Draco was anxiously bouncing his leg, waiting for Pansy and Blaise to show up. Harry was waiting in his bathroom for him to tell Harry it was okay to come out. It had been less than five minutes of waiting, but Draco thought time was purposely moving slower just to spite him.

"Draco?", he heard Pansy yell.

"My room!"

"Salazar save me", he whispered to himself.

"Hello Draco", Pansy said, pulling Draco into a hug. "Blaise and I may have gone a bit overboard in buying stuff. I hope you have space in your bathroom for all of this."

As Pansy started walking towards the bathroom, Draco stepped in front of her.

"I have to tell you guys something."

"Is your friend coming?", Blaise asked, dropping onto Draco's bed and sprawling out.

"They're in the bathroom."

"Why aren't they out here? Are they shy?", Pansy asked.

"So that I can prepare you."

"Not a Slytherin then", Blaise remarked.

"Not a Slytherin", Draco confirmed. "They don't talk very much, so be prepared for that. There are some spells and charms I could teach you to help you communicate with them."

"Listen Draco, any friend of yours is a friend of ours. Even if they're a Weasley."

At the change in Draco's facial expression, Blaise sat up.

"Are they a Weasley?", he asked, eyes darting towards the door.

"Not a Weasley. Just be open minded okay?"

After they both nodded, Draco turned to the bathroom door.

"You can come out now."

The look on Pansy and Blaise's faces were priceless as Harry Potter himself stepped out of Draco's bathroom.

"Hello", he said sheepishly with a wave, swaying on the balls of his feet.

"Draco what the fuck?", Pansy blanched.

"Potter", Blaise greeted in surprise. "You were one of the last people I expected to see."

"Excuse us", Pansy said, dragging Draco out of his room into the hallway.

"Why didn't you say it was Potter?", she yelled. "I would've brought flowers or a puppy or something as an apology!"

"Pansy dear, what's the point of leaving the room for privacy if you're going to be loud enough that we can still hear you?"

"Blaise shut up!"

"He has a point you know", Draco confirmed.

"I hate both of you!"

"Should I go?", Harry asked Blaise.

"I think she would feel worse if you left. She's like Draco, she just needs to be dramatic first and then she'll get over it."

"Blaise!", Pansy and Draco yelled in unison.

"You look good though Potter. Hiding from The Profit I see, not that I blame you. Very muscular."

"Zabini", Draco warned.

"Are you two dating?", Pansy asked, trying to wrap her head around the whole situation.

"No", they answered in unison. "Married actually", Harry responded cheekily.

"This is an absolute shitshow", Draco replied, pressing his hand to his forehead. "Potter is my friend and I hope you can both accept that."

"Honestly I'm proud of you for keeping it a secret. Every single day it was Potter this and Saint Potter that. The break was refreshing, but I see we'll be reverting back to that again", Pansy commented.

"Don't you have some groveling to do Pans?"

"I do want to apologize Potter. Sincerely. I didn't mean it in the way that it came out. I was scared, but that wasn't an excuse. I'm sorry."

"I don't hold grudges, 's alright."

Pansy pounced on Harry and pulled him into a tight hug.

"You're right Blaise, he is more muscular."

"Thanks?", Harry replied with a confused laugh.

"You're really okay with me though? If you're not, you can tell me. I won't be offended."

Harry pulled some parchment out of his pocket and started scribbling.

"Scarhead doesn't speak too much anymore, so please respect him when he writes things down."

"I'm scared of the dark now", Pansy offered with a shrug.

"Fire."

"Tight spaces", Blaise offered. "I love trauma bonding."

"How did you become friends?", Pansy asked.

Harry tossed the piece of parchment to her.

"I don't really blame anyone from Slytherin with how they reacted. All of you were forced into this umbrella of evil wizards, and a lot of the parents were death eaters. There should have been more help and protection offered to all of you. Nothing about this situation was handled well. We were just kids. I'm sure you minimized the amount of casualties by having all of the Slytherins go into the dungeons, but I think that was the wrong move too. A lot of mistakes were made that we have to learn from.

I forgive you. I can't say I wouldn't have reacted differently if I was in your shoes. I just don't know, but there's no reason to dwell on it after it's been done."

"Very eloquently put Potter. I often wonder what would've happened if I decided to be sorted into Ravenclaw."

Ravenclaw?", Draco asked.

"I assume the hat didn't even speak with you Draco. It was barely on your head before you were sorted into Slytherin. I could've been Ravenclaw, but I wanted Slytherin greatness", Blaise replied with a snort.

"Slytherin."

"You too Potter? You chose Gryffindor?", Draco asked.

"No offense, but you were a prat. I was literally just introduced to the wizarding world and was told that every wizard who had gone bad was sorted into Slytherin. I was a very impressionable 11 year old. Sometimes I wish I had gotten sorted into Slytherin. It could've changed a lot. That's what I mean though. Wormtail was a Gryffindor, Quirrell was a Ravenclaw. House doesn't matter as much as people say it does. If we go back, that's what I want to change."

"Enough of this depressing shit. I need a drink. Then we can put in the dinner order and start face masks. Potter, what do you want?", Pansy asked.

"Give him my usual, just lighter on the alcohol. He doesn't drink away his problems like the rest of us", Draco snorted.

"Wonderful, we need a designated driver when we go out. If you survive the night Potter, you're free to hang out with us whenever. Pansy is a force of nature, but I suppose if you can survive our Draco you can survive her."

"Survive? Excuse you Zabini, I am a gift to this world."

"DId we keep the receipt?"

Harry laughed, and Draco threw a pillow at him.

"He said it!"

"You're supposed to be on my side, Potter. That's how this works."

"My most sincere apologies."

"Damn right they are."

"So Potter, what's the gossip? Are you single or are you back with the Weasley girl?", Blaise asked.

"Single."

"Very interesting indeed. I won't say anything of course, I just like to be in the know."

"All Slytherins are terrible gossips, but Blaise can be trusted", Draco confirmed.

"I'm going to see what's taking Pansy so long. Then I want to know about how all of this came to be, because last I checked you two couldn't be in the same room for two minutes without throwing insults at each other."

As soon as Blaise left Draco was checking up on Harry.

"Are you alright Scarhead? Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can do for you?", Draco asked quietly enough so any coming upstairs wouldn't hear them.

"Relax Prince, I'm okay. Really. Believe me you would know if I wasn't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Draco released a breath and sat next to Harry on the bed, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"So you still want to stay then?"

"Yes I still want to stay, but I expect cuddles during this horrible movie you said I'd be watching."

"I'll be teased relentlessly for it. My reputation will be in shambles, but I suppose I can do it for you."

"Good."

"You two better not be snogging in there", Pansy warned, kicking open the door.

"Yeah, not without me!"

"If you weren't holding my drink I would hex you."

"Let it be known that I am extremely gay Potter. Even more gay than Draco I fear", Blaise announced dramatically.

"Can we just take the stupid picture so I can drink this please?", Pansy asked, already irritated with their antics.

"We always take a toasting picture for each hangout", Draco explained.

"Want me to?", Harry asked.

"As if you can skip tradition, Potter. Oh no, this is your initiation. Sit there and smile like you're having the time of your life as you hold up your drink."

Harry did as instructed, all the while thinking about how Pansy and Hermione could be friends. As she went off to the other side of the room with Blaise to unpack the facemasks, Harry whispered into Draco's ear that he had his own Hermione.

"That's kind of funny actually. That makes Blaise the Weasel, and I'm you. Huh."

"Potter, can I fix your eyebrows?", Pansy asked.

"Absolutely not. You'll pluck him like a chicken. I'll do it."

"I'm not going to pluck them, I'm going to thread them. I fixed Blaise's eyebrows last week. He was my guinea pig and he looks hot. So, Potter?"

"Why not?"

Harry downed his drink as Pansy squealed and made him take a before picture.

"Draco, put on the music, let's get this party started."