When worlds collide

Harry sat on the couch with Hermione on the floor reading between his knees while Draco fussed about housing choices.

“Well, if you’re going to throw millions around, might as well make sure the place is up to standard Potter!” He raved. “I’ll handle the realtor and the paperwork. You two handle... whatever it is you do."

Hermione gave a sharp nod, snapping her fingers for a notebook to begin making lists while she continued to read, never looking up. "I’ll need a list of reputable furniture stores in the city. We can’t just furnish these places with any old thing."

Harry sighed, leaning back against the couch as Peter and Wade exchanged amused glances. "This is going to be a whole thing, isn’t it?"

Hermione shot him a withering look. "Obviously. You may not care, but I refuse to live in some hastily furnished, mismatched nightmare."

Draco sipped his tea with a smirk. "You should be grateful, Potter. If Hermione weren’t here, I can only imagine what kind of disaster you'd end up with."

Harry chuckled. "Alright, alright. I’ll leave it to the experts. Just as long as I don’t come home to pink walls or anything crazy."

Wade perked up at that. "Hey, don’t knock pink. It’s a bold choice."

Draco glanced at Wade, unimpressed. "Potter barely survives in neutral colors. Pink would have him running for the hills."

Wade shrugged. "I don’t know, man. I think it’d suit him."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh. "Let’s not get into the pink debate. Just make it livable, alright?"

Peter, who had been quiet up until now, nudged Wade. "I don’t think he’s kidding. You’d better ease up on the pink."

Wade sighed dramatically. "Fine, no pink. For now."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you boys are impossible."

Harry stood, stretching his arms over his head. "Right, I’m going to shower and change. We leave in an hour.

“Where to?” Draco mused.

“I dunno, I'm making Wade take us somewhere fun! Drinks, dancing…I'm sure he knows a good spot.” Harry replied with a wink.

“You're what?!” Peter sputtered.

“You heard me, Parker,” Harry said with a grin, ruffling Peter’s hair as he passed by. “You’re coming, too. Consider it your first lesson in letting loose.”

Wade clapped Peter on the back. “Oh yeah, kid, you’re in for a treat. I know the perfect place.”

Peter looked horrified. “I’ve seen the places you go, Wade. I’m not even old enough to get into half of them!”

Wade waved him off. “Technicalities. You’ve got your friendly neighborhood fake IDs, don’t you?” He winked at Harry, who just laughed.

Hermione sighed, standing up. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get into trouble,” she said, giving Peter a reassuring smile.

Draco snorted. “As if you can control this lot. It’s like herding magical cats.”

Harry chuckled. “We’re not that bad, are we?”

Hermione shot him a look. “You, maybe not. Wade? Definitely.”

Wade pointed at himself, feigning innocence. “Hey, I’m a saint compared to some people in this room.”

Harry grabbed a change of clothes and started toward the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “An hour, Wade. Pick a place that’s not going to traumatize Peter too much.”

Wade grinned wickedly. “No promises.”

As the door clicked shut behind Harry, Peter turned to Hermione. “You’re really coming? Because I feel like I’m going to need backup.”

Hermione smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, Peter. I’ll be there. We’ll keep things under control.”

Draco leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Oh, this I have to see. I’ll come, too. Just to witness the disaster.”

Wade threw his arms up in mock celebration. “The gang’s all here! This is going to be epic.”

Peter muttered under his breath, “Or a complete disaster.”

“Same thing!” Wade replied cheerfully.

Everyone went to shower and get ready, and the energy in the room was electric. Harry was the first to finish, standing in front of the mirror in ripped-up jeans and a distressed vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt that hugged his frame. His tousled hair spilled out perfectly from beneath his beanie, his silver lip ring glinting as he tilted his head to the side. The final touches—a diamond ring on his right hand and a couple-thousand-dollar watch—gave him a casual but undeniably edgy look. He tossed a jacket over his shoulder, examining himself in the mirror. “Not bad,” he muttered, smirking.

Hermione emerged next, her skin-tight red dress hugging her curves, with a thigh-high slit that added a touch of boldness. Her black “fuck me” pumps as she called them clicked as she walked, her hair in a twisted updo with soft waves framing her face. She looked elegant yet daring, and when Harry turned to look at her, he let out a low whistle.

"Ravishing as always my love," he said with a grin. Hermione gave a playful twirl, laughing softly.

Draco entered the room with a quieter elegance. His signature dark green turtleneck and tailored black pants made him look sophisticated, paired with polished shoes that completed his look. "You two look like you’re ready for trouble,” he commented dryly, straightening his collar.

Peter, on the other hand, had gone for something more daring. He wore tight low-rise jeans and a cropped shirt that barely covered his belly button. The flash of a navel piercing made Wade choke on a laugh as he strutted into the room.

Wade, as expected, took it to another level, wearing jeans and a black fishnet shirt. “Feast your eyes, boys and girls!” he declared, spinning on his heel. Everyone burst out laughing, Harry included, pretending to drool dramatically.

“Wade, you’re killing me,” Harry chuckled. He then turned to Peter, letting his eyes trail up and down. “Not bad, Parker,” he added with a wink.

Peter blushed. Hermione rolled her eyes, smirking. “Honestly, you boys are impossible.”

Harry stretched his arms overhead. “Alright, let’s get moving. Wade, you and Peter hop in the car first and tell it where we’re headed. We’ll meet you down there.”

Wade gave a mock salute and grabbed Peter’s hand. “C’mon, Spiderling, let’s leave the adults to their boring talk.”

Once they were gone, Harry’s playful demeanor shifted. He turned sharply to Draco, eyes narrowed. “Listen, if you so much as touch Peter or Wade, I swear I’ll fuck you up.”

Draco blinked, taken aback. “What?!”

Harry growled, “I love you, but I’ve seen the flirting. Peter’s sweet. I don’t want you corrupting him.”

Draco raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And Wade?”

Harry hesitated, then sighed. “Wade’s... sensitive in his own way and–I just—I don't…just stay away from them! Alright!?”

Hermione, who had been watching with amusement, cut in. “Harry, you do know Draco’s only flirting with them to mess with you, right?”

Harry looked confused. “Huh?”

Draco chuckled, crossing his arms. “Harry, I’m not interested in either of them. Peter’s cute, and Wade’s hot, sure. But Astoria and I closed our relationship to new partners. We’ve got a baby on the way. I’m not looking for anyone new.”

Harry blinked, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Oh.”

Draco’s smirk softened as he continued, “I just like making you jealous, mate. And I meant what I said after our duel—I want you to know it’s okay to love them. People die, Harry. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t love them while they’re here.”

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I just... what if something happens? What if I can’t save Peter, or Wade, or... I like them both. How does that even work?”

Draco gave him a pointed look. “Harry, I’m in a polyamorous marriage with a woman who has two other lovers, one we share, and I have three other lovers to myself. You’re asking me how it works?” He clapped Harry on the shoulder. “You talk to them! That’s how.”

Hermione smiled softly. “It’s cute how you all clearly like each other, but you’re too scared to make a move.”

Harry chuckled. “And what about you, Hermione? You’re practically swooning over Captain America. Where’s your move?”

Hermione blushed but held her ground. “He’s old-fashioned. I’m waiting for him to make the first move.”

Harry smirked. “That makes sense. I guess I'm just nervous. Maybe some drunken fun tonight will get things moving.”

With that, they headed down to join Wade and Peter, who were waiting in the car. Harry slid into the seat between them, Wade’s arm already draped over his shoulders. He rested a hand on Peter’s knee, and they exchanged glances that were both playful and charged with unspoken tension. Whatever the night held, it was clear things were about to get interesting.

As the car pulled away, Harry grinned. "Alright, boys and girls, let’s see where Wade takes us."

They pulled up to a brightly lit bar with neon signs glowing in the window. The name ‘The Glory Hole’ stood proudly above the entrance, and Wade practically bounced out of the car, leading the group inside. The door guy, a burly man with a thick mustache and a grin full of recognition, immediately lit up.

"Wade Wilson?! No way, I haven’t seen that face in years!" the man exclaimed, slapping Wade on the shoulder.

Wade grinned mischievously. "I know, got a little work done." He winked, gesturing to his face, as if it were some minor adjustment instead of the whole Deadpool ordeal.

The door guy laughed, shaking his head. "Still the same old Wade. Go on in, you’re always welcome."

The group followed Wade into the bar, and the atmosphere hit them all at once—loud music, flashing lights, and the unmistakable energy of a lively gay bar in full swing. The crowd was diverse, colorful, and unapologetically expressive. Wade sauntered in like he owned the place, while Harry and the others took in the scene.

"Welcome to The Glory Hole!" Wade shouted over the music, spinning around with his arms wide.

Harry chuckled, his eyes darting around the room. "Definitely your kind of place, Wade."

Hermione leaned in, whispering to Harry, "I think it’s perfect."

With a smirk, Harry led them to the bar, weaving through the crowd until they reached an open spot. "Shots!" he called to the bartender, slapping some money down. In no time, a round of colorful shots was placed in front of them.

Harry lifted his glass, grinning at the group. "To a great night!"

They all raised their glasses, clinking them together before throwing back the shots in one swift motion. The alcohol burned, but it was the good kind of burn—the kind that promised a night full of adventure, laughter, and maybe a few questionable decisions.

Draco winced slightly as he set his glass down, nodding in approval. "Not bad."

Peter, still getting used to the whole scene, gave a small laugh. "What exactly are we in for tonight?"

Wade threw his arm around Peter’s shoulders. "Oh, don’t worry, Spidey. Tonight’s going to be legendary."

Wade moved to find them a booth near the back while the others followed. Once seated, Wade looked over at Harry. "You ready for your first New York bar experience, Potter?"

Harry smirked. “I think I can handle it.”

Draco leaned back against the booth, watching the crowd as he sipped the drink Wade had ordered for him. "I’ll give it this, at least it's not boring."

Wade grinned. “Trust me, the night’s just getting started.” He raised his glass to Harry and the others. "Here’s to new homes, new friends, and new adventures.”

Harry smiled, clinking his glass with everyone else’s. As he took his first sip, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the night—and this new life in New York—had in store for them.

The night had quickly become a blur of music, laughter, and drinks. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Peter, and Wade were having the time of their lives. The bar’s electric atmosphere was infectious, and before long, they were all on the dance floor.

Draco, typically poised and controlled, had found himself dancing with a pretty brunette. She had caught his eye from across the bar, and now they were grinding together to the beat of the music, Draco smirking at her with that air of confidence he always carried. Hermione was in her own world, dancing freely by herself, swaying her hips to the music with a carefree smile. Peter and Wade were dancing nearby, Wade being his usual chaotic self, spinning Peter around and making him laugh.

Harry was dancing with them for a while, getting into the rhythm of the night, but soon excused himself. "Be right back, need the bathroom," he said, stepping off the dance floor. After using the restroom, Harry stopped at the bar to grab another drink, his cheeks flushed from the fun and alcohol.

As he leaned against the counter, trying to decide what to order, a guy beside him sidled up a little too close. “Hey there, you look like you could use some company,” the guy said, his voice low, eyes scanning Harry up and down in a way that made him feel uncomfortable.

Harry shifted uneasily. "No thanks, I'm good."

The guy, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “Come on, don’t be like that. Let me buy you a drink.”

Harry straightened up, frowning now. "I said no thanks mate. Kindly fuck off."

Before he could react, the guy grabbed Harry’s wrist tightly. But before Harry could even think about what to do next, he heard the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. A cold metallic barrel pressed against the guy's temple, and Wade was standing right there, his usual humor replaced by a deadly seriousness.

"Let go of him," Wade said, his voice low and menacing. "Or I swear to God, I’ll paint the walls of this place with your insides."

The guy’s eyes widened in panic, and he immediately let go of Harry, stumbling back as he scrambled to get away. Within seconds, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

Harry exhaled, his heart pounding as he turned to Wade. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

Wade holstered his gun with a casual shrug. “No worries. If you wanted to dance with the guy, that’s one thing, but you looked uncomfortable, and…” He paused, his eyes softening. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you.”

Harry smiled shyly, a little flustered by Wade’s protectiveness. “Thanks, really.”

Wade flashed him one of his wild grins. “So, you wanna dance some more? Peter’s having a blast, and I think we could still outshine him on the floor.”

Harry chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Yeah, but I want another drink first. I don’t even know what to get, though.”

Wade’s eyes lit up mischievously. “Mexican candy shots. Trust me.”

Before Harry could protest, Wade had already ordered the shots and paid for them. “Hey! I was gonna get those!” Harry protested, only half-joking.

Wade shot him a playful wink. “I’ve got money now too, princess. Let me treat you. Come on.” He handed Harry his shot glass, then led him back to where Draco, Hermione, and Peter were still dancing.

“Shots, everyone!” Wade called out, holding up his glass.

They all gathered around, holding up their glasses in unison, grinning and ready for more. “To new friends, new homes, and never a boring night,” Wade toasted.

“To never a boring night,” Harry echoed with a grin.

They all downed their shots at once, the sweet and spicy taste of the Mexican candy shot hitting Harry’s tongue with a pleasant burn. He barely had time to savor it before they were back on the dance floor, the music pulling them in again.

The night stretched on, full of laughter, dancing, and more shots, and for the first time in a long while, Harry felt genuinely free. Surrounded by his friends, old and new, he let go of the weight he’d been carrying, and for that one night, there was nothing but joy, music, and the warmth of the people around him.

The atmosphere in the bar shifted as the music slowed down, taking on a sultry, hypnotic rhythm. The crowd moved with it, bodies swaying in sync under the dim, colored lights. Harry found himself sandwiched between Wade and Peter, the alcohol buzzing warmly through his veins.

His movements became more fluid, less restrained. Spurred by the shots and the carefree energy of the night, Harry danced against both of them, feeling Wade’s body close behind him while Peter moved in front. They were all pressed together, lost in the moment, the pulse of the music guiding them. Wade's hands rested casually on Harry’s hips, while Peter's gaze flickered with a mix of surprise and amusement, the three of them caught up in the intoxication of the dance.

Harry’s mind had stopped overthinking, just letting himself enjoy the closeness and warmth of his companions. He could feel the heat from their bodies, the slight friction of movement as they swayed in time with the slow beat. Every now and then, he caught Peter’s eye and they’d both grin, a silent understanding passing between them, while Wade chuckled behind him, clearly enjoying himself as much as they were.

Across the dance floor, Draco had moved on from the brunette girl he’d been dancing with earlier and was now spinning with a pretty brunette boy, laughing and leaning in close, their bodies moving together effortlessly. His usual aloof exterior had melted away under the influence of the night, his expression relaxed and full of life.

Meanwhile, Hermione was having a blast, surrounded by a group of girls she’d met at the bar earlier. They were dancing in a loose circle, laughing and chatting between the music, their energy contagious. Hermione seemed to glow with confidence, her curls bouncing as she moved, enjoying every second of her newfound friends.

For a moment, Harry let himself sink fully into the feeling of the music, the warmth of Peter and Wade pressed up against him, and the buzz of the alcohol making everything feel light and free. He could almost forget about the past, about the weight he usually carried. Here, in this bar, with these people, he felt alive—connected, and at peace.

Wade leaned down slightly, his breath hot against Harry’s ear. “You’re a pretty good dancer for a Brit, you know.”

Harry laughed, tilting his head back to glance up at him. “Thanks, I guess. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Peter, catching the exchange, smirked. “I think I’m the one holding this whole trio together, let’s be honest.”

Harry shook his head, grinning. “Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Parker.”

They kept dancing, the three of them tangled in an easy rhythm, until the song finally began to fade, leaving them slightly breathless and laughing as they stepped apart, still flushed from the heat of the moment.

The music had mellowed into a slow beat, the crowd around them was still buzzing with energy, but Harry and Hermione were clearly on a different wavelength now. Hermione came up behind Harry, giggling a bit too much for her own good, and handed him two shots.

“Made... made friends,” she slurred, her words thick with alcohol, “And they got us drinks!”

Harry blinked at her, slightly amused but mostly tipsy, and took both shots, downing them in quick succession. The burning liquid hit his throat, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before offering a slightly lopsided grin. “Cheers, Mione,” he said, before laughing a little at her uncoordinated movements as she drank her own.

Peter and Wade stood off to the side, chuckling at their antics. They had the advantage of being able to drink without getting completely smashed, thanks to their healing factors and high metabolism. But Harry and Hermione seemed to have a normal metabolism, and it was starting to show.

“Look at them,” Wade whispered to Peter, nodding towards their drunken friends. “You think we’ll have to carry them home?”

“Probably,” Peter replied with a grin, “But it’s worth it for the show.”

As if on cue, Draco stumbled over, swaying a little as he grinned at Harry and reached out to pull him into a tight hug.

“Harry,” Draco slurred, his voice a bit too loud, “I love you, man! You were my best man at my wedding, and you really are the best man! I love you guys! Even though it didn’t work between us, you're a great man and a truly wonderful shag!”

Harry laughed, pulling back a bit to get a good look at his sloshed friend. “Thanks, Malfoy. You’re a really great shag too,” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “And you're pretty, you know? Like super pretty, and you have so much stamina!”

“Thanks!” Draco yelled back. “I do kegels!”

“It shows man,” Harry slurred. “And you’ve got a gorgeous wife, and you’re gonna have a beautiful—what’s the word?—spawn!”

Draco nodded, as if Harry had said the most brilliant thing ever. “Thanks, Harry. You will too one day!” He grinned

Harry chuckled at Draco's drunken enthusiasm, his own head spinning a little from the alcohol. "Mate, I'm gay," Harry said with a wink. "I can't have kids."

Draco blinked at him for a moment, as if the concept didn’t quite register in his foggy brain. Then, with a rather dramatic flourish, he clapped Harry on the back. "But there's adoption!" he said triumphantly, as if he'd just solved the world’s problems.

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said, grinning. "Adoption sounds great."

Draco smiled at him, a fondness in his tipsy eyes. "You’re a right handsome bloke, you know that?" he said sincerely, his voice almost slurring with affection.

Hermione, who had been standing a few feet away, listening with a growing smirk, suddenly chimed in, her voice light with a playful edge. "I know! If he wasn’t gay and I didn’t see him as a little brother, I’d marry the guy for real!"

Harry’s heart warmed at her words, and he gave her an exaggerated, theatrical bow. "Aww, thanks, Mione! You're making me blush!"

Draco, still holding onto Harry, raised his glass in the air like a triumphant general, swaying slightly in his seat. "You’re the best, Harry. The best!" he slurred, looking like he might fall over at any moment.

Peter and Wade stood back, watching the drunken interactions with amusement. Wade grinned, nudging Peter. "Well, it looks like we might need to keep an eye on our friends tonight," Wade said, a playful edge to his voice.

Peter nodded, his eyes twinkling. "They’ll be fine, we’ll just have to make sure no one tries to make them run a marathon or something."

The night was in full swing, and Harry and Draco were well past tipsy, borderline drunk. The crowd pulsed around them as shots kept coming their way, handed by random guys who were more than happy to fuel their fun. Harry downed a shot, barely tasting the burning liquid before Draco was handed another and knocked it back just as quickly. They laughed, leaning on each other for support.

The music throbbed, a heavy beat that made the floor vibrate beneath their feet. A guy with sharp cheekbones and a mischievous grin pulled Draco onto the dance floor, and Draco, in his drunken haze, went willingly, shooting Harry a cheeky grin over his shoulder.

Harry chuckled but stayed back, leaning against the bar. He didn’t feel like dancing, not after all those shots.

Harry leaned back against the bar, enjoying the distant thrum of the music and watching Draco move with the guy who'd dragged him onto the dance floor. He was smiling to himself when another guy approached him, sliding up beside him with a confident smirk.

“Hey there,” the guy said smoothly, “Wanna dance?”

Harry, feeling the effects of the alcohol but still coherent, gave him a polite smile. “Thanks, but I think I'm good here.”

But the guy wasn’t having it. He reached out, grabbing Harry’s ass with a bold grin. “Come on, just one dance.”

Harry stiffened, glancing over at the bar for support, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Before he could pull away, another shot was thrust into his hand. The alcohol clouding his judgment, Harry sighed, took the shot, and downed it quickly. “What the hell, sure,” he muttered.

They moved onto the dance floor, the guy pulling Harry in close, his hands wandering far more than Harry liked. He tried to keep some space between them, but the alcohol was starting to make it harder to stay focused.

From the sidelines, Wade had been watching everything unfold. His eyes narrowed as the guy groped Harry. His jealousy simmered beneath the surface, and he clenched his fists, biting back the urge to storm over. “Come on, Pete,” he muttered. “Let’s dance. I don’t wanna watch some guy grope Harry.”

Peter raised a brow, looking from Wade to Harry and back again. “Shouldn’t we watch them? They’re pretty drunk.”

Wade’s jaw tightened. “They’ll be fine. Come on.”

Peter sighed, but he knew better than to argue with Wade in this mood. “Alright, fine.” They moved to the dance floor, swaying together in sync with the music, though Peter kept glancing over at Harry to make sure he was okay. Wade, meanwhile, focused on trying to shake off the gnawing jealousy as they moved together, his mood darkening with each passing second.

Harry’s head spun as the music pulsed around him, the room a blur of flashing lights and throbbing beats. He tried to steady himself, but the alcohol coursing through his veins made everything feel disorienting. The guy’s hands were firmly gripping his waist, too close, far too familiar for Harry's comfort. His breath hitched as the stranger pressed in, his grip tightening as the song ended.

When the music stopped, Harry tried to pull away, but the guy was relentless. With a firm tug, he pulled Harry flush against his chest, and Harry's body, heavy from the alcohol, was slow to resist. His stomach churned. He wanted to get away, but his legs felt like jelly.

Before Harry could fully register what was happening, he realized the guy was guiding him toward the bathroom. The cold light flickering over the door was the first thing that snapped Harry out of his dazed state. Panic gripped him as he realized what was going on.

“Hey!” he protested, his voice a little too shaky. “Let me go.”

The guy didn’t seem to care. Instead, he only tightened his hold, moving Harry closer to the bathroom door. A wave of panic surged through him, and he gasped for breath, struggling. His heart hammered in his chest as he pushed back weakly, trying to create some space between them.

“Wade!” Harry called out, his voice frantic, eyes searching the crowd for any sign of his friend.

The stranger paused for a moment, as if confused by the sudden outburst. “Who’s that?” he asked, sounding almost amused by Harry’s desperation.

Without thinking, Harry blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “My boyfriend!” he said, hoping it would be enough. He didn’t have time to come up with something better, and desperation clawed at him. “Wade!!!”

The guy didn’t release him, but the mention of Wade seemed to slow him down. He looked Harry over with a narrowed gaze, sizing him up. The seconds felt like hours, each one stretching out as Harry’s panic flared.

“Wade?” the guy repeated, his voice skeptical.

Harry’s mind raced, but before he could figure out what to do next, a familiar voice called out from the crowd, cutting through the noise.

“Harry?!” Wade’s voice was unmistakable, low and concerned, cutting through the chaos of the club. The guy didn’t even have a chance to react before Wade was at Harry’s side, his hand gripping the stranger’s shoulder and yanking him back with a force that made the man stumble, and before he could blinked, Wade had a knife at his throat.

“You touch him again, and I swear to God, you’ll regret it,” Wade growled, his tone dark and full of menace.

Harry blinked, his heart pounding in his chest, still reeling from the adrenaline. Wade shot him a quick look, a mix of relief and concern in his eyes, before turning his attention back to the man. The stranger, now realizing he wasn’t going to win this one, stepped back and muttered something incoherent before slinking off into the crowd.

Wade immediately turned back to Harry, his hand coming to rest on Harry’s cheek, giving him a look over. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, his usual bravado gone in the face of Harry’s obvious distress.

Harry nodded slowly, still catching his breath, his heart still racing. “Yeah, I think so... just—just freaked me out for a second there…I'm sorry. I usually handle things myself. I dunno why I panicked like that….” He ran a shaky hand through his hair, still trying to calm his nerves.

Wade smirked but his eyes were worried. “Never apologize for screaming my name princess,” he said with a wink. “Lucky for you, I’m like your personal bodyguard. No one’s gonna mess with you on my watch. You’re safe.” He gave Harry a teasing poke, but Harry could tell it was just a way to lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Wade,” Harry said, his voice quieter now, the panic slowly ebbing away.

Wade gave him a thumbs up. “No problem, pal. Let's get you out of here before anyone else tries to make you their dance partner, yeah?”

Harry managed a weak laugh, feeling the tension finally start to fade. The whole situation had rattled him more than he expected, but having Wade there, helped. “No, that guy’s still in here…let's dance!” He said dragging Wade to the dancefloor.

The bass of the song pulsed through Harry’s body as he pulled Wade and Peter to the dance floor, the energy of the club washing over him. He needed to shake off the tension, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. With a mischievous grin, he spun around to face both of them, giving them a bold look before pressing himself against Wade, his back arching as he moved with the music.

Wade didn’t hesitate, his hands finding Harry’s waist, pulling him in closer with a playful smirk. His body was solid against Harry’s, the heat between them building as they danced in sync. Harry could feel Wade’s breath on the back of his neck, the tension from earlier melting away in the rhythm of the music. He let himself move freely, feeling Wade’s touch, his presence grounding him in the moment.

Peter was right behind them, a little more hesitant but still caught up in the electric atmosphere. Harry’s body swayed provocatively, his movements becoming more sensual, teasing as he moved against Wade. He shot Peter a playful glance over his shoulder, biting his lip with a teasing smirk. “Come on, Peter, don’t be shy.”

Peter flushed, but the playful energy between them was too much to resist. He moved closer, his hands resting on Harry’s hips as he followed the rhythm, a little unsure at first but soon finding his confidence. Harry felt the shift in the air as Peter’s hands grew more confident, his body syncing with theirs, moving in time with the beat.

The song slowed slightly, the tempo taking on a deeper, sultrier vibe. Harry’s movements became more deliberate, his body grinding against Wade’s in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Wade’s hands moved to Harry’s hips, guiding him, urging him closer, their bodies pressed tight together. Harry’s chest brushed against Wade’s as they swayed, every movement filled with tension, with something unspoken simmering beneath the surface.

Peter, still a little flushed, mirrored their movements, his hands sliding from Harry’s waist to his back, the connection between them palpable now. Harry leaned back slightly, tilting his head and looking up at Wade with half-lidded eyes. He was getting lost in the moment, the intoxicating energy of the club, the heat from both of them, the rhythm of the music wrapping around them like a cocoon.

Wade chuckled, his hands sliding lower along Harry’s back, pulling him even closer. “You really know how to get a guy’s attention, don’t you, Potter?” he teased, his voice low and smooth. The tension between them grew, electric and undeniable.

Harry smirked, his breath coming in shallow bursts as he pushed against Wade’s chest, guiding the dance, pulling him into the heat of the moment. His body moved like liquid, every sway, every grind perfectly timed with the deep beat of the song. He let his hands roam, brushing against Peter’s arm, sliding across Wade’s chest. The air was thick with anticipation, with something heavier, something that wasn’t just about dancing anymore.

Peter, now fully engaged, leaned in closer to Harry, his body following Harry’s movements in perfect rhythm. Harry’s hands brushed against Peter’s neck, pulling him even closer, their faces inches apart. Peter hesitated for a moment, but Harry’s boldness pushed him forward, their lips almost brushing as Harry grinned. “Not bad, Peter,” he whispered, teasing.

Peter’s response was a shy smile, but there was something else in his eyes now—something playful, something daring. As Harry’s body ground against Wade’s again, Peter mirrored it, pressing his own body to Harry’s, the heat between them undeniable. The song shifted, becoming slower, the beat taking on a more sultry tone, and Harry’s body became more fluid, moving with the music in a way that felt like it was just him and them, lost in the moment.

Wade’s hands slid to Harry’s sides, holding him firmly, pulling him closer as they moved together. Harry couldn’t help but feel the pull of desire, the magnetic energy between them, the way their bodies fit together so easily. He allowed himself to lean into it, feeling the heat from Wade, feeling Peter’s warmth against his back, the three of them moving as one.

The song began to fade, but the tension didn’t. It hung in the air, charged and unspoken. Harry glanced between them, his breath shallow, a wicked smile on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying the chemistry, the heat, the way they made him feel. The music might’ve slowed, but his pulse was racing, and for the first time in a while, Harry felt alive in a way that wasn’t just about the fight or the drama—it was just about them.

He pulled away just enough to look at both of them, their faces flushed, their eyes dark with desire. “You two are dangerous,” he murmured, his voice husky, the playful edge still present but softer now.

Wade chuckled, brushing his thumb over Harry’s lips. “You’re one to talk,” he replied, voice rough with amusement. “What do you say we get some air?”

Harry nodded, his heart still racing, but the night was far from over.

The cool night air wrapped around them as Harry leaned back against the brick wall, taking a long, slow drag from the cigarette he'd pulled from his pocket. The smoke drifted up in wisps, merging with the haze of city lights and the distant sounds of the nightlife. Wade, ever the shadow to Harry's light, stood beside him, braced against the wall, arms crossed loosely. Peter, still a little flushed, had his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, standing a few feet away but still close enough that Harry could feel his presence.

For a while, it was quiet—just the sound of the occasional car passing, the faint hum of the city. Harry exhaled a cloud of smoke and broke the silence.

"You know," he started, his voice low, thoughtful. "I’ve never felt protected before." His gaze drifted to the ground as he continued. "Hell, I lived with people who hated me until I was 11. Then I was always the one saving the day. I never felt like someone was really protecting me. It… felt nice, just now, when you were there."

Wade shifted slightly, leaning his shoulder against the wall next to Harry, his tone softened but firm. "Well, I’ll always protect you both," he said, his voice carrying a deep sincerity that felt almost like a promise.

Peter, who had been quietly listening, took his hands out of his pockets and glanced at Harry. "Yeah, I never had that either," he admitted, his voice a little quieter than usual. "Not until Wade. It’s like… I don’t even know how to explain it. But it’s good."

Wade looked at Peter and smiled, a small, genuine smile. "Honestly, I never felt needed before. In special forces, I was expendable, as made evident by being kicked out." His voice darkened slightly, but he quickly shook it off. "Then I was a ghost... Even with Vanessa, she was self-sufficient. She didn’t need me." He paused for a moment, looking out at the street as if recalling something distant. "It’s nice to know people actually count on me now. Call me when they’re in trouble."

Harry let out a soft laugh, his eyes narrowing playfully. "I’m a magnet for trouble, you might regret saying that." He grinned, shaking his head. "There’s always some disaster following me around."

Wade raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning into something softer, more affectionate. "Never," he said, voice low, as he and Harry locked eyes for a brief moment. There was a silent understanding between them—something more than just the words. Harry felt his heart flutter, just a little.

Without thinking, Harry leaned in an inch, his hand reaching out to pull Peter snug against his other side. He couldn’t help it—something about the closeness, the camaraderie, felt right. But just as he did, Draco stumbled out of the club, clearly tipsy, and the moment was broken.

Harry let out a small, amused chuckle and straightened up, turning to Draco. "You want a cigarette, Dray?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Draco, still a little off-balance, grinned and nodded. "Yes, please," he slurred, his smile still infectious despite his inebriated state.

Harry smirked. "Astoria’s gonna kill me, you only smoke with me, and she hates the smell on your clothes," he teased, shaking his head as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette.

Draco waved him off with a carefree shrug. "It’s fine. She’ll deal with it." He took the cigarette from Harry with a grin and leaned in slightly as Harry blew gently on the end to light it. The tip flared up, and Draco smiled. "The first time you did that for me, it was so smooth."

Harry chuckled, a little embarrassed. "I know, I’ve been told it’s a good move," he said with a wink. "But honestly, I just forget a lighter, and it's the easiest way to light them."

Draco laughed, a low sound that only added to the laid-back vibe of the night. "You three looked good in there," he commented, nodding toward the club entrance.

Harry blushed, the compliment catching him slightly off guard. "Thanks," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was fun." He shot Wade and Peter a glance, his eyes lighting up as he saw the amused expressions on their faces.

Wade’s smirk was warm, his eyes flicking over Harry with a playful gleam. "Glad you had a good time. You deserve it." His hand briefly brushed Harry's shoulder, a simple touch but one that spoke volumes.

Peter, still standing beside them, gave a small, shy smile.

The last of their cigarettes burned down to the filters as they leaned against the cool brick wall, the night still humming with energy from the club. Harry was feeling lightheaded, his body buzzed from the alcohol and the warmth of the surrounding closeness. He could feel the faint press of Wade beside him, and Peter’s presence was steady, close enough that Harry could almost feel the heat from his skin.

And then, as if on cue, Hermione appeared from the club, her hair disheveled, a grin plastered on her face as she swayed slightly on her feet. "Alright, you lot, time to head back inside!" she called out, her voice louder than usual. "Shots on me!"

Harry chuckled, feeling the weight of the evening hit him all at once. "Shots, really?" he slurred, his lips curling into a grin. "You’re the one who’s about to pass out, Hermione."

But Hermione just winked, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling him toward the door. "I’m fine, just need a little... pick-me-up." Her words were slurring now too.

The club had emptied out to a small crowd as the night pressed on. By 2 a.m., Harry was completely plastered, his balance nonexistent. He leaned heavily against Draco, who seemed to have a strong grip on him, holding him upright with an ease that Harry envied.

Wade was watching the scene, concern mixed with amusement. "Harry, you alright?" he asked, his voice just slightly louder than the music that still pulsed through the club.

"I’m good!" Harry said with a sloppy grin, though his legs were wobbling beneath him. "Just... a little... tipsy." He nearly tripped, but Draco was there to steady him, his body practically wrapped around Harry’s as they made their way out.

Hermione, who was beyond drunk, had collapsed into a nearby chair, her head lolling back as she muttered something unintelligible. "You’re not carrying her, are you?" Peter asked, looking over at Harry with wide eyes.

"Of course I am," Harry said confidently, puffing out his chest despite the fact that he could barely stand. He bent down, wincing as he tried to lift Hermione, his movements sluggish.

Wade started to step in, but Harry waved him off with a drunk grin. "I’ve got this, Wade. Don’t worry. Upsie daisy my darling,” he said softly to her.

Draco, still leaning heavily against Harry for support, raised an eyebrow. "We do this often," he said, slurring the words just enough to make them sound almost like a confession. "It’s a team effort."

With Draco’s support and Harry’s determination, they managed to stumble out of the club and toward the car, Harry cradling Hermione in his arms like she weighed nothing. She was completely dead to the world, her head tucked against his chest, oblivious to the chaos around her.

They finally reached the car, and Harry carefully placed Hermione in the backseat, his hands shaking from the effort. He closed the door gently and turned back, just as Draco leaned in to whisper something to him.

"Hey, Harry," Draco said quietly, his voice soft but teasing. "You look good carrying, like a real husband." He let out a low laugh, his grin growing wider.

Harry grinned, his face flushing. “Thanks Dray,” he said trying to laugh it off. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and it only intensified as Draco climbed into the car after Hermione.

He leaned in and whispered, “we made arrangements, Hermione is sleeping with me and Astoria tonight, make a move on your boy toys tiger!” Then the door slammed shut, and Harry was left standing outside, his heart thudding in his chest.

Wade watched the scene unfold with a knowing look, his brow furrowing as he turned to Harry. "Is everything okay?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry mumbled, still trying to steady himself. "Apparently, Hermione made arrangements to stay with Draco and Astoria tonight." He pulled out his phone, quickly trying to hail another car. "I’ll just... I’ll call another car, no big deal."

"Will she be okay?" Wade asked, his voice serious now, though the hint of playfulness was still there.

"Yeah," Harry said, trying to shake off the slight embarrassment still pulsing in his chest. "When she’s this drunk, she never has nightmares. She just sleeps. She’ll be fine."

He tried calling a car, but the app kept showing "no cars available." The frustration was clear on his face, and his balance started to betray him as he swayed on his feet.

Wade eyed him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Alright, come on, Spidey," he said with a sigh. "Let’s get him home."

Harry tried to fight him off, his hands weakly pushing against Wade’s chest. "I don’t want to go back to the stuffy hotel, Wade. I’m not in the mood for a fancy bed right now."

Wade raised an eyebrow, glancing at Peter, who had been watching the exchange with a slight grin. "My place it is, then," Wade said, a teasing grin tugging at his lips as he wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, keeping him upright.

Harry couldn’t help but lean into the support, his face flushing from both the alcohol and the proximity to Wade. "Fine," he muttered, his voice a bit whiny but still full of that playful flirtation. "But only because I’m too drunk to argue."

Peter chuckled and patted Harry on the back. "You know, Harry, I always thought Wade was the biggest flirt I knew but right now, I’m not so sure."

Harry laughed, the sound shaky as he stumbled along. "Oh, trust me, Peter," he said, his voice low and flirtatious, "You haven’t seen anything yet."

Wade gave him a sidelong glance, his voice softer than before. "Careful, Harry. I’m pretty sure you’re about to regret all of this tomorrow morning."

Harry flashed him a mischievous grin. "I’ll regret nothing," he said, leaning closer to Wade. "But I might do a little more... flirting. Just for fun."

Wade let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and genuine. "You're already trouble, aren’t you?"

Harry shrugged dramatically, feeling the weight of the world slip off his shoulders, if only for tonight. "Maybe. But you love it." He bumped his shoulder lightly against Wade’s and flashed a playful smile. "I mean, who could resist me?"

Wade rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in the gesture. "You’re lucky I’m sober enough to walk you home, or else you’d be in a world of trouble right now."

They continued walking, the night air cool against their flushed skin, but Harry didn’t care. He was with them, with Wade and Peter, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

As they walked, Harry’s unfiltered flirtation continued, his drunken confidence now spilling over in waves. He was leaning heavily into Wade’s side, and each time they made a little bump, Harry would giggle softly and throw another teasing remark out.

“You know, Wade,” Harry said, his voice a little too smooth, as if each word had been carefully planned even though it was slurring slightly, “I think you’re my favorite kind of superhero. Strong, silent, and totally irresistible.”

Wade chuckled, but there was a noticeable tightness in his chest as he glanced down at Harry, trying to keep things light. “Yeah, I’m totally irresistible,” Wade said, his tone teasing but holding back. “Keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you actually like me, Harry.”

Harry looked up at him, his eyes glazed over, but his grin was wide and mischievous. “Oh, I do. You’re a lot more than just ‘irresistible,’ Wade. You’re, like, a… a dream come true,” Harry slurred, and he reached up to tap Wade’s chest with a playful finger. “Big, bad, and always here to save the day.”

Wade’s heart stuttered, his usual bravado faltering for a moment. He wanted to pull Harry closer, wanted to lean into the flirty remarks, but something inside him hesitated. He’s drunk, Wade reminded himself, he’s not thinking straight.

So, instead of responding with the heat he felt building in his chest, he gave Harry a soft, almost teasing shove. “You’ve had too much to drink, mate,” Wade said with a chuckle. “Keep that up, and I’ll think you’re getting ideas. Don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

Peter, walking slightly behind them, felt a similar pull to Harry’s words. His heart skipped a beat every time Harry laughed, every time Harry leaned into Wade, almost as if Harry was seeking him out too. But Peter’s senses, dulled by the alcohol he’d had to drink earlier to keep up, were still sharp enough to feel the tug of his own desire.

When Harry leaned into him, letting his body press against Peter’s side as he tried to stay balanced, Peter froze for just a moment. “Hey, you alright there, Harry?” Peter asked, his voice coming out softer than he intended, almost as if he were worried to hear the answer.

Harry smirked up at him, not seeming to care about the distance between them. "Oh, I’m better than alright, Spidey,” Harry said with a drunken wink. “I think I’m starting to really like this whole ‘being close to you’ thing.” He slid his hand up Peter’s arm, the touch lingering as he glanced at Wade before looking back at Peter, a playful glint in his eyes. “You and Wade… you’re like… dream team material, you know?”

Peter’s breath caught in his throat, and he shifted slightly, trying to hide the fact that his heart was suddenly pounding a little faster. He had been trying to keep his emotions in check ever since he’d started realizing his feelings for Harry, but now, with Harry practically throwing himself at them, it was hard to ignore.

Wade, equally affected, let out a small sigh and moved a little closer to Peter, trying to block out the feelings swirling inside him. “Easy there, Harry,” Wade said, his voice quieter, more controlled now. “I know you’re tipsy, but you’re not going to get us both to bend to your will with just a couple of sweet words.”

Harry grinned, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. “I don’t know,” Harry said, voice low and sultry. “You two are practically irresistible yourselves. It wouldn’t be so bad if I just… let myself enjoy the moment, right?”

Peter and Wade shared a glance, both of them caught in that strange moment where they were both so close to giving in, so close to letting themselves be swept up in the charm of a very drunk Harry Potter. They wanted him—oh, they wanted him so badly—but they couldn’t bring themselves to cross that line while he was this far gone.

“It’s not about what we want, Harry,” Peter said, his voice a little more hesitant than he intended. “It’s about what’s best for you. You’re drunk, and you don’t know what you’re saying.”

Harry pouted, eyes glassy but still sparkling with that mischievous gleam. “I know what I’m saying, Peter,” he said, a little too confidently for someone who had clearly had too many shots. “I’m just saying… I wouldn’t mind a little more of this.” He ran his fingers lightly over Wade’s chest again and then shot Peter a look, his voice teasing. “Wouldn’t you two like that too?”

Wade took a sharp breath, his gaze flicking down to where Harry’s hand rested on him, the heat of the touch still lingering. “Harry,” he warned, his voice rougher than before. “Don’t get too close. You don’t want to wake up in the morning and regret anything.”

Harry just laughed, rolling his head back. “Regret? Pfft. What’s to regret when you have two guys this good looking at your side?”

Peter’s breath hitched again. There was a raw, aching want in Harry’s voice, one that made Peter’s resolve even weaker. He stepped closer to Harry, careful not to let the moment spiral out of control. “Hey, you need a cigarette break?”

“Yes please!” Harry squealed! And they all paused for him to smoke but Peter was great full the flirting stopped for now.

The rest of the walk to Wade’s apartment was a mix of stumbling, flirty remarks, and a tension that neither Peter nor Wade knew how to handle. Harry, far from sober, leaned heavily on both of them, making the space between them feel charged with something neither of them could quite ignore. His drunken confidence poured out in teasing, flirtatious lines as he practically threw himself at them.

“You know,” Harry began, his voice low and hushed, “I’ve always had a thing for dangerous guys.” He leaned against Peter, his hand brushing lightly over his arm. “Guess that’s why I’m hanging out with both of you tonight, huh?”

Peter shot him a playful smile, trying to laugh it off, but there was something in Harry’s eyes that made his pulse quicken. “You’re a handful when you’re like this, you know that?” Peter muttered, but the heat in his chest betrayed him. He could feel the pull. Harry was close, dangerously close, and Peter knew he shouldn’t be letting it go this far. He’s drunk. He doesn’t mean it, Peter repeated to himself.

Wade, on Harry’s other side, tried to keep his distance but failed. Harry was too persistent. “You know, Wade,” Harry continued, his voice thick with the kind of playful allure that made Wade's breath hitch, “you’ve got this... dangerous, mysterious thing going on.” His hand brushed against Wade’s, and Wade flinched slightly, trying to ignore the warmth rushing to his face. He swallowed hard. “It’s kind of a turn-on, really. You’ve gotta let me get closer, right?”

Wade’s stomach flipped, but he quickly masked it with a laugh. “You’re really laying it on thick tonight, huh?” he said, trying to keep things light, but inside, he was battling the urge to close the gap between them. He doesn’t mean this, Wade reminded himself. He’s just drunk. This isn’t real.

But Harry wasn’t letting up. “Well, you know how it is,” he slurred, still leaning into Wade. “I’m just... feeling the vibe.” His eyes flickered between both Peter and Wade, and then he gave them a mischievous grin. “The three of us would make a pretty good match, don’t you think?”

Peter felt a flare of heat rise up his neck as Harry grinned up at him, swaying slightly, his body pressing a little closer. It was all too much—too tempting. Harry’s playful, yet intimate, energy made Peter’s heart race, and he couldn’t help but let a smile slip across his face. But even as the smile spread, Peter knew he had to be careful. He couldn’t just get swept up in this. Harry was drunk—he might think he wanted this now, but Peter wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or something deeper.

Wade seemed equally conflicted. He avoided looking directly at Harry as much as he could, but every time Harry leaned in, his own body betrayed him, reacting with a subtle shift, a quick breath. He knew it wasn’t right, but damn, Harry was magnetic. The tension between them thickened with each passing step.

“You’re too much, Harry,” Wade muttered, trying to ignore the heat building in his chest. “You’re making me think you’re serious, but I know you’re not.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled away slightly to look Wade straight in the eye. “Why wouldn’t I be serious? You think I don’t know what I want?” His voice was teasing, but there was something else there—an undercurrent of longing, of desire. “You’re not fooling me, Wade. I see the way you look at me.”

Wade froze, unsure of how to respond. Harry was so close now, his breath warm against Wade’s skin, and for a brief moment, Wade almost considered leaning in, giving in to the chemistry they were both clearly feeling. But he pulled back, shaking his head. “Harry, you’re just drunk, okay? You don’t mean any of this.”

Harry didn’t seem to hear him. Instead, he laughed softly, low and intimate. “Is that what you think?” His hand moved, almost instinctively, to Peter’s arm, sliding down to his wrist and tugging him a little closer. “I’m just trying to have a good time with the both of you. You think I don’t know what I want?” His voice was almost a whisper now, heated with something deeper than just alcohol. “I want both of you.”

Peter’s breath caught in his throat. Every part of him screamed to pull away, to tell Harry to slow down, but all he could do was hold his ground, knowing that Harry’s words weren’t entirely a product of the liquor.

They reached the apartment building, and by the time they entered the lobby, Harry was a little less steady on his feet. He turned to Peter first, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Come here, Peter,” he muttered, his voice thick with a playful challenge. Before Peter could respond, Harry was on him, his lips crashing into Peter’s. The kiss was unexpected, but it was also raw—full of desire and something more, something real. Harry’s body pressed into Peter’s, needy and desperate, as if the kiss was the only thing keeping him tethered to something solid.

For a split second, Peter forgot to pull away. He was caught off guard by how good it felt, how much he wanted to give into it. But just as quickly, he pulled back, his hands instinctively finding Harry’s shoulders to create distance. “Harry—” Peter started, but Harry was already turning to Wade, his eyes dark and intense. Without hesitation, Harry wrapped his arms around Wade’s shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

Wade, despite every warning bell in his head, didn’t step back immediately. His pulse was racing, his body responding to Harry’s touch, but then reality hit. “Dude,” he said, his voice low and firm as he pushed Harry gently away. “You’re wasted. This isn’t—you don’t mean this.”

Harry blinked, the haze of alcohol still thick in his mind, but there was a flash of hurt in his eyes. “I do too,” he whispered, the words barely audible. “I really do.”

Wade took a deep breath, his hands coming up to gently hold Harry at arm’s length. “We can't do this, okay?” he said softly, but his voice carried the weight of finality.

Peter stood there, unsure of what to do, but Harry just stared at them, his face falling. “I just...” Harry’s voice cracked. “I thought you wanted me...” he murmured, the words a mixture of confusion and raw vulnerability.

Wade and Peter exchanged glances, and for a moment, neither of them knew what to say. They’d tried to be clear, tried to keep it light, but somewhere in all the tension, they’d let things get a little too far. Now, they had no idea how to fix it.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow Harry,” Wade said again, quieter this time. “It’s not that simple.”

Harry nodded silently, his heart sinking, but there was no fight left in him. He turned without another word and stumbled toward the restroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Wade and Peter stood there, both unsure of how to handle the situation. They could hear Harry’s muffled sobs through the door, and it only made the weight of their decision feel heavier.

Minutes passed before Harry emerged, his face flushed and eyes red from crying. He didn’t look at them, not once. Without saying a word, he walked straight for the door, his steps uneven. Wade and Peter both moved toward him, but before they could reach him, Harry was already out the door, slamming it behind him with an angry force.

“Harry!” Wade called out, but there was no answer.

Peter followed, his heart sinking as he watched Harry stumble down the hallway and out of the building. He wasn’t sure what to do, and neither was Wade. They both tried calling Harry, but his phone was off. They couldn’t reach him.

“Shit,” Wade muttered, running a hand through his hair. “We messed up.”

“Let’s go after him,” Peter said urgently. “We can’t just let him disappear like that.”

But it was too late. Harry was already gone.

Wade and Peter trudged through the city for hours, their concern growing as each call went unanswered. They took every street they thought Harry might wander down, checking alleyways, corners, and even the few places they knew he frequented when he was upset. But Harry was nowhere to be found. They had no idea where he had gone, and the growing panic was only making it worse. Their phones rang constantly with messages and calls, but nothing from Harry.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, the went back to Wades apartment and called Hermione and harry over and over. Finally Wade’s phone rang. Draco’s name flashed on the screen, and Wade quickly swiped to answer, not even bothering to hide his frustration.

“What?” Draco’s voice came through, groggy and annoyed. “I’m trying to sleep, all I hear is this blasted thing. What do you two want?”

Wade’s shoulders slumped in relief, but the frustration remained. “Harry is missing, Draco. He’s not answering his phone. We’ve been looking for him for hours.”

Draco’s voice was incredulous. “Oh, bloody hell, you two dunderheads hurt his feelings, didn’t you?” He paused, clearly holding back anger. “Why do you think I took Hermione to my place? Because Harry wanted to be with both of you! And you two... well, you’ve been playing it cool, but when he finally gets his bloody balls together to make a move, you shut him down! He came here to lick his wounds, and now he’s sleeping after some drunken sobbing. My wife is pissed, so thank you very much!”

Wade was stunned into silence, but Draco wasn’t done. “I’ll send him in the morning, now go to bed!” And with that, Draco hung up.

The call left Wade and Peter in a stunned silence. Peter looked at Wade, a mix of confusion and guilt on his face. “We... we hurt him?” he asked softly. “I had no idea. I thought... I thought it was just the alcohol talking.”

Wade shook his head, his mind racing. “I thought the same thing. But... damn, we fucked this up, didn’t we?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah. I don’t know what to think anymore. I like him, Wade. Hell, I’ve liked him for a while now. But I didn’t think he liked me back. Not like that.”

Wade’s expression softened as he leaned against the wall, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I get it. I feel the same way. I didn’t think he was serious either. But... now I realize we both might’ve been blind to what was right in front of us.” He chuckled darkly. “I thought Harry was just a mess, but maybe we’re the ones who were messed up all along.”

Peter smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I think we were both scared, Wade. Scared of getting hurt, scared of him not really wanting us the way we want him. But if he feels the same way...”

Wade’s heart beat faster, his thoughts spinning in the same direction. He took a step closer to Peter. “I like you too you know…Maybe we should figure this out together, huh? We’re both in this. Maybe we can be... more than just friends. Together.”

Peter looked at Wade, his gaze steady and intense. “I like you too Wade…you think Harry would want that? You think we could all... be together?”

Wade shrugged, a little nervous now. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to regret not trying. I don’t want Harry to feel like he has to be the one to figure this all out on his own. We might not know everything, but... I know I don’t want to let him go without trying.”

Peter smiled, his gaze softening. “Yeah. Me neither.”

Without another word, Wade closed the space between them, his hand finding Peter’s. The moment was slow, deliberate, the weight of everything they had just discussed hanging between them. But then, without hesitation, they leaned in, and their lips met.

The kiss was tentative at first, a question. A seeking. And then it deepened, their worries dissolving as they both gave into it. Wade’s hand cupped Peter’s face, pulling him closer, and Peter responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Wade’s waist.

The kiss was messy but full of emotion—raw, real, everything they had been holding back suddenly spilling out between them. It was not just a kiss between friends, but something more, something that had been waiting to happen for longer than either of them had realized.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed. Wade looked at Peter, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted that for so long,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips.

Peter chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, me too.”

Wade and Peter sat on the couch, their breathing still heavy, the tension between them thick and palpable. The room felt warmer, the quiet hum of the city outside mixing with their hearts pounding in their chests.

Wade ran a hand through his hair, his eyes still on Peter, a little more serious now. “You know, I’ve never really... done this before. With someone like this, I mean.” His voice was low, unsure, like he was figuring out the words as he spoke.

Peter gave a small, knowing smile. “I get it,” he said, his voice warm, but with a touch of hesitation. “I’ve been pretty careful with who I let in, too. But, I don’t know... something’s been different with you. With all of us.”

Wade shifted closer, feeling the air around them thicken with anticipation. “You think it could work?” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Peter’s, seeking some kind of reassurance, but also knowing it wasn’t going to be easy.

Peter swallowed, glancing down at their hands, which were still only inches apart. “I don’t know. I mean... I want to try. But it’s not going to be simple, right? We both care about Harry. And—”

“I know,” Wade interrupted, running his fingers over the back of his neck, trying to sort through the mess of feelings inside. “But that’s the thing. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before... not like him. And you. Both of you.”

Peter nodded, understanding. “Yeah... I feel the same way. I didn’t expect this. But now that it’s here... I don’t want to push it away, either.”

The silence stretched between them, comfortable, but charged with the weight of what was unsaid. Wade looked at Peter, his gaze softening, as if trying to read the other man’s thoughts.

“We’ll figure it out,” Wade finally said, his voice low and reassuring. “But we have to be honest. About what we want. About Harry. About... everything.”

Peter met his gaze, his eyes serious now. “Yeah. We owe him that.”

Wade nodded, his lips curling into a faint grin. “This... this is definitely gonna be interesting.”

Peter chuckled, the tension easing for a moment. “You can say that again.”

But just as quickly, the air around them seemed to shift, the lightness giving way to something deeper. Peter leaned in slightly, his breath catching in his throat. Wade hesitated for a second, but then reached for him, his hand finding Peter’s cheek, pulling him in closer.

And this time, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was something more—a promise, a question, a spark of something neither of them had expected, but both felt more than willing to explore.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Wade smirked, his voice teasing but still with that edge of uncertainty. “So, um, what do we do now?”

Peter grinned, a spark in his eye. “I think we keep figuring this out.”

Wade smirked, his fingers tracing the edge of Peter’s jaw with a light touch. “Figuring it out, huh?” He leaned in again, this time his lips brushing lightly over Peter’s, not quite a kiss, but enough to send a spark down Peter’s spine. “I think we’re already a few steps ahead.”

Peter’s breath caught, his body reacting to the closeness. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he did the only thing that felt right in that moment. He closed the space between them, pressing his lips to Wade’s in a soft, but deep kiss, no hesitation this time. His hands moved to the back of Wade’s neck, pulling him closer as if to feel the pulse of everything they were trying to understand.

Wade’s hands roamed down Peter’s sides, fingers teasing beneath the fabric of his shirt, the heat between them growing by the second. The kiss deepened, the rhythm becoming more urgent, more desperate as they tried to grasp at something they weren’t sure they were ready for.

But the chemistry was undeniable. Every kiss, every touch felt like it meant something. It wasn’t just the physical pull, but something deeper, something that tied them together more than they could have anticipated.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed with desire. Wade, spurred on by pure desire pulled at Peter's shirt until it ripped from his body and his mouth pressed against his chest.

Peter moans and arched up into the touch. Wade grabbed Peter's hips and lifted him, the smaller man wrapping his legs around Wade's waist instinctively. Wade held Peter's jaw firmly and pulled him into a kiss as he carried Peter to the bedroom.

The morning after, Harry woke up with a pounding headache, his body still aching from the alcohol and the emotional hangover of what had happened the night before. He had always been confident in his own skin, but the way he'd thrown himself at Peter and Wade left him feeling more embarrassed than he ever thought he could feel. The fact that he thought they might actually like him in return? It only made it worse.

After a few hangover potions and a bit of time to stew in his self-doubt, Harry decided he’d make it right. He wanted to apologize, to make up for his actions, and maybe show them that he could be mature about the situation. What better way than to bring them breakfast? He’d cook and order coffee, something casual but thoughtful.

He apparated directly into Wade's apartment, planning to surprise them, but as soon as his eyes scanned the room, he froze. Peter’s ripped shirt lay carelessly on the floor. Panic started to rise in him, and without thinking, he drew his wand, ready to defend himself—or worse, them—if something had happened.

His footsteps were silent as he crept toward the bedroom, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened. But when he pushed the door open and saw them both, his breath caught in his throat. They were naked in bed, tangled together. Peter was on top of Wade, their bodies pressed together in a way that made Harry's heart sink.

For a split second, it felt like the world had stopped, everything frozen in place. It was raw, it was beautiful, and it was nothing like what he had hoped for. His stomach churned, a mixture of heartbreak and jealousy swirling within him.

He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. He simply turned, his eyes burning with unshed tears, and left as quietly as he had come in.

As Harry walked out of the apartment, the air felt heavy, and he couldn’t shake the tightness in his chest. The weight of rejection was suffocating. His thoughts were a mess of confusion and longing. He had been so sure that there was something there, something between them. But now, standing in the silence of the hallway, all he could feel was the sting of realizing he had misread everything.

He apparated to Draco’s house, hoping for a distraction, needing to escape the memories of what he had just witnessed.

Draco was sitting in the living room when Harry walked in, his face pale and drawn. Harry’s posture was defeated, like the life had been drained from him. He dropped onto the couch next to Draco, who didn’t waste any time noticing his friend’s mood.

“What happened?” Draco asked gently, though he didn’t need to. He could tell by the way Harry slumped that something was wrong.

“I… I saw them,” Harry said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I saw Peter and Wade. They were... together. In bed. And I thought...” He trailed off, running a hand through his messy hair. “I thought they might like me too. But I was wrong.”

Draco sighed, sitting back in the chair across from him. “You should talk to them, Harry. You can’t just sit here and brood. They’re not going to know how you feel unless you tell them,” Draco finished, crossing his arms as he leaned back, watching Harry closely.

Harry let out a humorless chuckle. “What’s the point? I threw myself at them last night, and they pushed me away. I’m so embarrassed. I thought they wanted me, but it’s clear I was wrong. I don’t need to make a fool of myself again.”

Hermione appeared from the kitchen, holding a mug of tea, looking concerned. “You shouldn’t just bottle this up, Harry. You need to clear the air with them, at least for your own sake.” She set the mug down on the table and sat beside him. “If you let this fester, it’ll only get worse.”

Harry shook his head. “I just... I don’t think I can face them. Seeing them like that, after everything last night... I thought they rejected me because I was drunk, but now I know it’s because they don’t feel the same way.”

Hermione exchanged a look with Draco, then said firmly, “No more sulking, Harry. Let’s do something to get your mind off it for now. We’ll figure the rest out later.”

Harry groaned, leaning back against the couch, but Hermione wouldn’t be deterred. “Come on! We’ll go out, do something fun. Maybe even furniture shopping or—”

“I don’t even know if I want to stay in New York,” Harry interrupted, his voice heavy with frustration.

Draco, noticing his friend’s defeated tone, chimed in. “Alright, how about this? Astoria’s been talking about going somewhere warm before the baby’s born. Let’s go! We can all get away for a bit, relax on a beach, clear your mind. Then you can come back with a fresh perspective and talk to them.”

Harry shrugged, his mood not lifting, but the idea did sound tempting. “I don’t know...”

Hermione’s eyes lit up at Draco’s suggestion. “Yes! That sounds perfect. I’ll pack for both of us, Harry. We’ll get out of here for a bit, and then you can decide what you want to do when we come back.”

Harry nodded, a grunt escaping him as he rubbed his temples. He felt drained, both emotionally and physically. “Fine... I’ll go.”

Draco stood and clapped him on the back. “Good. You need the break. And when we get back, you’ll be ready to deal with Peter and Wade. But for now, just focus on yourself.”

As Hermione hurried off to start packing, Harry sighed again, knowing that no matter how far he ran, his feelings for Peter and Wade weren’t going to disappear. But maybe some time away would help him figure out how to face them without his heart breaking all over again.

Hermione dialed Peter’s number and waited as the phone rang. When he picked up, she didn't waste time.

"Hey, Peter," she began, her tone sharp but not unkind. "Just wanted to let you know that Harry’s upset about everything, and he needs a little time to reset. So, I’m taking him on a trip for a few days."

Peter’s voice was immediately concerned. "How’s he doing?" Wade could be heard in the background, asking the same.

Hermione sighed, pausing for a moment. “Honestly? He wouldn’t want me to answer that, and I won’t betray him. He’s like a brother to me, and you two... well, you broke his heart a little. But he’ll be okay. He just needs some space.”

Peter's voice softened, conflicted. “Hermione, Harry was really drunk. We couldn’t... we didn’t want to take advantage of him.”

She clenched her fist, fighting to keep her frustration in check. "But you were fine taking advantage of each other?" she asked, the accusation hanging in the air. "How does that make any sense?"

There was a heavy silence on the line.

“I’m not trying to argue,” she continued. “But it should have been all or nothing. Either the three of you worked it out, or no one did. Now he’s dealing with rejection, and he's proper upset.”

Wade's voice cut in. “How did you know we... got together?”

Hermione paused, biting her lip. “It’s obvious,” she said quietly. “And I’m sure it was to Harry too.”

She waited for them to respond, but when neither said anything, she pressed on. “I’m letting you know out of courtesy. Do him the courtesy of leaving him alone while he deals with all of this. Let him have some space to figure things out.”

Without waiting for a response, she hung up, her heart heavy with frustration. Hermione sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. She didn’t want to be angry with them, but seeing Harry so devastated, hurt in ways they didn’t seem to realize, was hard to swallow.

She started packing her things and then moved on to Harry’s, her mind whirling as she tried to think of ways to cheer him up. She wouldn’t let him sulk through this. If anyone knew how to help him bounce back, it was her.

They arrived at the island with a soft pop, the salty ocean breeze immediately hitting them. The group consisted of a very pregnant Astoria, Hermione, Draco, and a noticeably sulking Harry. Waiting for them were Pansy, Theo, and Blaise, all lounging under a cabana with drinks in hand.

"Finally!" Pansy said with a bright smile as they approached. "We were starting to think you lot got lost."

Blaise, always one to notice when something was off, took one look at Harry’s miserable expression and raised an eyebrow. "What happened?" he asked, glancing between the group.

Draco, never one to beat around the bush, sighed dramatically. "Well, Harry here fell in love with two blokes who, let’s be honest, clearly fell for him too. But instead of, you know, actually handling it like normal people, they ignored it for weeks. Then Harry got wasted and threw himself at them, they rejected him, then ended up in bed together."

Harry shot Draco a death glare. "Could you not share my personal business like that?" he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away.

Theo’s face softened with sympathy. "That’s rough, Harry," he said, giving him a nod of understanding. "I’m really sorry. Sounds like they’re idiots."

Pansy, never one to mince words, put her hand on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed. "If they rejected you, they clearly don’t deserve you," she declared. "Look at you, Potter. You’re handsome, rich, kind, chivalrous—you’re the best of us. And trust me, we’re pretty great."

Harry couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips despite how crushed he still felt. “Thanks, Pans,” he said, the warmth of their support seeping through the wall he was trying to put up.

"Honestly," Blaise added, leaning back in his chair, "if they can’t see what’s right in front of them, it’s their loss. Big time. You deserve better than people who can't handle something real."

Hermione gave Harry a soft nudge, her eyes full of encouragement. “See? We’re all here for you. We’ll get you through this.”

Draco, lounging next to Astoria, nodded, a rare seriousness on his face. "They don’t know what they’re missing out on, Harry. But you’ll get over it. We’ll make sure of it."

Astoria smiled kindly, resting a hand on her belly. “Trust us, this trip will help. Take a breather, clear your mind.”

Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t know if I’ll ever stop feeling like an idiot for... for thinking it could actually happen.”

Theo shook his head. “You’re not an idiot. You just had hope. And honestly? Hope isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

Pansy wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Now, forget about them for a bit. You’re here with us, and we’re going to have the best damn time!”

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach as the group lounged together around a large outdoor table. Drinks were being passed around—non-alcoholic for Astoria, of course—and the laughter was loud and infectious. They had all been doing their best to keep Harry’s spirits up, and it seemed to be working.

Pansy was recounting a particularly wild story from their days at Hogwarts, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And then,” she said dramatically, “Snape walks in, sees Blaise covered in slugs—slugs everywhere, mind you—and instead of helping, he just shakes his head and says, ‘This is what I expect from Gryffindors, not you lot.’"

The whole group burst out laughing, and even Harry, despite his lingering sadness, couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory.

Blaise groaned, rubbing his temples. “Merlin, I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

Draco smirked. “You? Absolutely not. It’s a classic.”

Harry leaned back in his chair, feeling the warmth of their friendship soothe him. “I needed this,” he admitted quietly. “Thanks, everyone.”

Theo raised his glass toward him. “We’re here for you, mate. Always.”

Astoria, who had been sitting quietly with her hand on her growing belly, suddenly smiled and cleared her throat. “Actually, speaking of being here for each other... Draco and I have some news.”

Everyone turned to look at her with curiosity.

“We’ve decided on baby names,” she said with a proud smile.

Hermione leaned in excitedly. “Oh, do tell!”

“If it’s a girl, we’re naming her Cassiopeia Harriet Malfoy,” Astoria announced, glancing at Harry with a fond smile.

“And if it’s a boy,” Draco added, “we’ll call him Cepheus Harry Malfoy.”

Harry blinked, completely taken aback. “Wait—you’re giving them my name?”

Astoria beamed. “Yes, of course. You’re family, Harry. And we couldn’t think of a better way to honor that.”

Hermione gasped, her eyes lighting up. “That’s beautiful!”

Harry, clearly touched, rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed by the attention. “I—I don’t know what to say. That’s... really amazing. I don’t deserve it.”

“Rubbish,” Astoria said firmly. “You more than deserve it. You’ve been there for us in so many ways, and we want you to know how much you mean to us.”

Draco nodded in agreement. “Which brings us to the other part of our news. We’d like you and Hermione to be the godparents.”

Hermione squealed with joy, practically jumping out of her seat. “Oh my god, of course! I’d be honored!”

Harry’s heart swelled with emotion. He looked at Astoria and Draco, seeing nothing but love and warmth in their eyes. “I—I don’t even know what to say. Thank you. I’d be honored too.”

“Good,” Draco said with a smirk. “Because you don’t have a choice.”

The group laughed again, the mood lighter than ever. Blaise leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “Harry, you’re going to have little Malfoys running around calling you Uncle Harry. You ready for that?”

Harry grinned, feeling lighter than he had in days. “I think I can handle it.”

Theo chuckled, lifting his glass again. “To Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione, then.”

“To Uncle Harry!” everyone cheered, clinking their glasses together.

The evening continued, with more stories and laughter filling the air. Pansy teased Theo about a crush he’d had on a girl from Beauxbatons during the Triwizard Tournament, while Draco recalled the time Blaise accidentally charmed his own robes to be invisible—without realizing they weren’t the only thing that had disappeared.

“Please,” Blaise groaned, “I thought we agreed never to bring that up again.”

Draco smirked. “Well, it’s not every day you walk into the Great Hall in nothing but your socks.”

The laughter was infectious, and Harry found himself relaxing more and more with every joke and shared memory. By the time the stars were twinkling in the sky, the group was completely at ease, with Harry feeling like the weight of his earlier heartbreak was starting to lift.

As the night wound down, Astoria rested her hand on her belly again, smiling softly as she felt a slight kick. She looked around at her friends, her family, and then at Harry. “We’ll get through this, Harry. All of us. Together.”

Harry nodded, his heart full of gratitude for the people around him. “Yeah,” he said quietly, smiling at Astoria, at Hermione, at all of them. “I think we will.”