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Harry had finally convinced them to get a tellyvision and Draco couldn’t say he minded. He could admit that he probably spent more time in front of it than either of his partners, though. He had a weakness for cooking shows. He was a man of refined tastes and enjoyed seeing what kind of foods the contestants came up with. Draco wasn’t the best cook in their household, but he could manage in the kitchen if pressed. He’d make a mess of the whole thing before he was done, and both Blaise and Harry would throw a fit, but the dishes were edible.
His favourite show was The Great British Bake Off and neither of his partners complained when he destroyed the kitchen in pursuit of some new baked delicacy. Most of Draco’s culinary skills were subpar, but his baking could trump both Blaise and Harry’s combined.
Harry liked The Graham Norton Show. He somehow enjoyed watching the muggle famous people be made fun of by this talk show host. Draco suspected Harry liked seeing people who were famous for such an innocuous reason as being on the telly itself, rather than fighting for their lives since infancy. A more pleasant kind of celebrity. Though, Draco could admit that Graham was a funny bloke. His humour was wry at times and Draco found himself laughing as often as not at his antics.
Blaise enjoyed muggle sport most. He’d watch football or rugby, or, if he were in a certain mood, even indulge in that crude American football. Everyone in the house knew when Blaise was watching sport. He’d yell at the telly as if he were in the arena, cheering on or booing some player or call of the referee. He sometimes went to muggle pubs during game days to watch with the other sport fans there since neither Harry nor Draco were as active as he was. Draco didn’t care for football, as it was like imitation Quidditch except much more boring. Harry watched with Blaise sometimes, but he didn’t share nearly Blaise’s level of enthusiasm.
They didn’t really share tastes in telly shows, but they’d all still snuggle together on the couch to watch together if they found something they could all tolerate. They had a movie turned on with Blaise perched across the couch, back pressed to the furthest corner. Strewn across Blaise’s lap laid Harry, whom himself had an armful of Draco.
Blaise’s attention was focussed on the telly, but his fingers ran idly through Harry’s perpetually dishevelled hair. They’d get caught in a tangle every now and then and he’d gently work through it before stroking again. Harry’s attention was mostly on Draco, who looked as satisfied as a kitten, having both Harry and Blaise’s legs encasing him on both sides.
Harry held Draco’s lithe figure, playing with the fingers of his left hand. Harry admired again how slim and pretty they looked, but knowing that they were strong, too. Draco’s right hand was busy picking up sweets he’d made from the plate in his lap. He’d eat a piece, then lift one above his head for Harry to bite. Then he’d grab another and reach all the way back to Blaise. Blaise was focussed on the telly, but he never seemed too distracted to notice Draco’s confections in his face. He’d gently snag the sweet before him and kiss the fingers that delivered it before going back to his programme.
Their kitchen was a mess again from Draco’s efforts, but that was a problem for after their movie was ended and their treats were eaten.