“Shh, no there isn’t time! Just-”
“I won’t fit under the bed!”
“Harry’s cloak! It’s in his trunk somewhere, put that on, quick!”
Harry turns his head to see Ron and Hermione scrambling to get free of the blankets. Footsteps are moving up the stairs, only seconds away.
“Get your-”
“Cloak!”
“-fucking cloak, Harry, for the love of everything-”
“Oh my god!” Draco snaps, reaching over Harry to snatch his wand off the floor. He jabs it into Hermione’s thigh just as she scrambles to her feet.
“Ow!”
“Shh!” Harry hisses, yanking Draco back into place and pretending to be asleep just as Mrs. Weasley enters the room.
“Ron? I thought I heard voices.” She says suspiciously, leaning down slightly to check under Ron’s bed.
“Yeah, just woke up.” Ron says easily, yawning and stretching like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Good morning.” Harry says, not faking his morning croak. Draco snuggles in closer, turning his face to smile sweetly at Mrs. Weasley.
“Good morning, Harry.” She says, walking over to open the curtains.
Hermione has vanished entirely, thanks to Draco’s spell. There’s a slight clunk from Harry’s trunk whilst Mrs. Weasley’s back is turned, but when she whips around, there’s still seemingly no one there.
“Looking for something?” Draco asks softly. “Maybe we could help.”
“No, nothing.” She says quickly. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Charlie’s cooking.”
“Nice of him. Didn’t know he could.” Ron says, tucking his blankets beneath his armpits.
“Very. I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah I’ll bet, two massive parties in two days?” Harry says, rubbing Draco’s back beneath his shirt. Mrs. Weasley lifts her chin slightly.
“Oh, it was nothing.” She tuts, brushing him off. “I’m happy to do it for my family.”
She doesn’t linger much longer, heading back downstairs to check on the girls. Harry, Draco and Ron wait with bated breath until-
“Luna? I didn’t realise you were spending the night, I would’ve put up another bed for you! Good morning, Hermione.”
Ron snickers, and Harry lets out a breath.
“Thanks, Draco.” Ron says.
“Sure.” Draco says sharply. Harry gives him an odd look that Draco doesn’t acknowledge.
When they get up, Ron doesn’t speak again, just pulling on his pyjama bottoms and heading for the shower, towel slung over his shoulder.
“What’s up with you?” Harry asks a bit more aggressively than he intended to.
“Nothing, I’m fine.” Draco says, kissing Harry’s cheek and rolling off the camp bed.
Sighing, Harry follows Draco down to breakfast.
Charlie is indeed cooking, and he seems to have inherited his mother’s talent for it. Harry’s mouth waters as soon as he catches a whiff of pancakes.
“Eat up, eat up!” He’s telling Percy, who’s sitting stiffly with his hands on his knees.
“We should wait for Mum.” Percy says, glancing behind him again. Harry makes a point of sitting next to him.
