looked almost frightened of him, and Draco couldn't tell if he liked that or if he hated it. Before the war, it was his favorite thing ever. He liked the power he had over people, but now he felt twisted inside.

He leveled his hands to his chest and walked towards him slowly, trying to showcase that there was nothing to be afraid of. Neville understood what he was trying to communicate and released his sudden anxiety about the blonde's appearance. Yet, even though he meant no physical harm, he didn't know about the verbal kind. Neville was almost immune to receiving nasty words and was subject to shitty behavior by him in the past.

If he started saying those things again, Neville knew that he wouldn't be affected one bit. After the war, something dawned on him, and like a flip of a switch, he stopped caring about what others thought of him or how odd and delicate he seemed to most people.

Neville liked who he was and accepted himself, which was one of the hardest things he had ever done. All his life, he hid in the shadows; even though he knew how everyone perceived him, he still wanted to hide it from them. But after the war, he realized that all this time, he was just trying to hide from himself.

Malfoy, on the other hand, had absolutely no clue about what to do. It would be a lie if he said that he cared for the boy, but the almost gut-wrenching sobs made him feel sorry for him. The blonde had his hands in his pockets and stood in an awkward stance, towering over him, "Do you smoke?"

Neville shot him a conspicuously confused glare, "Smoke what?"

Now that was not the answer Draco was expecting. Usually, people would either answer with yes, no, or why, but that type of question came from people who smoked other things than the common cigarette.

Draco almost grinned a little, "Cigarettes."

Neville was quick to answer, "No," he watched as Draco's grin dropped slightly, "But, I do smoke weed and nightshade."

Draco pursed his lips to stop smiling because he had just won a thousand galleons. He and Theo had a bet going on since the second grade about whether or not Neville's obsessive interest in plants also extended to growing hallucinogenic drugs. Draco hundred percent believed that it was the case, but Theo couldn't picture it at all.

Draco had assumed that he grew cannabis and some other hallucinogenic drugs, but nightshade was definitely not one of them. It was fairly risky to smoke, and he knew of some people who died from it. But it made sense that Longbottom smoked it. He assumed that he would be fairly good at measuring the correct dosages to smoke.

"I have some on me if you'd like," he wiped his tear-smudged eyes with the back of his fingers, reached down to his jean pocket, and retrieved two joints, which surprised Draco. He didn't understand why he would offer him after all the fucked up things he had said to him before. This was too much niceness from everyone, and it started to freak him out a bit. He always secretly wondered what it would feel like for people to act nice to him this year, but now that it's sort of happening, he feels overwhelmed by it.

"Thanks," he reached out to take them. Then he held his hand out to help him get up. Neville simply stared at his hand, then reverted his eyes to his face, then back to his hand, "You want me to come with you?" he asked as if it weren't already obvious.

Okay, maybe it wasn't because he wasn't really communicating anything. After he helped Neville get back on his feet, Draco started heading towards the staircases, but Neville stood his ground, watching him, "Aren't you coming?" Draco asked, and Neville stood still for a moment before catching up to him. Before they went to the courtyard, Draco made a quick stop at the restroom, then brought him to his smoking spot.

Before lighting the joints, Draco asked, "Is this weed or nightshade?"

"Both weed. I ran out of nightshade a week ago."

"Okay," Draco nodded, lighting the joints and handing one to him.

Neville took it and took a whiff, and Draco did the same.

This is so fucking weird, both of them thought.

It was weird but not that bad. More like random.

Neville and Draco enjoying a joint together. Ok, it definitely does sound rather odd, even wrong. But for some reason, neither really cared.

After taking a couple of hits, Draco cleared his throat, "What happened?" he watched the Black Lake, not meeting his eyes.

Neville looked down onto the railing. He didn't know if discussing his personal issues with him would be appropriate, but he couldn't deny that his inquiry had shocked him slightly. It almost seemed as if he cared. But then, he shrugged, not caring. It didn't matter if Draco knew since he knew that he wouldn't go around and gossip about what he had shared with him. He hadn't seen him talk to anyone except Hermione, Theo, and a handful of Slytherins this year.

"It's Luna," Draco rolled his eyes without Neville seeing since his eyes were cast on the sky. He took another hit of his joint, wondering what Lovegood could've possibly done to make someone cry like that over her. Or maybe she hadn't done anything, and Longbottom was still as highly sensitive and delicate as he once knew.
Neville sighed, exhaling a smoke of air, "I'm still very much in love with her," Draco had to press hard on his lips to not burst into laughter. But a small chuckle escaped him, "Just how I had predicted," Neville said, unhinged.

Malfoy wasn't about to apologize for his behavior, but he did tone his amusement down a notch, "Zabini," the blonde said, referring to who she was dating now.

"Fucking Zabini," Neville blurted, which made Draco look at him in a proud manner. He even considered high-fiving him, which he ended up not doing, of course.

"Fucking Zabini," Malfoy mirrored, which made Neville laugh, and Draco joined, thinking that it was definitely the weed kicking in and not because he thought the brunette's comment was funny.

No, it was definitely the weed, he assured himself.

The effect of the weed had kicked in hard, and Malfoy was almost surprised at Neville's weed tolerance level, "Fuck… This shit is…" he fell into a laughing spree, and Neville simply watched a sight he hadn't seen in a very long time. This was the first time he had ever seen him laugh this year.

When he calmed down, he put out the joint by lightly stubbing it on the railing until the cherry was extinguished. It had been almost half an hour since he left, and he had promised Hermione that he would be back soon, "Thanks for the weed," Malfoy said with a tight smile forming on his lips, "But I have to go now."

Neville gave him an understanding look, and right before the blonde turned to leave, he said, "Malfoy," he turned to face him, "Thank you. I needed this."

Draco didn't know what to say, so he simply gave him a nod and made his way back to the infirmary. Even though they barely exchanged words, Draco could see himself smoking with Longbottom again and perhaps bringing Theo along next time.

Upon entering the infirmary, he saw Granger reading a small book and wondered where she had gotten it.

Granger looked to her side when she heard footsteps approaching her and tried to act cool while quickly shoving the book she had gotten in Hogsmeade into her pocket. She didn't think there would be any appropriate excuse if he found out she was reading a book on how to kill him. But she still couldn't shake the thought that he might be the one who had written it to keep track of his enemies.

Despite her attempt to be casual about it, Draco had noticed her shove the book in her pocket upon his arrival, which piqued his interest, and made a note to bring it up in the ongoing hours of the night since both were probably not going to be able to fall asleep from sleeping almost the whole afternoon.

After shoving the book in her pocket, she reverted her eyes back to him and watched as he strode towards her. He somehow seemed even more peaceful than when he had left. There was this air to him that she couldn't seem to figure out.

When he reached her bed frame, he contemplated for half a second on which bed to lay on. Hermione noticed this and tried to keep an open body language for him to catch the hint that she, unfortunately, desperately wanted to lay her head on his lap again.

Although Draco's mind wasn't focused on her body language and buried more in his thoughts since he didn't want her to think that he was indecisive, he made his decision and started walking toward his bed, which made her frown a little, but that frown instantly turned into a tiny jolt of excitement, when he simply placed his tie on his bed and walked over to hers.

She caught a whiff of something familiar, that she couldn't quite place. It was a mix of something earthy and musky, with a hint of sweetness underneath.

She didn't have to scoot to the side since she still lay in the exact position as when he had left a little over half an hour ago, and she waited for him to make himself comfortable, and then without a word, she pushed her frame down, until her back hit the bed and adjusted her head, so it laid on his lap.

Then it hit her. She knew this scent. It was practically in almost any alleyway in London. This couldn't be right. She checked to her right again, and Mme. Pomfrey was still away. She had left right after he did with the excuse of needing to retreat some herb from the Potions classroom.

She quickly covered her mouth in an attempt to suppress her laugh. No, this was definitely a joke. How could it be? What Mme. Pomfrey asked him couldn't possibly be for him to join her in a smoke session. Hermione couldn't even imagine what her smoking weed would even look like.

A stoned Mme. Pomfrey. Her laugh only intensified, and she shook her head, covering her eyes with both hands.

Draco, on the other hand, had no idea why she was getting nervous now as opposed to when she had woken up. He stared down at her, his slate eyes melting into something warmer, and gently brought his hand to continue caressing her hair. His intention was definitely not to calm her down but rather to see how nervous he could make her.

"So, is she a good smoking companion?" she chuckled, making Draco stop with the twirling of her hair. He arched his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

"You know what," she scoffed, sending him a quick look.

"I honestly don't," Hermione was about to tell him to drop it when she realized how sincere he sounded, "Mme. Pomfrey. Isn't the reason why you're smelling like weed because she asked you to smoke with her?" she asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Draco froze momentarily before bursting into a fit of laughter at the terrible misunderstanding. The nurse might have been kind enough to find him an excuse so he could go pee before pissing his pants, but he definitely didn't think they had reached such a level yet, let alone that she even smoked in the first place.

Hermione was aching to tell him that he laughed like a little school girl, then she actually did, "You laugh like a little school girl," this had the opposite effect she had expected. His laughter only grew louder, and her head shook due to his whole body shaking from the hysteria. She straightened her back and shifted her frame to watch him laugh with a glint in her eye. She didn't even try to hide her smile. He looked so…

Adorable.

There honestly was no other way to describe it.

Little schoolgirl Malfoy.

The idea alone made her laugh.

Draco, on the other hand, did not try to suppress his laughter. He simply let himself be because this was absolutely fucking hilarious, plus the weed was making it ten times harder for him to keep his composure.

…

Harry stood in front of the mirror, contemplating every single thing about himself. Theo had told him to come over to his dorm room to hang out after curfew, with Draco being in the hospital wing for the weekend. Theo didn't really like being alone and always seemed to need some type of company at all times. He had grown up in a constantly empty household with his parents always gone and probably spent more time at the Malfoy estate than he did in his own home.

Harry triple-checked his hair and grew frustrated because this one fucking strand seemed like it didn't want to behave and stood at an awkward angle. He used his wand to tame it, but he still didn't like the final product and couldn't understand why this was making anxiety build up in his stomach.

He never cared about how his hair looked except when having to attend some special occasion or trying to woo the ladies. But this was just a hangout session with his now-close friend. So he wore a simple flannel over a navy sweater and jeans and stepped out the door.

Then he remembered that he had forgotten to wear swim trunks instead of his usual boxer briefs after Theo had owled him to bring a pair around an hour before their scheduled meeting time.

On the other hand, Theo loved doing the most random things, and he was in an especially good mood today after seeing the progress of his favorite idiots, and being saved by a pillow attack might have something to do with said mood.

So in an attempt to shock Harry, he enlarged his dorm room to almost the size of a quidditch pitch, made the ceilings as high as the Eiffel Tower, and started decorating the shit out of his room. He honestly had no structure or specific theme in mind, so he went with whatever came to him.

But first, he needed some ingredients, so he quickly rushed to the kitchens and cast a disillusionment charm on him while he took whatever he needed and used a shrinking charm to carry them back to his dorm room.

Once he was back in his room, he checked the time to see that he had close to two hours before midnight to do whatever he had in store. He quickly fetched a large stash of parchment to transfigure into whatever he wanted. So he grabbed a bunch to transfigure them into all the baking supplies he would need along with a large table. He then multiplied all the ingredients he had gotten from the kitchens to finally start baking.

When he thought of Harry, one of the first things that came to mind was churros. So with the flick of his wand, he started making a batch of churro batter. Then he transfigured one of the parchments into a churro stand and placed it at the far right of the room. He decorated the place with crimson and green balloons and hundreds of white candles made them float everywhere.

He noticed the batch was done, and pricked his finger in it and sucked the batter off, "Fuck," it was delicious, and he sort of wanted to eat it like this, uncooked. But he didn't know if Harry would want that, so he transfigured another parchment into a fryer and started frying the batter, making each churro exactly ten centimeters long.

While his churros were frying, he pondered on what else to add since his now-gigantic room was still empty except for the kitchen table and churro stand.

The first thing that popped into his mind was a Ferris Wheel. He remembered seeing it when they had gone to the theme park a while ago. Although it didn't seem as fun as those fast-going mini-car things, he still added it. The color was bland silver, so he made it gold and the seats an emerald green.

Now that's much better, he thought. But still, there was so much space left, and he wondered for quite a while what to add next. Then, just before he felt like an idea was reaching him, a burning smell reached his nostrils, and he felt his heart leap out of his chest; and quickly ran over to the fryer and placed all the churros into an immense bucket that was almost as tall as him. He laughed, already envisioning the astounded reaction the scarhead was going to give to his usual extravagance, or maybe he was already used to it by now, and the thought of it made a sly grin form on his lips.

Now that that was done, he resumed thinking again. A few minutes later, the perfect idea popped into his head, and a wicked grin filled his face.

He recreated one of his earlier visions about his favorite idiots and placed a giant statue of Granger almost half as tall as the Eiffel Tower, looking like a bloody Headmistress, full of rage, with her index finger pointing downwards as if she were spitting a list of commands.

Then he laughed while placing the figure next to her. Oh, he was so bloody brilliant. He almost wanted to just make out with himself for how much of a fucking genius he was.

The figure next to her was no other than a statue of Draco bowing down to her commands, in child pose, with his arms touching the floor, extended forward.

This would literally be his cause of death if Draco were ever to see this representation of himself. Theo almost felt tears of joy from laughing at the view in front of him, and he hoped that his urging desire for such a scenario would manifest in the near future. But even if it happened in a couple of years, he would still be more than okay with it, which meant he had to be patient, which he hated, but he told himself that the important thing was for it to happen.

While staring at his masterpiece of statues, he realized he was losing time and returned to business.

What else could he do?

He knew he wanted to add something else involving the idiots, but he would do that last.

He felt he needed to add one more thing then he would be done. But what was that one thing? He could add something basic, but he wanted to keep it interesting.

He tried to think what Harry might like, but nothing came to mind since he was more the type that was okay with everything and never seemed to have an undying want for anything in particular.

He enchanted the ceiling to look like the night sky since a plain white ceiling wasn't suiting the vibe he was trying to create.

He then finally got an idea. He always loved swimming at night; his best memories with Draco occurred while chilling in the water at night. He filled a quarter of the pitch with a river, cast a charm around the water for it to not disperse all over his room, and added a hill next to it for them to go cliff diving.

It was one of Theo's favorite adrenaline rushes. He remembered jumping off a cliff with Draco when they were eight when he had joined the Malfoys on a family trip to Malta, and ever since then, whenever they swam at the Malfoy Manor, they always transfigured a rock into a cliff and went cliff jumping.

Narcissa had caught them in the act once, and she was so frightened by it that they only started doing it when she wasn't home. Draco didn't like making his mother anxious about anything, and Theo respected that, and he didn't either since Narcissa was sort of like a mother figure for him as well, which he couldn't have been more grateful for. He was like the mother he never had.

He quickly wrote a letter to Harry for him to bring swimming trunks with him and gave the letter to his owl Barbie who had the strongest resting bitch face he had ever seen. Yes, he did name his owl Barbie because he thought it was hilarious, and he frankly still does, and he somehow could sense that Barbie hated it even though there was no way he could know that he was named after a blonde valley girl.

Barbie dropped the letter and tilted his head to the side, with his beak in the air. Theo rolled his eyes, "Let me guess, you want food?"

The owl didn't respond and still held the same stance. Theo almost had a deja-vu moment because it reminded him of a thirteen-year-old Malfoy in his era of thinking he was better than everyone else. But that was how others saw him; Theo knew that it was just a mask.

But who could he judge? He also had a stuck-up attitude at the time, maybe now even more than before.

Who could resist such a handsome, talented, amazing, sexy, intelligent….bloke like him?

He was being cocky now, so he toned it down to grab a churro. He tore a small piece of it and gave it to the owl. Barbie inhaled it in a split second, then returned to his arrogant stance.

"You unsatisfied son of a bitch," Theo laughed, "I fucking love you," he gave him a kiss on the head and watched as Barbie narrowed his eyes viciously at him, "Oh, stop that now. I know you love me," the owl shot him a piercing glare. Theo shrugged, taking a step back, "Okay then. No more churros for you," he continued walking backward, and after a twenty-second starring contest between them, he watched as the owl rolled his eyes at him in the most dramatic Theoesque fashion possible, and fly to stand on his shoulder, and gently started rubbing his soft head on Theo's head.

Theo, being the stubborn little twat he is, crossed his arms, testing the limits of Barbie. He didn't give him another bite of churro until almost two minutes of Barbie sharing his dearest, hopefully genuine, affection, "Okay. Okay, that's enough. I get it, you adore me so terribly," Theo let out a chuckle upon Barbie releasing a sharp exhale, "That you can't seem to stop pampering me with your love," a sharper exhale this time. Theo had to control everything in him to not laugh at how fucking annoyed Barbie was, "So now I may present you with my affections and," The second Theo raised the churro, Barbie bit into it and finished it all of it in a matter of seconds. He didn't even know how it was possible for an owl to eat this quickly.

Before picking up the note from the ground, the owl rubbed himself on Theo's head once more and flew away.

Theo loved that owl so much that it was insane.

"Now, back to business," he told himself and went ahead and started preparing a cake. However, this wasn't just any cake; along with their gigantic statues, he thought it was only fitting to bake a multi-layered wedding cake for them.

With the churro theme going on, he thought it would only be fitting to make a cinnamon sugar-flavored cake, so with the flick of his wand, he started mixing the appropriate ingredient in order to make the batter.

Once done, he poured the batter into fifty cake tins, enlarged the oven to fit them all, and started working on a silver-green fondant. He had forty-five minutes left to finish everything which made a hint of pressure build up inside him.

But then he reminded himself that he was Theodore Nott and that he would get it done in time. Even if he finished everything one second before Harry would knock on that door.

Once he sped up the cooking time to fifteen minutes and got the fondant ready, he started decorating a wedding venue by placing chairs and a Slytherin green carpet that covered the whole aisle until the mandap, which he decorated in red roses and added a stand at the center to place the wedding cake.

He knew that placing the cake in the mandap wasn't going according to the traditional blueprint, but this was Theo's preferred way. Since he was a kid, he was always far more interested in the cake rather than who was getting married.

Divorce rates were high, cake was for life.

Of course, a marriage between the idiots would be an exception and possibly more important than the cake, but that still didn't mean that such a delicacy shouldn't be honored right at the center of such a sacred ceremony.

Upon the cakes cooking, he cast a cooling charm on them, levitated them one by one, and layered them on top of each other, spreading vanilla bean buttercream after each stacking. He couldn't forget an element of red, of course, so he traced ruby red ancient runes, by using one of Draco's advanced runes books as a manual all over the fondant. Once done, he levitated the fondant and carefully placed it on top of the cake, making it hug the cake's curves in the most perfect way possible, and right when he was about to exhale, he heard a sharp knock on the door.

He knew he would get it done in time.

He quickly looked around at his masterpiece, then carefully ran a hand through his disheveled hair before he walked over to invite him in. Right before his hand pressed on the handle, he turned around to make all the kitchen supplies and extravagant mess vanish and opened the door.

"Hey," Harry conjured a warm smile before his eyes shot up and observed Hermione's statue in horror. He seemed frightened at how realistic it looked. Theo tilted his frame sideways while Harry advanced into his room with his jaw vast open and locked the door behind him.

His eyes widened when he saw the statue of Malfoy bowing down and stood frozen for a while, observing every little detail of his outfit and Hermione's rage-filled visage before his cheeks lifted and his lips curved into a wide smile, which then turned into a chuckle, then a full-on laugh before the Ferris wheel gleaming in the moonlight like a treasure trove caught his eye, and he gasped in awe as he approached it.

The Ferris wheel was painted a gleaming shade of gold and ornately decorated with swirling designs etched into its surface, each curve and twist carefully crafted to create a masterpiece. The emerald green seats, arranged in pairs and facing each other, were striking against the gold hue of the Ferris wheel. The seats looked plush and comfortable, and the intricate detailing on the armrests and backrests gave the impression of a royal carriage.
The Ferris wheel's mechanics were visible, with large spokes that rotated the wheel slowly and smoothly. It creaked gently as it moved, adding a unique character to the ride.

But what truly created a magical atmosphere was the floating balloons in each of their house colors which added a festive touch, making it look like a winter wonderland. They bobbed and weaved in the gentle breeze, adding to the sense of joy and excitement. The candles, too, added a special charm while they floated gently in the air, casting a warm, inviting light across the scene and illuminating the surrounding attractions.

He tilted his frame to look at Theo, who was attentively watching his every move in an attempt to decipher what he was thinking, with the purest kind of amazement beaming in his eyes. Theo couldn't tell if he had seen the churro stand yet, so he started walking towards it and turned around to see Harry bring a hand to cover his face when he saw where exactly he was headed. Of course, he had to incorporate a churro stand, he mumbled internally. Only when he followed in his footsteps did he notice the massive river flowing next to the stand with a cliff overlooking it, which made sense of why he had asked him to bring swimming trunks. He was secretly grateful that it was an 'indoor river' since Harry never liked swimming in cold water. The second task of the Triwizarding tournament had made him despise it even more.

Theo grabbed a churro for himself and handed one over to him, "So," he started in the hopes that Harry would continue. Harry was too busy taking in the whole scene that he hadn't even acknowledged what Theo had said. It was just now that he had noticed the last staple of Theo's fantasy land.

"A wedding?" Harry asked after Theo had already finished three and was now indulging in his fourth churro while waiting for words to start spilling out of his mouth.

"Really, Potter? That's the first thing you're going to say?" Theo tried to look disappointed to make him feel bad by rolling his eyes and disguising his smirk in the most eloquent way possible.

"Um," Harry tore his eyes away from the massive wedding cake and shot a nervous stare at him, "I - Um. Ye - No. It's just that - You know - What?"

Theo couldn't help but burst out laughing. As he laughed, he accidentally inhaled a small piece of churro and started coughing uncontrollably. In his astonished state, Harry didn't realize what was happening and continued to laugh at Theo's coughing fit.

But as Theo's coughs became more desperate, Harry finally realized what was happening. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Theo shook his head, still coughing. "No, I'm not okay; I'm choking," he managed to wheeze out as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

Harry's face grew serious. "Oh shit," he said, placing his hand on Theo's back and tapping him firmly.

Theo coughed even harder for a moment, but then Harry's tapping seemed to do the trick. He breathed in deeply, the churro dislodging from his throat, and coughed up the offending piece.

"Did you enjoy the view?" Theo gasped, taking deep breaths of air to calm down his coughing.

Harry stared at him, confusion etching on his face. "What?"

He responded after he had fully regulated his breathing back to normal, "Oh you know, while you were watching me choke to death," the Slytherin said casually, roughing up his hair as his lips curved into a smirk.

"Oh," Harry looked down, his features suddenly growing cold, which was the literal opposite reaction Theo was aiming for, "Potter," he said as if he were a mother telling his son why he needed to do his homework. Harry tilted his head upward to look at him again, "I just–"

"I'm just teasing you," He threw a lazy hand around his shoulder, "Loosen up a bit." Harry exhaled deeply and cursed himself for taking things too literally. Whenever people seemed or acted disappointed towards him, it always immediately brought him back to his childhood to the times when the Dudleys would go on and on about what a disgrace he was and then lock him back in that tiny cupboard under the staircases.

He could still feel the claustrophobia etching onto his core whenever people showed him that he let them down, and he hated how much traumatic events from his childhood still strongly affected him.

He wished that he could only remain in the present and feel disappointed in himself but not feel like he was drawing in the additional sensation of being trapped in a tiny cupboard again when people seemed displeased by him.

Harry rolled his shoulders back and sensed himself ease into his touch, "So Mr. Potter, would you like to attend, Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Granger-Malfoy's wedding first and indulge in their fabulously crafted wedding cake or go cliff diving?"

Harry knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime question, and no one would ask him anything even remotely close to it again, but he could already feel the myriad of unique questions along the way in his friendship with Theo.

Harry might have been okay with the idea of Hermione having somewhat of a companionship with Malfoy, but a wedding was definitely stretching it.

He couldn't picture them being married, nor a scenario where Malfoy would bow like that gigantic statue of his.

"You choose," he shrugged, but he already had a big hunch that he might be heavily drawn to the option involving a high dosage of sugary deliciousness in it.

"I think you already know which one I would prefer going for," Theo raised a playful brow, and Harry sighed, pursing his lips to hide his smile before he took a step in the direction of the wedding attraction.

"Theo," Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry," his voice beamed enthusiastically.

Harry's eyes traversed around Theo's fantasy land once more before he began to speak, "How did you - or why –"

"Now, Potter," the brunette Slytherin interrupted his speech, "Don't you know the magnificence," he pointed his index finger to the side of his head, "of this mind?"

Harry chuckled, "Yeah, I might have noticed it once or twice," he teased, making Theo narrow his eyes at him.

"Only once or twice, huh?" Theo challenged, and Harry nodded, deciding not to succumb to his charms for once. When Harry didn't answer, he tilted his head in the air in a snobbish manner and crossed his arms.

Harry watched him for a while until he sighed, knowing that it was pointless to tease Theo since he always lost against him anyway. Harry realized that he had a soft spot for him and didn't really mind giving him whatever he wanted or asked from him, "Okay, fine. You've made it clear since the first time we ever spoke."

Theo's eyes met his again, and he was taken aback by his unhinged sincerity, "Thank you, Potter. Now that we've got that settled, "he commenced striding toward the aisle, brushing the tip of his fingers on the top of the seats as he walked, "You shouldn't question the creative genius living inside of it."

Harry nodded, "Okay. You have my word that from now on I won't ever question your," he lingered in his thoughts to find a word that could generalize it, "creations...Inventions?"

"Both work."

"Ok, then creations it is," Harry scratched a spot on his chin.

"Perfect. Now let's feast! If I don't eat a slice right now, I'm afraid my blood sugar might spike through the roof," he conjured two sets of plates and forks along with a serrated knife.

Harry chuckled, "I'm not sure that's how it works," he shook his head. Theo raised his index finger, "Potter, what did we say about questioning my mind?" He raised a brow.

The Gryffindor's hands shot up in defense, "Okay, okay. Forget I said anything," he mused, grabbing the plate and knife he was being handed.

"Want to do the honors?" Theo handed him the knife.

"Sure," he grabbed it and cut four slices, one for himself and three for Theo. The Slytherin watched as he placed the slices on his plate with a proud glint shimmering in his eyes, thinking that Harry knew him so well since he also had planned on serving himself three slices if Harry hadn't done the honors.

They sat on the aisle seats and dug in. Harry took a bite and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. Then, he grinned and took another bite and Theo couldn't help but grin back at him,

"Cinnamon sugar, how could it not be?"

Theo shrugged, smiling.

…

After eating far too much cake and swimming for almost an hour, they decided to visit the idiots and bring them both a slice of cake. It was theirwedding cake, after all.

As they entered the infirmary, they were greeted by the sight of them lying in Hermione's bed, their heads thrown back in laughter. Hermione's eyes were fixed on Draco, her expression softening as she watched him laugh. She found herself laughing along with him, feeling a warmth in her chest, while Draco found himself getting lost in the sound of her voice. It was almost like they were in their little world, completely oblivious to anything outside their little bubble.

Harry actually smiled while watching them and wondered what could've been that funny that made two immensely serious people practically roll on the floor.

Theo's guess was that it was either something highly nerdy that would go beyond his and Harry's brain capacity or something immeasurably dumb. Theo slanted his head in Harry's direction, "From the looks of it, I might have to remake this cake sooner than I expected."

Harry couldn't agree more.

Once their laughter subsided, the pair approached them, "Did Draco finally tell you about the time he pissed his pants in Herbology in first year?" Theo asked, watching them in amusement.

The two turned around, only just noticing their sudden arrival. Draco's eyes widened, and he shook his head for him not to continue, causing her to laugh even harder.

"So that was that smell I was talking to you about," Harry said as if he had finally solved a life-long mystery while looking at Hermione, which made her lose it completely. Hermione's laughter was infectious, and soon all four of them were doubled over, tears streaming down their faces. Theo and Harry clutched at their sides, their laughter loud and boisterous.

Their laughter echoed through the infirmary, and for a few moments, it was like nothing else existed. They were completely lost in the moment, their worries and fears forgotten as they laughed and joked together. It seemed like the laughter would never end like they could keep going forever. But eventually, they all started to calm down, the giggles and snorts dying away until they were left with grins on their faces.

"What's this?" Hermione asked, looking at the slices of cake Theo held on a plate.

"Oh," he was grinning that playful smirk again, "Your wedding cake," he replied casually, looking at them.

"Our what?" Hermione and Draco blurted simultaneously.

Theo and Harry glanced at each other with a smirk.

A/N: This was so much fun to write hahah!