Welcome to "The Hard Knock Life", a story of four seemingly different characters being forced to interact on nearly a daily basis, merely due to an ironic living situation. If only they could understand why.
"Granger?"
She recognized that voice immediately. What was Draco Malfoy, of all people, doing in a muggle suburb, in a muggle flat, in London. She turned around and locked eyes with him, the blond Slytherin she hadn't seen in over three years.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione had just unlocked the door to the flat she and Harry shared, and the door was standing open: Crookshanks could be seen walking past.
"I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be shacking up with Weasley?" Draco asked, crossing him arms.
Hermione winced internally, refusing to let him see. "That's none of your business. If you must know, Harry and I just moved-"
"Wait. You dumped Weasley for Potter?" Draco laughed, stopping only when Hermione shot a glare in his direction.
"No, I did not dump Ronald for Harry. I'm with neither of them. In the fewest words, Ron left me for Lavender."
"Oh."
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione repeated her question, feeling she'd sufficiently answered his question.
"Pansy and I moved in a month ago." Draco turned slightly and unlocked the door across the way, if only to prove his point. "I guess we're neighbors now, Granger. Who would have thought?" He smirked.
"Goodbye Malfoy. Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone. It's as simple as that." She said, going into her flat and locking the door behind her.
"Oh, I don't know about that, Granger." He said softly, heading inside.
