Harry and Draco meet each other's friends and family for dinner.
“I don’t have any friends, Potter,” Draco says, and the last name hurts, is meant to hurt, even though Harry knows Draco is feeling defensive and vulnerable. Still, Harry feels a sting right through his ribcage. “How can this possibly be reciprocal? I can’t take you round to my friends, my family is -”
“You have friends,” Harry says, steadily. “And family. Andromeda and Teddy.”
“They like you better,” Draco pouts, and Harry feels affection bubbling up to the surface despite himself.
“We’ll start with them, then,” he concedes. “And work our way up to Hermione and Ron.
Draco doesn’t say no, and Harry inwardly celebrates a small victory in getting Draco to come out of his cocoon of defensive self-loathing.
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