Dudley made breakfast.
This is shocking in and of itself, but Harry’s too sleepy to handle whatever’s going on with Stephanie sitting on the counter, feeding Dudley pancakes.
“Weird, right?” Lucas asks, jerking his head at the couple whispering to each other.
“Really weird.” Harry says, taking the unoccupied seat at the table across from him. Draco sits down next to Harry.
“You two were doing the same thing yesterday.” Gordon says through a mouthful of his own pancakes. “On the sofa.”
Draco grimaces as Gordon sprays pancake crumbs over the table.
“We were here first.” Harry says, rubbing his eyes. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Your uncle upstairs hasn’t gotten up yet.” Lucas says.
“My unc-” Harry starts, but Draco kicks his foot. “Oh, Remus. Right.”
“Dudley’s parents are out. Too many kids around, he said.” Gordon shrugs. “We would be at mine, except that my parents don’t know Dudley’s staying over at all, let alone with two others.”
“How are you managing that?” Draco asks.
“They’re out a lot.” Gordon shrugs. “And my room’s on the ground floor.”
“Why not tell them? Your parents know Dudley.” Harry says.
“I may have told them Dudley’s my boyfriend.” Gordon admits, scratching his nose. “Because they were being insufferable about me coming out and all.”
“You- Huh.” Harry says, frowning at the table. “Did it work?”
“No.” Gordon says, then yawns. “You gonna eat? There’s three left.”
Draco stands first, kissing Harry’s temple, and braving the kitchen couple to get them their breakfast.
“Are all the boys at your school that fit?” Lucas asks in a whisper, leaning over the table. “Smelting’s is all trolls.”
“Rude.” Gordon says through another mouthful.
“Not all of them. We have some real trolls there too.” Harry says to his own amusement. “I got the prettiest boy, though.”
Lucas nods, glancing back at Draco, who can absolutely hear every word of the conversation.
“Nice.” He says. “You’re not bad either. Though I’d never guess you and Dudley are related.”
“My dad wasn’t white.” Harry says, and at the same time, Draco sits down with two plates and says,
“Shame, he’s taken already.”
“I know.” Lucas says, looking between them. “Potter isn’t a white surname?”
“Anglicised.” Draco says. “The Potters were from India. I don’t know what it was before they came to Britain.”
“They were?” Harry asks. Draco looks over at him.
“Yeah, you didn’t know?”
“Am I related to the Patils?” Harry asks, trying to think of Parvati’s nose, and if it looks anything like Harry’s. He doesn’t think it does, but he hasn’t spent a lot of time contemplating her nose before now.
“I… No? I don’t think so?” Draco says, tilting his head at Harry, like he’s trying to do the same thing.
“Why do you know more about his family than he does?” Gordon asks. “And if your dad was Indian, where did Uncle Remus come from?”
