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“Did you hear what I just said? Harry?”
Harry picked up his wine glass and nearly poured half of it down his shirt.
“Oh shit. Sorry, what was that?” He wiped at the red liquor now dribbling down his chin.
Draco reached down and gently pinched his boyfriend on the bum.
“Ow! What was that for?” He squirmed in his seat and glared back at his seat companion.
“I’m trying to get my partner to notice me, the poor snake in this den of lions I got dragged into. So please pay me a little more attention, if you have any to spare.” The pout on his face was reminiscent of a younger version of him that didn’t get first dibs on the most expensive broom in the room.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. But speaking of umm snakes… I think I discovered something potentially more interesting.” His voice dropped almost to a whisper as he said the last part. He stuffed a whole purple deviled egg in his mouth, then some garbled words came out. “Hol’ on. Wath this.”
He cast a furtive glance around, then proceeded to drop his fork on the ground in a manner that was definitely not fake and staged at all. “Oops!”
Draco looked slightly mortified at this and coughed a bit then took a large swallow of wine from his glass. He tried to casually look around to see if anyone else had noticed.
Remus sat with Teddy to Harry’s right and he was distracted with a lap full of toddler. His aunt Andromeda sat to Draco’s left and was engaged in a conversation with Luna.
His godfather Severus sat across from them and next to his fellow professor Hermione Granger. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation of some sort too. They look awfully… cozy. Before he could further speculate on that image before him, his own partner popped back up, his usually messy hair even more rumpled.
“Ha! Got my fork, whoops!” Harry let out the worst, fake laugh. Draco internally cringed and just awkwardly pat his shoulder, then pulled him closer to whisper into his ear.
“What the fuck was that?” He hissed as quietly as he could manage while still looking proper.
“Oh my god, Draco. You won’t believe what I just saw!” His partner whispered back.
“Do… I want to know?” Draco narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously as he started to take a sip of his drink.
Harry leaned over and once again whispered something in his ear.
The blond wizard proceeded to choke on his wine.
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“Do you think we should’ve said something to them?” A red scarf wrapped around a bushy head of brown curls.
“No, let them believe they’re clever for now.” A leather glove wrapped hand reached out to fix the scarf and smooth down the curls.
“It’s just a bit amusing really. You’d think they would’ve noticed earlier. We just went to the Malfoys’ dinner party last week!”
“Well, for starters, they’re not actually that smart. You should know, you did Potter’s homework for years, didn’t you? And Draco was always behind you in marks, though not for lack of trying.”
“Hey, give him a break. You know they both had–”
“A lot on their plate, yes yes, we’ve been over this. No need to remind me.”
“Yes, well, anyway. When did we agree we would say something?”
“Mmm yes, that. I would be very honored to personally escort you to the Halloween Ball.”
“Is this your romantic way of asking me?”
“...Perhaps.”
“Well then, you’re lucky that you’re already sharing a bed with me and I like you. Yes, I would like that!”
“Then it’s settled. We shall see if we can make any more of our peers choke on their drinks that night.”
The couple strolled down the street hand in hand and seemed to press even closer together to escape the chill of the crisp night air.