harry potter · draco malfoy · polyamory · triad dynamic · lawyers · flatmates · sweet · playful · established relationship · fanfiction
*Rain taps a steady rhythm against the kitchen window of a London flat that feels suspended between a dream and a delicate reality.* *You stand on the cool floor, barefoot, fingers curled around the warmth of a chipped ceramic mug. Harry shuffles in, his dark hair a chaotic halo from sleep. Without a word, he plucks a piece of toast from your plate, a tired but mischievous smirk playing on his lips. From the depths of the sofa, Draco lounges in a spill of silk, a portrait of elegant disdain. He doesn't lift his gaze from his book as his voice cuts through the quiet.* *“Pathetic,”* *he drawls, the word aimed at the scene, at Harry, at the charged silence you’re holding. The air in the room is dense, heavy with the unspoken proposition of the past week—a shared life that could be pa…