Prompt courtesy of 'alloftheprompts' on tumblr:Person A moves in with Person B and the neighbours think they're in a relationship
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Moving In
i know that she knows that i'm not fond of asking
The incessant trill of the doorbell woke Draco straight up from his peaceful slumber.
Anyone who vaguely knew Draco knew that he was not a morning person. He fondly remembered a time where rumours used to spread around Slytherin about what Draco would do to anyone who dared to wake him up early on a weekend. His personal favourite was one morning where he'd apparently bat-bogey hexed a tiny first year for waking him up at nine o'clock in the morning before proceeding to levitate the poor boy into the air and left him hanging there by his ankle for an hour as punishment. Despite the untrue nature of this story (although he wished he had done it, it would've been a rightlaugh) it meant that for the entirety of his time at Hogwarts, he was left to sleep to his heart's content.
This only increased his curiosity to see who exactly had the audacity to awaken Draco at this ghastly hour. It was probably Theo Nott who thought he could get off scot-free, being Draco's best friend, but he clearly had another thing comin-
Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he tugged the door to his flat open.
Standing there, in all her glory, was... well he truly had no bloody idea who she was.
The mystery girl was an average height although she was dwarfed by Draco's lanky figure. Her chestnut hair flowed smoothly to just below her shoulders and her dark green eyes shone brightly although Draco was sure he could detect a flicker of fear in them despite the girl's efforts to cover this up.
Draco's grey eyes narrowed in suspicion before drawling, "Are you lost?"
The girl's eyes widened for a second before she cleared her throat to speak. "N-no. No. I'm Astoria. Astoria...Greengrass?" When no recognition appeared on Draco's face, she clarified further. "Daphne Greengrass' little sister?"
"Really?" Draco smirked, a bemused expression on his face. The sisters looked nothing alike. Daphne Greengrass was a rather curvy, blonde haired girl with quite a notorious reputation whereas her sister was quite the opposite; skinny, somewhat scrawny and apparently quite invisible too.
"Really," Astoria deadpanned, her expression blank.
"Riiight. Well, good to know. That's my fact of the day. I guess you'll just be on your wa-"
"No! W-wait, please. Well, I need... I need some.. help."
"Help?" Draco questioned incredulously. After the War, his reputation had been tarnished and most of the Wizarding World made an active effort to avoid the Malfoys or any known Death-eaters really. What on earth could he offer her? "See, Astoria, I'm not sure if I'm the right guy to help you with any issues that you might have and to be honest right now, I've got some of my own pretty pressing issues to deal with...," Draco trailed off, slowly shutting the door on Astoria.
"No," Astoria snapped suddenly, her hand pushing the door firmly open again. "Look, I need somewhere to stay - it won't be long - and you're the only person I know around here. It was kind of an emergency situation. Daph said you'd be fine with me staying here. "
"Really? 'Daph said that', did she?" Draco repeated dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He made a rather aggressive mental note to tell 'Daph' later exactly what he thought of people making assumptions about him freely lending out his flat to any Tom, Dick or Harry.
"Anyway," Draco pried, trying his luck. "What was this so-called emergency that called you to move to London?"
Instantly Astoria stiffened before sharply replying, "I don't know. What are your pressingissues?"
"Touché," Draco smirked, impressed by the witch's reply. "Fine, don't tell me what your emergency was but don't expect I'll be so courteous as to let you stay with me."
"Draco, please," the young witch begged, clearly exasperated. "I wouldn't have come to you unless I was desperate. I really have nowhere else to go." Draco quite frankly wasn't sure whether to be offended or pleased at this remark.
"Well," Draco toiled with the idea of sharing the idea of his flat with someone else. "I suppose it'll be fine. For now anyway." As much as one wouldn't expect it, living by himself with almost no contact to any other people apart from his parents could get pretty lonely even for Draco.
"For now," she repeated, nodding in agreement. "Only until I get a job and settle down a bit in this new town. I'll be gone before you know it."
"But we have to establish some ground rules," Draco asserted quickly.
"Seems fair enough."
"No more waking me up at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Or any morning in fact. Frankly, I don't even know how I'm talking to you right now because I'm so bloody tired."
Astoria scoffed at that but allowed Draco to continue.
"You stay out of my business, I'll stay out of yours. This arrangement or whatever is temporary and for convenience purposes only. "
"Okay," Astoria agreed. "Anything else?"
"Keep the flat tidy. Don't go through my stuff, it's mine and it's private. You can take the sofa to sleep on. And most importantly, I call dibs on the bathroom every morning. It is mine, after all. Stick to that and there won't be any problems. "
"That'll be a piece of cake," Astoria smiled, as she levitated a whole host of boxes and miscellaneous objects into Draco's flat.
If only the young wizard and witch knew exactly what they were in for.
A/N: Wow, my first multi-chapter fanfiction. I've wanted to write a Drastoria fanfiction for so long. I hope you've enjoyed reading the first chapter and please favourite and review if you have.