"Just following your example," Harry retorted sweetly, making George freeze. "What do you know?"
Harry laughed, shaking his head; it had just been a hunch, but that definitely confirmed things. George had kissed at least one Slytherin in the past. He wondered who it was.
Taking Draco's hand in his, he tugged the blond off the desk and closer to the twins. "Draco," he started, "this is Fred and George. Don't worry if you can't tell which is which, yet." Harry wasn't even sure how he could tell anymore, he just knew. "Fred, George, this is Draco. My boyfriend." He couldn't stop the grin that took over his face at the announcement, and George cooed.
"Look at him, Freddy— about ready to fight us, isn't he?"
Harry hadn't realised he'd taken a protective stance, keeping Draco ever so slightly behind him. He blushed, but didn't move.
"You can relax, Harrikins; this is a peaceful mission," Fred insisted, holding out a hand towards Draco. Draco shook it, trepidation on his face. "So. Your dad's a Death Eater." He said it as if discussing the weather, and Harry flinched.
"Fred." His tone was warning, but Draco's hand rested briefly on his shoulder.
"It's fine," he assured, meeting Fred's gaze with his head held high. "He is. But I am not my father, and I'd rather die before I knelt to that twisted monster."
Fred's gaze assessed him carefully, then he eventually nodded. "Good. I reckon Harry won't let either of those things happen to you, so you're alright there."
George jumped in at his twin's side, grabbing Draco's arm in a handshake. "You're better at Potions than Harry is, aren't you?"
"That's not difficult," Draco replied, smirking. Harry jabbed him lightly in the side. He was okay at it, now! "Why?"
"We've been working on this variation of the Swelling Solution for one of our products," George explained, "and we've been having a bit of trouble getting it to only work on certain parts of the body."
Harry was left blinking as his boyfriend was stolen away by the twins, dragged towards some empty chairs and brought into a debate about ingredient measures and brewing times. Still, he couldn't be too mad about it; the twins were trying so hard. They hadn't brought any Wheezes products, and other than Fred's first remark, not a single mention of Draco's family escaped their lips. Harry wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when he'd agreed to the meeting, but something with more of a fight had certainly crossed his mind. Draco had been pretty awful to the Weasley family in the past, even if not to the twins specifically. Their families had a blood feud that had lasted for generations. He couldn't be much help discussing Potions, but Harry pulled up a chair next to Draco anyway, smiling when the blond tangled his fingers in Harry's without even thinking about it, his other hand making a series of gestures to help explain whatever he was explaining to the twins. A lot of it went over Harry's head, but it was apparent Draco knew what he was talking about, and the twins clearly appreciated the input.
"We might have more questions for you," George warned, after Fred finished writing down Draco's instructions. "We're both decent enough at Potions, but it's never been our favourite. Spells are so much easier to manipulate."
"I suppose I can help where possible," Draco acquiesced. "As long as I can trust you not to use my own work against me."
The twins shared a smirk. "I think that's fair," they agreed. George glanced down at his watch.
"Right, we'd better leave you two alone, then," he said, smirk widening as he gave Harry and Draco a lewd wink. "Don't want to take up your whole night."
Harry was immeasurably grateful for that. He was over the moon that the twins and Draco seemed to get along well, but he also just really wanted to be able to snog his boyfriend in peace.
The twins stood, and George ruffled Harry's hair fondly. "You were right," he declared. "He's not as much of a prat as he likes to pretend he is."
Draco made a vaguely offended face, but Harry ignored him, grinning up at the older boy. "So I can keep him, then?" he asked in a falsely casual tone. Fred snickered.
"As long as you remember to feed him, and walk him, and don't let him piddle on the carpet," he replied, earning a bark of laughter. He clapped Harry on the shoulder. "We'll see you in the morning. Don't stay up too late."
"Remember the spells in the book," George added, making Harry splutter. As if they were anywhere close to needing those spells! "We'll see you around, Draco," Fred said to the Slytherin, nodding. Draco nodded back, and Harry felt like he was missing something.
"If you have any more Potions questions, write them down and send them with Harry," the blond instructed. "I'll do what I can."
The twins grinned, then disappeared from the classroom, leaving Harry's invisibility cloak pooled on the floor in the doorway. They'd been sneaking around the castle long enough not to need it. Harry didn't really need it either these days, but he brought it out of habit.
There was a beat of silence, then Harry let out a long breath. "That was alright, wasn't it?" he asked worriedly. "They were okay?"
Draco's hands rested on Harry's hips, and the smallest smile curved at his mouth. "I expected more hexing," he admitted. "Possibly a bit of yelling. Certainly not… that."
Harry smiled faintly. "Yeah, they'll surprise you." He hadn't realised how nervous he'd been about the whole meeting until it was over, and his heart was thudding in his chest. "I'd say it went better than either of us expected. They like you." If they didn't, they wouldn't have left Harry behind.
Draco leaned in, lips brushing against Harry's in a way that had the Gryffindor following when he pulled back. "Let's stop talking about Weasleys, shall we?" he drawled, hand sliding around to the small of Harry's back.
There wasn't much talking anything for a while after that.
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about
It was starting to become a thing, Harry thought to himself, entering the common room to see Ron and Hermione sat on the sofa by the fire and staring at him intently. He reluctantly veered in their direction, raising an eyebrow expectantly. "We had something we wanted to say," Hermione said by way of greeting. Harry snorted, perching on the arm of the chair opposite. "I can see that," he muttered to himself. "Go on, then."
"Everything has been a bit of a mess lately," Hermione said earnestly. "Between the tournament, and Viktor, and… everything else." Harry wondered if she was referring to Ron's attitude, or his many other friends. "I think it all just got out of hand, and we let it. But Harry, the three of us have been best friends since first year. Surely we can't let a little drama and a boy get in the way of all that?"
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