1000 Days of Harry Potter

Day 989

"Remember the first time we met here?" Harry asks, as Madam Malkin measures Teddy for his school robes.

Draco groans. "Don't remind me. I was such an obnoxious little shit."

Harry chuckles and leans against him, brushing their shoulders together. "You really were."

"Thanks," Draco says, voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry teases, his eyes widening innocently, "did you want me to contradict you? Rewrite history for you a little bit?"

"You didn't have to agree so readily!"

Harry forces his face into a solemn expression. "I'm very sorry."

"Can we go to Ollivanders next?" Teddy asks, jumping up and down excitedly in front of them, his fitting complete.

"After lunch," Harry smiles. "I'm getting hungry, aren't you?"

Teddy sighs and agrees. He takes Harry's hand and Draco follows them up to the front of the shop as they go pay for Teddy's robes, determinedly not looking at Harry's arse in his Muggle jeans.

Out on the street, Teddy reaches for him and Draco takes his other hand, letting him walk between them.

He must be feeling really nervous, Draco thinks.

Teddy rarely lets either of them do more than hug him, especially in public, and holding hands has been out of the question for at least a year. But now the three of them make their way down the street, a wall of clasped hands that people have to walk around.

"Draco!" A familiar voice calls.

Draco swallows nervously as he turns to greet his boyfriend, Harry and Teddy turning with him.

"Paul! Erm, hi, this is a pleasant surprise."

Paul stops short of him, thankfully not pushing for any kind of physical greeting, and smiles politely at Harry and Teddy.

"Right. Paul, this is Harry and Teddy. Harry and Teddy, this is Paul. My boyfriend."

Harry steps forward, offering a hand to shake. "Paul! It's great to finally meet you."

"Likewise, Harry." Paul shakes his hand, then turns to look at Teddy, who openly glares at him. "And I'm very pleased to finally meet you, Teddy. Your father has told me so much about you."

Teddy stares at him and stays silent, lips pressed together. Harry nudges him, looking embarrassed. "Teddy!"

"It's nice to meet you." Teddy says sullenly, turning away.

"We were just about to get lunch before we finish the rest of Teddy's Hogwarts shopping," Harry says awkwardly, shooting a bewildered look at Teddy. "Why don't you join us?"

"That would be great," Paul smiles, looking over at Draco. "As long as it's okay with you? I was going to grab something, I have an hour before my next work meeting."

"Of course," Draco forces a nervous smile and takes him by the hand.

* * *

At lunch, Paul watches Harry and Draco.

He watches the way Draco's eyes linger on Harry's face when he looks at him, the way he lights up when Harry laughs at something he says. He watches them swap plates, Draco pushing all of his chips onto Harry's, and then Harry shoveling his salad onto Draco's. They do this without even speaking first, like it's a dance they've done a hundred times before. He watches the easy way they interact and the way they joke with each other, inside jokes that make no sense to him or even to Teddy. He watches when Harry gets up to go to the restroom, and Draco watches him go, seemingly not even aware he's doing it...

And he knows.

And when he looks over at the little boy glaring daggers at him from his seat next to Harry across the table, he realizes that Teddy knows, too. And now Teddy knows that he knows.

Paul sighs.

* * *

"Paul seems nice," Harry comments, stretching out to lie across Draco's lap, yawning widely.

Teddy's school purchases are still out, piles of boxes and bags sprawled over the floor, everything forgotten except Teddy's new owl, a big brown barn owl he has yet to name, who he took upstairs with him.

"Am I to be your pillow tonight?" Draco complains.

Harry ignores him. "I have to say, I was a little surprised, though. You never mentioned he was so..."

"What?"

"Old!" Harry laughs, and Draco smacks him on the side of the head with the hand not holding his glass of wine.

"He's not that old!"

"Sure, he isn't."

"He's only...well, we've never actually talked about it. But he can't be more than ten years older than us!"

Harry scoffs, looking amused.

"Fifteen, then!"

"Does he make you call him granddaddy in bed?"

Draco hits him again. "You're an arsehole."

Harry winces exaggeratedly, bringing a hand up to protect himself from further attacks. "Alright, alright. I surrender!"

"No more mocking my boyfriend," Draco threatens.

"Play with my hair," Harry demands, "and I'll never mock him again."

"Deal," Draco concedes, dropping his free hand to Harry's head and massaging gently. As if he could have resisted touching those thick, dark, surprisingly soft curls when they're right there in his lap, anyway.

Harry makes a contented sound, his eyes slipping closed. He looks beautiful, and peaceful. He's been so stressed lately, and Draco likes seeing him calm for once, likes that he's the one helping Harry to be relaxed like this.

Draco's heart aches again, but he shoves the feeling away.

He has Paul, and Harry has...well, whoever Harry is sleeping with this week. There's no room for Draco's feelings here.