Harry was getting used to being manhandled out of the common room by one or both of the Weasley twins by now. He didn't put up a fight, letting them drag him up to their dorm room. "What are you two planning now?" he asked suspiciously. They sent him identical innocent grins, which didn't fool Harry for a second. "Nothing untoward!" Fred insisted.
"We were just talking about you," George said conversationally.
"As we often do."
"And we realised that we're putting an awful lot of trust in that boyfriend of yours."
"We know you say he's alright, but you're a bit daft sometimes."
"No offence."
"So we were thinking, as the only two of your brothers who know the truth." "We should meet him, properly, make sure he's actually a decent bloke like you say he is."
Harry wasn't thrown off by the alternating sentences, but their words did make him blink. "You've met Draco," he said, perplexed. "Many times. Played quidditch against him. Remember?"
Both twins rolled their eyes. "We've met Malfoy," George clarified.
"Slytherin Prince and pureblood prat," Fred added helpfully.
"We haven't met Draco. Not your Draco, anyway." "And we thought you might hex us if we took that meeting upon ourselves."
"So we decided to ask you if you'd arrange something." George looked hopeful, leaning against a bedpost. "It's obvious you're mad about him. I know you said Sirius and Lupin have met him, so obviously he's not terrible since they approve, but…"
"You're family," Fred finished, his tone surprisingly serious. "And if he's everything you say he is, then hell, he might end up family too, one day." Harry blushed furiously — that was getting very far ahead, Merlin, they were only fourteen!
"So can we meet your boyfriend?" they finished in unison.
There was a funny little warmth curling in Harry's chest. The twins wanted to meet Draco, to see him how Harry saw him, to genuinely get to know him. Even Neville hadn't said anything more about Draco since the Yule Ball. "You promise you'll be nice to him?" he asked cautiously. George grinned at him, for once without any mischief or dramatics.
"He makes you happy," he said simply. "That's enough to at least get a pass on any pranks for one meeting."
"After that, we'll decide," Fred finished with a smirk. Harry snorted; that was all he could ask for, he supposed. Even he didn't get a complete free pass for prank immunity. Though that could be because the twins had discovered Harry would give back as good as he got, after spending half a summer living with Sirius and Remus. Harry still hadn't told them the truth about the two Marauders; he was saving that little gem for when he needed it most.
"I'm meeting Draco tomorrow night," he said eventually. "I'll check with him, but you two can come with me."
The twins beamed. Harry hoped he was making the right choice. The more people he had on Draco's side when they eventually went public about their relationship, the better.
Harry managed to catch Draco after breakfast the next morning, and the blond looked incredibly uneasy at the prospect of being introduced to the twins as Harry's boyfriend. But after a promise of no pranks — and several kisses to ease his nerves — Draco agreed to the meeting, and so Harry found himself squeezed under the invisibility cloak with the two tall redheads that night after curfew.
"This thing is amazing," George murmured softly, in awe of the cloak. "No wonder you sneak about so much."
"Can we borrow it sometime?" Fred asked. "This would come in handy for so many things!"
"As long as you're careful with it," Harry agreed. "It was my dad's." He was pretty sure his dad would like the idea of the twins using his cloak to cause mischief. Sirius certainly would.
They reached the empty Charms classroom and Harry nudged the door open, smiling to see Draco perched on the teacher's desk inside. The Slytherin was nervous, Harry could tell by the line of his shoulders, but there wasn't a sign of it on his face. Harry dropped the cloak, greeting Draco with a grin. "Hi," he said quietly, taking a step forward, then hesitating as the twins appeared behind him. He'd never kissed Draco in front of another person before. Was it okay if he did?
The light in Draco's eyes dimmed a little when Harry didn't move towards him, and that made up his mind; he closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together without hesitation, even as his cheeks turned red. One of the twins — he was pretty sure it was George — let out a wolf-whistle.
"Our little boy's all grown up, kissing Slytherins." That was definitely George, mock-sniffing and wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye.
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