Cass smirked at the kiss, taking the chance to grab Harry's hair and kiss him again. 'So the big question - does Pansy know about us?' he asked, before laughing. 'Of course she doesn't, the then answered. If she did she'd have suggested a threesome long ago.'
He stepped back a bit when Harry lifted up Polly, his instinct telling him that there was more to this relationship than just sex. Pansy would never leave him alone like this with Polly if there wasn't. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to have him somewhere else when he was seeing Pansy? Because why else would he ask him to wait rather than bring him with her.
And all week? How did Harry know that? Was he staying here? He certainly was acting as if he was, and Polly was reaching up for him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Definitely something else there.
'Are you worried Pansy will be upset if she finds out you're fucking me?' he asked straight out. 'Because I'm fairly certain she won't be. She's fucking me after all.'
'And I've known Pansy since we were children,' he said with a grin. 'I'll just go with you, I've seen her ill before. Just dote on her even more than usual and she'll be happy.'