Harry gasps, clutching the sheets as Draco falls forward onto him, squeezing Harry’s cock with his arse.
They both startle at the hesitant knock on the door.
“Can’t be Vernon or Petunia.” Draco pants, frowning slightly. “What would your cousin want?”
“Maybe he wants one of his old toys from here.”
“Can’t it wait?” Draco whines, moving his hips in a circle. Harry groans deeply.
The knock comes again, and Harry makes a pained noise as Draco lifts off, then grabs his pants from the floor and pulls them on.
He answers the door like that, a bit flushed and sweaty, only opening it a few inches.
“Yes?”
“Oh, are you- were you- sorry, er, I didn’t mean to-”
“Well you’re here now, aren’t you? What is it?” Draco snaps.
“Right, er, my parents, they’ve gone out to dinner with their friends.” Dudley says. “So, the house is, well, I mean, I’m still here, but other than me, the house is empty.”
Draco waits for a moment, but Dudley doesn’t continue.
“Alright, congratulations. What’s that got to do with us?”
Dudley clears his throat.
“Well, I imagine being stuck in here all the time isn’t- I mean, for Harry, it must feel- so, if you’d like, the house is empty, you can- you can hang out, I can stay in my room, if that’s-”
Harry takes pity on his great, stupid cousin, taking up his own pants and a tshirt from the floor to join Draco by the door, looking over Draco’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Dudley. We’ll be down in a bit, we can watch the telly or something.”
Dudley nods, hesitates, then leaves abruptly, thumping down the stairs again.
"Was he taking the piss?” Draco asks, shutting the door.
“He’s just very, very thick, is all.” Harry says. “But… I think he means well.”
“You want to go down there?”
“What he said, I mean...”
Harry kicks at the cat flap, where his meals would be passed through.
“I was locked in here, for all of the summer after first year. It’s not exactly a pleasant memory.”
Draco slips his arms around Harry’s waist, kisses his cheek and holds him tight for a moment.
“Let’s go down, then. Watch the telly.”
“You know what a telly is?” Harry teases, letting Draco go so he can dig around for something to wear. Harry puts on his jeans.
“Of course I know what a telly is.” Draco mutters, putting one of Harry’s (Dudley’s) flannels on overtop his pants, buttoning it halfway. “It shows movies. It’s the muggle picture box with noise.”
Harry laughs, grabbing him by the arse to pull him in for a kiss.
“That’s exactly what it is.”
The flannel just barely covers Draco’s crotch and arse, but leaves his legs bare and looking like they go on for miles. Harry thinks he looks fit as ever, and tells him so.
When they get to the living room, Dudley has put various snacks out over the coffee table. Usually, he would keep his snacks to himself, on his considerable lap or in his hands whilst lounging, but it looks like he’s making an effort to share.
