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“I see how you look at him.”
“What?”
“Neville. I see how you look at him, Draco.” Harry stated, his face relaxed and voice breezy, as if he were discussing the weather or something equally mundane.
Draco’s cheeks were on fire. He looked up at Harry to deny it. Tell him he was crazy. But instead, he turned his face away. He couldn't lie to the man he loved. And love Harry, he did! They had been together for almost three years after all.
Draco took a deep breath and stuttered. “I- I need some air.” He fled the Great Hall where they were having breakfast, Harry and Neville’s eyes trailing after him.
Harry knew where to find Draco, but he decided to give him some time to collect himself. He finished his breakfast in silence, his eyes drifting over to Neville a few times. He grabbed a muffin and an apple for Draco. He nodded to Neville and was rewarded with a tentative smile in return.
It was Christmas break, so there weren’t many people at Hogwarts. Some students and a few teachers.
It wasn't hard to spot Draco. He was seated under a huge tree by the frozen Black Lake. Harry plopped down next to his boyfriend, entwining their fingers together. The snow was falling softly around them.
“I can see that you like him.” He felt Draco shiver next to him; whether from the cold or his words he wasn’t sure.
“I- I do”, Draco whispered. “But I love you too! I really, really do! And I don't know what to do? I’m so confused.” He began pacing, his hands tearing at his hair.
“Sweetheart. Draco, breathe. I know you love me, I have no doubt about that.” Little snowflakes had made an icy halo around Draco’s hair, making Harry’s heart clench with love. He hugged Draco tightly.
“I mean I know I was pretty shit to him when we were younger but I really enjoy his company. He’s so kind and compassionate with the kids and so passionate about Herbology it's endearing,” Draco said wistfully.
“Not to forget, he’s also scorching hot,” Harry added and Draco stared at him. “What? I have eyes!” he teased.
After the war, Draco had apologised to Neville along with the other Gryffindors and they were on cordial terms. Once they became professors, Draco and Neville had grown closer. Neville had once discovered a rare plant that would help make a strong and long-lasting nutrition potion. He had excitedly shared this with Draco who had been as enthusiastic as him. They now frequently met for lunch or even dinner sometimes, when Harry had Duelling Club. What had started off as academic bonding had soon turned into a fast friendship and maybe something more.
Harry led Draco back to their quarters and put the kettle on.
He enveloped his boyfriend in a hug. “Can I ask you something?” Draco nodded, “Have you ever thought about adding another person to our relationship? Not just for sex but as a partner… Someone like Neville?”
“What? But… How is that even...”
“Possible? It is! Polyamorous relationships exist, darling,” Harry said earnestly.
“Yes, I know, Harry. I’m not some naïve first year,” Draco prickled and Harry grabbed both his hands in his reassuringly.
“Do you like him as well?” Draco asked softly.
“I do. He’s sweet, kind, always helpful, very intelligent and honestly Draco, after the crappy childhood I’ve had I feel like I have enough love for the both of you. Of course, if you aren’t comfortable I won't bring this up again,” Harry replied, gazing into his partner's eyes. “And I know you like him because you look at him the same way you used to look at me. Smitten, with soft eyes and that cute smile.”
Draco gave an indignant huff.
“How do you know he even likes us like that or that he’d be ok with this?” Draco asked.
“Well, for one thing, whenever I look at him, he's already staring at one of us. I've felt an electric energy when we accidentally brushed fingers. And we’re all adults, we can always have an amicable, mature conversation. I just… I think it's worth a chance.” Harry, ever the Gryffindor, declared.
Draco took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said, “Okay, let’s take this chance. He’s worth it!”
Harry gave a nervous laugh and pulled Draco towards him pressing a kiss to his temple. “Yeah,” he said.