Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: florahart
From: mindabbles

Title: The Elements of a Fair Trade
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Pansy, Harry/Pansy, Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: partner swap (swinging)
Other Warnings/Content: anal, oral, and vaginal sex, rimming, voyeurism, a little dirty talk
Word Count: 5,500
Summary/Description: Pansy is sure Ron would like to give a swap a go. And then, when Draco confesses his secret worry—sort of—she realises that she absolutely has to do it for friendship. Well, that and the opportunity to make a second war hero beg.
Author's Notes: Thank you prompter for an amazing prompt. I so hope you enjoy this. Thank you to the mods for another amazing Kinky Kristmas and for their understanding. Much love to my betas. Happy Holidays everyone.



Step one: identify the need

Pansy curls her hands around Ron's ribs, bracing herself as she kneels astride him. The tip of his cock slides along her wet folds and she gasps when it drags over her clit.

"Fuck," he grunts, trying to thrust up into her. He's wild-eyed, tossing his head from side to side.

She laughs and presses down on his chest, holding him in place. She rolls her hips so his cock slips over her again, catching just a bit as the head passes over her entrance.

He grabs her hips, trying to angle her so he can slip inside her body. He's quaking with need.

"This is just how I like you," Pansy says, looking down at him, trembling and beside himself. She grabs his wrists and pushes his hands over his head, pressing them into the mattress.

"Pansy, for fuck's—" he grinds out. "Please."

She leans close to his face and works the tip of his cock inside her. "That kiss got you all hot and bothered."

"What?" he blinks dazedly at her. His lips are parted around ragged breaths. He rolls his hips, trying to get more friction on his cock.

"You liked watching them," she says. "It turns you on, the way they can't keep their hands off each other."

He groans as she sinks down, just a little more, onto his cock. She clenches around him and bites her lip at the effort not to just grind into him and fuck him into the mattress. The wait will pay off in spades.

"It's Draco you like to watch though, isn't it?"

"Pansy—"

"Don't you wonder?" she asks, sliding back. He's almost all the way inside her now. "Don't you wonder what he looks like when he fucks?"

His mouth is open and his eyes closed. He's flushed so pink it almost obliterates his freckles. Pansy flexes her knees so she's sitting fully on him, his cock deep inside her.

"You like it when I use my fingers. Imagine what it's like for Harry when it's Draco's pretty, long cock." She rises up and slides back down, slowly. "Tell me you think about what it would be like to have his pretty, long cock inside you."

"No—I. Oh god, you—" he moans, thrusting up into her, pushing harder and faster as she talks.

"I'm not jealous, darling," she purrs. She moves her hands from his wrists and splays them on his chest, brushing fingers over his nipples. "I love that you think about it," she says, rocking forward so that his cock drags over her clit. Sharp pleasure races up her spine. "I'd love to see him fuck you."

His eyes open wide. His muscles tense. He's so hard inside her and he looks utterly shocked by the orgasm that seizes him and makes him writhe and shake. She grips his shoulders and rides him, angling him so that she can feel him everywhere. She stares into his glazed over eyes. It gets her every time, how she can break him down and make him needy. It gets her every time how badly he wants her.

"Ah, Ron," she moans. He winces as her red nails dig in to his shoulders. She clenches around him and waves of pleasure threaten to knock her over.

She falls forward onto his body, her cheek to his warm chest. His arms come around her, folding her into his fond embrace.

"God, you amaze me," he murmurs. "Every time."

"I like to keep you on your toes."

He colours. "Er, yeah." He clears his throat and shifts so he can look at her. "What you said before. You think—Draco? I sort of thought it would be Harry who did the—not that I—"

She laughs and rolls him on top of her, kissing him deeply.

This is going to be fun.

Step two: identify the parties involved

It's one of those clear, crisp winter days with a sky so blue it doesn't seem real. The air is so cold that steam rises off the Thames. Pansy loves to walk by the river on days like today. She slips her arm through the crook of Draco's elbow. He smiles and pulls her closer.

"That was the worst vichyssoise I have ever had," Pansy says.

"Tasted like primary school paste," Draco says. "We should have just gone to the Leaky Cauldron. Unrefined but predictable."

"Speaking of unrefined, how are things with your delicious boyfriend? You haven't been going on about the virtues of his arse as you usually do. Has the blush faded?"

Draco laughs. "Things are perfect. His arse is as spectacular as ever. I am capable of talking of other things."

"Of course you are," Pansy says. "You just usually don't manage it on more than one cocktail."

"Mm," Draco hums. He smiles absently and Pansy imagines which of Harry's considerable virtues he's ruminating over. "Are you ever going to have sex with a woman again?" Draco asks.

"Sorry?" Pansy asks. Not what she was expecting. At all.

"Do you ever miss being with women?" Draco asks. He doesn't look at her, which means he's not just trying to wind her up.

"Are you considering a defection?"

"Merlin no," Draco says, with a shudder. "I'm not asking for me."

"Right. Of course," she says. "I'm the only person you know, other than Harry, who enjoys both curves and angles," she says. She pauses. "Oh, so there is trouble in paradise."

"There's nothing of the kind. I thought you might offer some insight."

"We're not all the same you know, darling." She touches his arm.

Draco stops and pulls her close as a young family walks by. "I think he should, though. He wants to, I can tell, and I'd like him to just do it and be done with it. And you can stop looking at me with those cow eyes. He's not leaving me. He adores me."

"So tell him he can," Pansy says. "There's no shortage of women who'd oblige him."

"Pansy, we're talking about Harry Potter. He'd sooner step off a cliff than be disloyal. Even if I told him I didn't mind and wanted to hear all about it when he came home, he wouldn't do it."

"Maybe he doesn't want to. Surely you're enough for any one person to handle."

"I want him to be happy and I don't want him to wake up with regrets when we're old and shrivelled," Draco says.

"You'll never be old and shrivelled." He levels her with a stare. "He's really got you, doesn't he? You're twisted around his heroic little finger."

"Oh, shut up. You're twisted around your big, burly hero every chance you get."

"I mean it," Pansy says. "You're worried."

"I'm not," Draco says, shrugging. "Not really. Like I said, he would never do anything disloyal."

Step three: define the terms

Draco should never worry about anything, if she can help it. He's been through enough. He deserves every single scrap of happiness he can beg, borrow, or manipulate in this life.

"Ron, my love," she calls. "Keep Thursday free. We're having Mr and Mrs Malfoy for dinner."

Ron appears in the doorway to the living room, a look of abject horror on his face.

"You're so sexy when you panic," she says. She walks to him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. "I mean Draco and Harry."

"You mean Harry and Draco?"

He runs his hands down her back and cups her arse. He presses against her body and she feels his half-hard cock pressing against her, ready for her so quickly every time.

"Who?" she asks. She stands on her toes and kisses him.

Step four: implement the exchange

"This is delicious," Harry says.

He eats like it's something sexual. He inhales deeply, sliding the fork into his mouth, his face a mask of pleasure. Draco has told her that he didn't get enough to eat as a child, but she prefers to see this as his deeply sensuous nature.

Draco watches him and Harry casts glances and small smiles his way.

"Made it myself," Ron says, laughing.

"Idiot," Harry says and the two of them grin tipsy grins at each other.

"He sent the owl order in, he means," she says. She summons another bottle of wine.

Pansy stands and walks around behind Harry. She refills his wine goblet, bending over him so her hair brushes his cheek. Harry clears his throat.

Draco's hand moves to Harry's knee and Pansy watches it slide up his thigh. Harry lets his legs fall open and Draco's fingers wrap around the inside of Harry's thigh. Harry tilts his head. His face is inches from hers, his eyes are wide.

"Weasley," Draco says quietly. He looks at Ron through his impossibly long lashes and he smoulders. "I think your fiancée is trying to get us drunk."

"She doesn't have to try very hard," Ron says. He's concentrating on emptying his wine. He looks up at Draco. "Er, time for the pudding? Think so." He stands so quickly that he bangs the table, and wine from his over-full goblet splashes onto the cream-coloured tablecloth.

Harry starts and leans back. Draco withdraws his hand. "I'll help you," Harry says, hurrying to follow Ron. "Be right back."

"It takes how many wizards to bring in dessert?" Pansy asks. The slight hitch to Harry's walk and the edge to his voice make her hum with anticipation. She makes a point of following Harry with her eyes as he goes. She makes sure that Ron sees her.

"Pansy," Draco says, as soon as they are gone from the room. "Don't think I don't see what you're up to."

"You had such a sad little worried face the other day. I can't let you walk about so anxious."

"Let me see if I have this right," Draco draws his finger around the rim of his goblet. "You're fucking my boyfriend with your eyes so that I will be more relaxed?"

"Yes, and you can either help the cause by doing the same to mine or make this more difficult by pretending that both of us haven't fantasised about this."

"Speak for yourself."

"Oh, I do," she says. She checks her reflection in the back of a serving spoon and raises her wand to her lips, painting them a deeper red to match the wine. "It's rather exciting, making a war hero beg. And if one is good, more is better."

"If you mention Granger or Longbottom, I'm going to lose that expensive dinner you ordered."

"So, he does beg."

"You're a viper. I told you. He won't do it."

"Don't be dense, darling. You want him to have a go with a woman. I can think of worse ways to spend an evening, and you know I won't get all soppy about him. You're here and if you're getting off on it, it's not cheating."

"I'm not sure he'll agree with your logic."

"You will make him see sense," she says.

Draco rolls his eyes. "And are Ronald and I to play chess while you two are fucking?"

"Oh, no. No, no. I have something I'd like to watch as well."

"That's slightly more interesting," Draco says. He checks his reflection in side of a silver goblet. He doesn't make a single adjustment.

She smiles. She's got him.

"Pudding," Ron says. He's holding a tray aloft with a charm. His cheeks are pink and the air is thick between him and Harry. They both walk into the room as if they're expecting an ambush. This might be even easier than she thought it would be.

Draco saunters over to stand in front of Ron and Ron jerks comically to a stop. He stares while Draco dips his finger into one of the glasses of chocolate mousse. His lips turn red with raspberry sauce, and Ron isn't the only one staring.

"Put it on the table," Draco says.

"I—" Ron says.

"We—" Harry adds.

"Whatever your plans," Draco says, his voice a pretty purr, "We have better ones."

Ron looks as if he's been stupefied. Draco looks gorgeous in the low light. He tilts his head and leans in for a kiss. He's not tentative. The tray of desert glasses falls to the table with a clatter and Ron drops his wand. His arms hang at his sides, but he moves his head, angling to deepen the kiss.

She glances at Harry and, to her relief, he's staring open mouthed, his hand pressing against a prominent erection. She moves behind him.

"They look scrumptious, don't they?" she murmurs, leaning close to his ear.

Draco pushes his knee between Ron's legs. Ron moans softly and presses against him. His clenched fists finally move from his sides, grasping folds of Draco's robes at his back.

"Fucking hell," Ron mutters when Draco steps back. His cheeks are on fire. His gaze rakes up and down Draco's body and his chest heaves.

Pansy stands next to Harry, at his side. She trails her hand down his arm and his breath hitches. He doesn't move.

"Draco," Harry says, almost a whisper.

Draco is in front of Harry in an instant. He fists his hand in Harry's hair and kisses him like he's trying to devour him. The kiss lingers and Draco flattens his body against Harry's.

"Bloody hell," Ron mutters, his voice dripping with desire.

They are stunning together and she hates to interrupt them. She almost considers revising her plan—watching them while Ron...well, almost. Then Draco pulls away and Harry looks completely dazed. Draco gives Harry's shoulder a little shove and Harry is facing her. She moves before he can clear that gorgeous lust-soaked fog from his eyes. She presses her lips to his and they're still wet from Draco's kiss. It's nothing like a first kiss. He dives in like he's jumping off a cliff, like a kiss that was interrupted and they've just finally found their way back to each other.

Good god, if this is what Draco gets every night. It's like she's the only other person in the world. Draco is behind Harry, his back against Harry's chest. Draco's hand trails down Harry's arm and his finger's brush Pansy's. She curls her tongue around Harry's and he follows her lead, exploring her mouth and building the kiss until he presses against her and she feels his prick hard against her stomach. Draco's fingers rub against her hip and she realises that he's steering Harry's movements, urging him closer to her.

She blinks her eyes open and leans away to catch her breath. Harry grinds back against Draco even as he curls his hands around her hips. Ron looks like he can't decide whether to run from the room or pull out the erection she can see from here and just watch.

"Someone's looking neglected," she says.

"Are we—?" Ron stammers. He reaches down and cups his cock through his robes.

"Yeah," Harry says. He turns his head and captures Draco's mouth in another searing kiss. Draco's arms come around Harry and he holds him and kisses him back.

"I know you wonder, love," she says quietly, when Ron catches her eye.

Draco pulls himself away from Harry's kiss and turns again to Ron. He unfastens his robe and lets it drop from his shoulders. Draco is beautiful in his white shirt and grey trousers, simple elegance and sex personified. Ron reaches out for Draco and runs his finger down the pearly shirt buttons, each one popping open at the pass of his finger.

"So you can think for yourself." Draco smirks.

"Your job is to make it so he can't," Pansy says and Harry, right behind her, lets out a soft little moan. "Finish undressing him, darling."

They reach for each other, both obeying her, and her heart beats against her rib cage. She knows just how it feels to have Ron's rough fingers skate across your skin.

"Draco, would you mind sucking his cock?" she asks. Her voice is as even as she can make it. "I have a feeling you're better at that than I am."

"He's bloody astounding," Harry says. His cock presses against her arse and she grinds against him.

Draco conjures a pillow and drops it on the floor. He falls to his knees in front of Ron. He smoothes his hands over Ron's thighs and tilts his head to the side, as if studying the best way to solve a puzzle.

"Oh, Merlin," Ron groans. He arches his body toward Draco, all nervous eagerness.

"Get ready for the best blow job of your life, mate," Harry says with proprietary pride.

"Enough chatter," Draco mutters and he takes Ron's cock in his mouth.

"Now that they're busy," Pansy says, and she turns and kisses Harry. She knows he's keeping one eye open, watching Draco lick and suck Ron's cock until Ron falls into the chair behind him. "Take off my clothes."

"Yeah," he moans. Ron is swearing and gasping behind them. Harry yanks her robe from her shoulders and she sheds the camisole beneath. He looks down and his hands cup her breasts tentatively, barely touching. She arches into his touch and he stays maddeningly gentle.

"They're breasts, not crystal," she says. "You're not exactly known for a light touch. Don't disappoint me."

"I just—"

"She likes a bit of, well, pressure," Ron says. His voice is rough and breathless. Draco is standing up now and Ron's cock is hard and glistening, his hand gently squeezing it.

"So does he," Harry says. He swipes his thumb over her nipples and she feels warmth flood her body. "What do you want?" he asks. He rubs over her nipples again and she arches into his touch.

"I could ask you the same," she says. She pulls his robes and shirt from his shoulders. He's every bit as lovely as she imagined, slim and muscular with pale skin and flat, copper-coloured nipples. She bends and circles her tongue around a nipple.

He grabs her head and gasps, "Fuck.."

She can feel Ron and Draco's eyes on her, hear that the noises from across the room have ceased for the moment as they stop to watch. Harry backs her up against the table. He lifts her effortlessly and her skirt hitches up as she spreads her legs to let him nestle between them.

"If you don't tell me, I'll just do what I like," Harry says. He falls to his knees in front of her and she can feel his breath on the inside of her thigh.

"That usually works out well for me," Draco adds.

Pansy looks over her shoulder at them, and Ron and Draco are standing, watching them. Draco lazily strokes Ron's cock and Ron reaches awkwardly and touches Draco's.

Harry kisses her sensitive skin, lips trailing from near her knee to the top of her thigh. His lips are warm and he's just a little rough, his fingers' gripping her hips. Every nerve ending tingles. He works his way along her thighs, pressing his open mouth to her skin. She lifts one foot to the table, spreading her legs as far as she can.

"Do it," Ron says. Then he coughs as if he never meant to say that aloud.

"Yeah?" Harry says. He glances up at her with a mischievous smile and leans in.

The first touch of his tongue makes her bones melt. She leans back on her hands or she'd fall over and angles her hips, urging him to find the right places and just the right pressure. It's just as intoxicating as she always thought it might be, being the focus of all that power. She grabs his hair and grips hard enough for him to feel it as he narrows his attentions to her clit, tongue laving over it again and again.

"You like that?" Draco purrs. Pansy can hardly hear him, his voice is so soft, or maybe it's the pounding of blood in her ears. "You like watching my lover drive her mad? He can make me come just with his tongue on my arse."

Harry moans against her and she feels the waves of pleasure building and rippling through her body.

"Merlin's—" Ron moans, his voice cracking.

"You want me to do that to you?" Draco asks.

Their voices are closer and Pansy opens her eyes to see that they've moved closer. Ron is staring, wide eyed, and Draco is behind him, hand reaching around to stroke his cock.

Harry flattens his tongue against her and licks hard and she imagines Draco on his knees, and Ron bent over, spread open and gasping and all of her senses narrow to the feeling of pleasure and she's clenching her thighs around Harry's head, coming so hard she forgets to breathe.

Harry holds her, hands wrapping around her hips, kissing her thighs and stomach and breasts as the waves pulse through her. He reaches her mouth and she grabs him, kissing him on the lips. His hard cock is against her stomach and he presses against her. She reaches for him, to guide him inside her.

"There's no hurry," he says, and he nods, gesturing to Ron and Draco.

They are in a world of their own. Draco is leaning against the table directly opposite Pansy. Ron's arms are around Draco's neck and Draco's hand moves between them, stroking both of their cocks.

"Not like this," Ron groans. "Fuck." He steps back and looks pleadingly at Pansy.

"Tell him what you want," Pansy says and Ron glares at her. "You have to say it."

Ron leans in and kisses Draco hard. Pansy can see him sliding his tongue past Draco's lips, fucking him with his tongue until Draco pushes him back.

"All right, Weasley," Draco says. He turns and bends at the waist, placing his hands on the table, and presenting his perfect, round arse to Ron like a gift. "My turn."

Ron coughs and glances at Pansy and Harry. Pansy glares at him. "Shit, okay, yeah," Ron stammers. "No, Malfoy. My turn," he says. He does an awkward little side-step and for a second it looks as if they are waltzing, but then Ron is in front of the table in the exact same position Draco was a moment ago.

"Finally," she says.

"You sure?" Harry asks, looking from Ron to Draco to Pansy.

"Yeah," Ron says. He glances back over his shoulder at Draco. The muscles in his shoulders and arms are tense. "Unless you're not up to it."

"He's up to it," Harry snaps, and then he colours.

"He most certainly is," Draco says. He grabs his wand from the sideboard behind him and clears the table with a charm. "No need to spill the wine. Now. Turn around. I have other ideas." Ron turns and Draco pushes him against the table and hoists him to sit on it. Draco gives Ron a shove until he's lying on his back, legs spread and dangling off the table. Draco summons his pillow and drops again to his knees. He leans close to Ron's body.

"Fuck, he's good at this too," Harry moans, stroking his cock. Pansy can feel his hand bumping against her hip.

"I'm good at all of it," Draco says. He leans in and licks along Ron's cleft. His face presses in and Ron's head falls back onto the table with a thump.

Pansy pushes Harry's hands out of the way. His cock is longer and thinner than Ron's. Her hands close easily around it and she strokes him at the same speed he was touching himself. Harry's fingers slip between her folds and she rocks her hips in time to her strokes on his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ron chants. His hands clench in the tablecloth and he's pushing back against Draco's face. Draco's fingers dig into his hips. "More, fuck, do something, Malfoy."

Draco laughs smugly and stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Do you want me to fuck, you? I'm good at that, too."

Ron looks from Harry to Pansy. He stares at Pansy's hand on Harry's cock.

"Why are you looking at them? I asked you, Weasley." Draco gives Ron a gentle push, urging him further back on the table.

"I usually provide most of the direction," Pansy says, smiling at Ron as Harry's finger rubs over her clit. She nearly comes from the pressure of Harry's fingers and the fact that Ron doesn't object. "You want it," she says at the same time as Harry says, "If you want."

"Lie back," Draco says and Ron does.

"Watch them," Pansy says to Harry. She turns and Harry comes behind her, pressing against her back, hands moving over her breasts and stomach.

"Yeah," he says and he slips a finger inside her. "Although, I don't need direction."

"But he'll take it," Draco says. He lifts Ron's legs, hooking his ankles over his shoulders. He's already conjured lube and Pansy watches his biceps flex as he fucks Ron open with his fingers.

"He likes that," Pansy says.

"So do you," Harry whispers against her ear. His thumb presses against her arse as his fingers slide deeper inside her.

"You like this, do you?" Draco asks.

Ron rocks his hips, fucking himself harder on Draco's fingers. He's groaning and muttering threats and curses that Pansy can't quite make out. Draco murmurs, "Okay, okay," and he pulls out his fingers and holds his cock to Ron's entrance. Pansy stares at Ron's face as Draco thrusts slowly forward. She needs to see the moment that Draco's cock pushes into him. Every muscle in his face, his neck, his shoulders, tenses. He holds his breath.

"Breathe," Harry says softly.

Ron exhales through his teeth. Draco's eyes are locked with Harry's as he pushes slowly into Ron and then stops. He waits for Ron to breathe again and Pansy watches as Ron's face melts into bliss.

Harry places his hand in the middle of her back, urging her forward over the table. She bends and leans on her elbows and Harry slides his cock between her legs.

"Mm," she hums, rolling her hips so his cock slips through her wetness and rubs against her clit.

Draco pulls back and pushes back in, starting to fuck Ron in slow, even strokes. Ron lies back on the table again and he grabs Draco's arms. He's breathing in ragged short gasps and Pansy can see that his flagged erection is starting to come back to life.

"Does he feel good, darling?" she asks, and both Ron and Draco hiss, Yes.

Harry's cock nudges at her entrance. "Okay?" he asks. "I want to fuck you."

"I thought you didn't take direction," she says, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Not asking for direction," he says. He slides his cock back over her clit and she gasps. "Asking for permission."

She's not going to make him beg. Not tonight anyway. She wants him inside her so badly she aches. "Yes," she says.

He enters her in one sure stroke and Draco watches Harry's face just as she watched Ron's. The hair on his abdomen tickles her lower back and he presses deep into her.

"Move," she says, pushing back against him. His hands curl around her waist and his cock slips almost all the way out and then slowly back in. "Again," she moans. "Harder," she says as much to Draco as to Harry.

Harry and Draco match each other's pace. Harry slams into her from behind again and again and Ron's body slides on the table with the force of Draco's thrusts.

"Fuck," Ron says. "I have to—"

"Touch him, Draco," Harry says. "Make him come."

"You too," Draco says, reaching between him and Ron. "I want to watch you make her come."

Harry moans and moves faster. His arm comes around her he slides his hand between her legs.

"No," she gasps. "You concentrate on fucking me." She bats his hand away and rubs over her clit in time to his thrusts. "Ron," she says. Her body is begging for more. Harry deeper, her finger harder. Draco grabs Ron's hips, fucking Ron faster as Harry picks up his pace. Ron is moving on his own now, rocking back against Draco flexing his legs on Draco's shoulders for leverage. "Ron, come."

"Fuck, Pansy, fuck," Ron gasps out. His whole body tenses and he comes in long pulses over Draco's fist. "Ah, ah, Pansy," he groans. He throws his arm over his face and collapses back on the table as Draco lowers his legs from his shoulders.

"I do all the work, she gets the credit," Draco grumbles. He slides out of Ron's body, but stays next to him, hand on his thigh.

"Fuck me," Pansy says, desperate to come now. Harry is sliding in and out of her and she feels so wet and open and she wants this to go on forever, but she needs to come and she wants to go to Ron.

"Harder," Draco says. "You can do better than that." He strokes his cock. His eyes are on Harry's face. Pansy sees in Draco's expression of pure lust that Harry is about to come. She moves her finger in tight circles around her clit and Harry fucks her and his hips stutter as she clenches around him. She pushes back against him and closes her eyes as her vision goes white. Harry's cock moves into her as her body pulses. He groans loud and low and then he stills. His forehead thuds onto her back.

"Merlin," Draco moans, fucking his fist until his comes, his pale skin flushing pink.

Harry's cock slips from her body and he steps away, trailing a gentle hand down her back. Draco comes to him and wraps himself around Harry and they're kissing and moaning softly in the time it takes Pansy to walk around the table to Ron.

She pulls him into her arms and brushes back his damp hair.

"Thank you," he whispers only for her, and kisses her tenderly.

Step five: revaluate the terms

"It's wrong," Blaise says. He pours more wine into her goblet.

"Very wrong." She nods, sipping the wine.

"Don't patronize me." He paces across the room.

"I'm agreeing with you." She glances at the clock on the mantelpiece she has about five minutes before Ron's lunch break in which to end this impromptu visit.

"I never see you anymore," he grouses. "Because of a bloody Weasley. It's wrong, I tell you."

"I have a boyfriend who can't get enough of me," she says. "You should get one. Might help your disposition."

"Yeah, well, between you and Draco both shagging Gryffindors, and those Gryffindors at that, I think someone who's good with the Imperius Curse has a sick sense of humour."

"I tell you, you should try one. They're very good with their hands," she smiles sweetly at him over her goblet. "And other things."

"Draco's worse than you," he says, knitting his brows. "The way he looks at Potter."

"Have you seen the way Harry looks at Draco?"

"It still seems like Draco's on a road to get hurt. What if Potter decides he wants to go back to women?" Blaise stops pacing and Pansy can see that he's really concerned.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. Potter only has eyes for Draco," she says. "And besides, you know our dear Draco, he always has a plan."

"Who's planning what?" Ron walks into the room. Pansy didn't hear him come in. She still feels a little thrill at seeing him when they've been apart for even a few hours. "I missed you this morning," he says, and then he adds, "Zabini." He sits down next to Pansy and pulls her into an embrace, taking his time to kiss her slowly. "Er, what's he doing here?" he whispers when he ends the kiss.

She opens her mouth to answer and the Floo roars to life. Harry and then Draco tumble from it. As soon as they're through, Harry pulls Draco against him and kisses his forehead.

"Missed you all morning," Harry says, and Draco leans to kiss him on the lips.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Blaise says, stepping up to the Floo. "Cheers, all." He tosses in a handful of Floo powder and is gone in a swirl of green.

"Lunch, gentlemen?" Pansy asks as soon as he's gone.

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Draco asks. Harry and Ron both laugh a little nervously.

"Call it what you like," she says. "I had some thoughts about mutually beneficial additions to our arrangement."

Harry and Draco sit down on the sofa, Draco nearly in Harry's lap. Ron wraps his arms around her waist.

"We're listening," they say in unison.