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Ever since Harry joined their relationship, Blaise stopped going out. Harry was there to have sex on the few occasions where Blaise desired the warmth of a body pressed against him. Harry didn’t desire sex, but he liked the feel of it and certainly didn’t mind the weigh of Blaise surrounding him. And when Harry couldn’t keep up with Blaise’s rampant desire for release, well, his hand still worked perfectly fine.
It was all good for Draco. The anxiety he felt whenever Blaise went on the prowl vanished. He no longer feared that Blaise would leave him for something he couldn’t give. And Blaise made sure to drown Draco in almost just as much affection as before. What he didn’t heap on Draco, he saved for Harry. And Draco could never be jealous of that.
Not only could Draco tell that Harry was starved of affection before he joined them, but Harry gave just as good as he took. He melted whenever Draco played with his hair, or traced his scars, or snuggled against his chest. He was a puddle when Blaise kissed his forehead, or called him a pet name, or pulled Harry against his own chest in turn. But Harry was just as wont to play with Draco’s fingers, or style the loced twists of Blaise’s hair, or just touch any part of either of them that was readily and conveniently available. And if he could touch them both at once? All the better.
Draco thrived under their new dynamic. Not only did he never want for either affection or love, but he also got to watch both Harry and Blaise flourish, too. Blaise got sex that actually meant something, because he had it with someone he loves; Harry got the pleasure that sex could bring and the love that he actually craved. And Draco got to watch two people he was in love with, being in love with each other, and knowing that they both loved him, too.
Draco was sat on the fated couch where their dynamic really began, with drunken sex and frantic apologies and repressed feelings turning into hesitant professions. Where love was confirmed and like was confessed and two became three.
He and Harry had started an informal book club. They read books at roughly the same time and pace and discussed them. Though they had similar taste in books, they often had wildly different opinions on said books. It made for entertaining, and sometimes heated, debates. Blaise would occasionally have to break up one of their petty arguments and drag one or the other of them away as a distraction.
As Draco caught up on this week’s read, he heard Blaise’s rich baritone guffaw and Harry’s lighter chuckle from the room down the hall. Draco smiled, remembering that hearing them laugh together was a sound he’d craved to hear daily.
It wasn’t every day, but their home was filled with laughter. They still had the adjustment period of bringing in an extra person to an established relationship, bringing in another heart to ones they’d thought were full. But the challenges they faced were worth it. In the several months since they’d gotten together, Harry made both he and Blaise smile more, and Draco was surprised that was possible. For years, he’d thought Blaise made him the happiest he could possibly be. But who knew they both had a Harry-shaped hole in their lives that was just waiting to be filled.
Blaise said something in the other room and Harry’s laughter exploded out of him, ricocheting off the walls and landing sweetly in Draco’s ear, along with Blaise’s mischievous chortle. Draco’s smile stretched even further, feeling the warmth of home settle into him.