"Roommates"

CHAPTER 1-"From enemies to fellow-tenants"

Freezing air, dashing through the small slashes in his clothes, leaving red, sensitive skin wherever the crack was bigger. Small splashes of morning fog, gently bouncing from his round glasses, inside his nose, through his hair and the little lightning scar on his forehead. The hard broom, pressed between both his legs, giving rhythmical vibrations whenever he sped up.

Boy, did he love Quiddich!

But right now, fun wasn't anywhere near his mind. Because he was in the middle of a match. A very important match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The very first Quiddich competition since the beginning of the Hogwarts school year. And the score didn't look very promising for the red and gold lions.

"Ouch. That was a nice pass by Angelina Johnson to Katie Bell. That a girl Angie! Oh look, a bludger is chasing Alicia from Gryffindor, but thanks to George...-uh-...or Fred Weasley it is chasing Slytherin's beater now. Go get them lions!!

"LEE! Stop picking favorites. Act like a professional, for pity's sake."
Oh, of course Professor. And now we take were we left of. The Quaffle is in the Slytherin team. Montague throws it to Adrian Pucey and he throws it back. What tactic. Even a two year old-…"

"LEE!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he sow a glimpse of blue light as Professor McGonagall tried to curse Lee out of the platform. At least someone was trying to make the best of this damn day. At the rate they were going this year's Quiddich cup looked like a far away dream. Speaking of wining, where was that Snitch?

He pushed the accelerator on the Firebolt to the limit and took a sharp turn left. Just in time too, because a Bludger, send by the Slytherin's beater passed just a centimeter from the place where he was.

"Oh that was close" shouted Lee, now holding Professor McGonagall by the hat "That bloody Derrick. Hay Weasley's, knock a hole in his broom will, ya?"

A gratefully cheer from the ground told Harry that Oliver had saved another goal. Good for the team that he was on there side. But with a difference of 160 to 10 for Slytherin wasn't an occasion worth celebrating. It looked like it wasn't the time to be looking for the Snitch. Even if he caught it they wouldn't win. It would be better to wait until Gryffindor leaded with at least 10 points. The only problem was Malfoy. That blond had been creeping around the pitch, following him everywhere. There were two possibilities:

A) He was looking for the Snitch

B) He really liked Harry's ass

An image of a horny Malfoy falling from the broom almost made him leave the game on a hospital bed laughing his heart out.

Harry made another quick turn, this time right and saw Draco do the same.

"So, you wanna play, huh? Fine! Let's play, Dracy."

Slowly slowing his flight speed, Potter gave the other seeker a quick glance. Right on schedule.

"Look at Potter go!" screamed Lee as Harry made a quick bow with his broom and shot towards the ground "Must have seen the snitch. Go Potter!"

"Lee, please for the last time. Support the opposition!" tried to protest McGonagall. Her face was all red and full with unmasked anger.

"Sorry prof. Mc G."

"I swear if I was…"

"Now, now, Minerva" a calm and gentle voice appeared from nowhere "Let the children have there fun."

Professor McGonagall shot Dumbledore a surprised look, but the started shouting again:

"Oh, no Albus. Don't act all merciful and saint. I know why you support these fights. So you can spy on the make-up sex. Old pervert."

"Ahhh, touché!" the headmaster slipped of his glasses and placed them in a pocket "If you only knew how sexy those young, muscular boys looked whenever the had-…"

BOOM!

An explosion rocked the stadium, ringing through the grounds and disappeared quietly when it reached the castle. Harry heard it quiet clearly, but didn't have time to enjoy the nice image of there generous, but very perverted Headmaster lying unconscious on the floor with his eyebrows burned, because the simple game of follow the leader with Malfoy had turned into a war.

"Ready for ballet lessons, Potter?" screamed Draco as he finally reached the end of Harry's broom and gave it a hard pull.

"Enjoying the view, Draco?" didn't leave it hanging Harry as he raised his behind a little.

A deep blush spilled all over the boy's face as he swore silently and let go of the broom he was holding, plugging out a few sticks. In matter of seconds the two racing boys were shoulder to shoulder as a bludger passed really close to them, narrowly avoiding Angelina on the way.

"Watch it George!" screamed the girl as she dived in, almost letting go of her Quaffle and passed it to Keith who attacked the enemy's goal rings. Harry failed to see the outcome of that attack as Malfoy bumped into him. Both lost control of there brooms, the peddles to the speed boosters, pressed to the max, caught one another and refused to let go.

"You idiot!" screamed Malfoy as they soared around the Slytherin goal rings, just in time to see as Keith scored a magnificent 10 points to Gryffindor. "Let go of my broom, Potter! Do you want me to get killed?"

'That's a tempting offer, Malfoy, but no thanks. WHATCH OUT!"

But it was too late. There brooms continued flying as the two boys were hit by a soaring Bludger and landed on the sand next to the goal rings. The crowd went wild as a medical team appeared from the teacher's tribune. The last thing Harry saw before he fell unconscious was a couple of golden locks, brushing against his face and a warm breath on his cheek.

Warm…warm…so warm. Harry had never felt so warm in his entire life. He couldn't see anything, but if he could, he was sure he would see a stove or a fireplace next to him. The air was hot too. And it had a funny, sweet aroma of medicine or something that made him sick to his stomach. Sick…sick…SICK!!!

Harry shot his eyes open as something in his gut twitched and he had only a second to move his head to the left side before he started vomiting. He went on it for some time, before he had the strength to look around. He was surprised to find out that he was in a bed. More specifically in a hospital bed in Madam Pomfry's Hospital Wing.

"Strange…this happened to me once after a drinking night at the Hog's head with the twins, but wasn't I playing Quiddich?

"You are an idiot, aren't you?"
Harry turned his head to the direction of the voice. Malfoy was lying on the bed next to him with a bandage on the head, arm and was looking at him with his usual pouch. He looked kind of cute that way. With that dark punch-mark around his eye he looked more like a 7 year old who had just fallen over and hurt his hand. "Adorable." Thought to himself Harry.

"What happened to you?"

Malfoy shot him a dirty looked and turned his head to the other side. "None of your business!"

Harry looked at him with sympathy. Not that he liked Draco in any possible way that there was, sometimes that boy looked kind of fun. Although he acted like a selfish brat there was something under his mask.

"It's your fault, you know?"

"Excuse me?" didn't understand Harry.

"Your fault! That we crashed. You were the one that didn't let go of the damn broom."

"Oh so it is my fault that you can't get enough of my ass and you keep on following me around the field."

"Wha-…wha…" in front of Harry's eyes the usually pale and calm boy turned tomato red and looked like he would jump on top of him. The irony!

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Harry was totally shocked when the blond jumped like a jaguar from his bed and right on top of him. Literally!

"What are you doing? No, not the CROUCH!"

A sharp, very painful pain hit Harry's loins as Malfoy hit him with all the power of his knee. Stars and comets burst all around the room as he gave a roar like a dragon after sex. The two fought so fears that the covers of the bed began tightening around them like a cocoon.

"Ah, the springtime of youth!" a sweet and powerful voice sounded a couple of feet from them "Such passion."

The two froze and looked from beneath there covers. The Headmaster, McGonagall, Madam Pomfry, Ron and Hermione were looking at them with something that would be thought as a normal stare to a lion swallowed by a mouse.

"Stop fighting boys!" commanded the nurse as she stepped forward, only to be sopped by Dumbledore.

"Leave them be. Love shouldn't be…-"

"Expeliarmus!"

A jet of red light and Dumbledore was shot against the wall hands and feet spread like a star, his eyes wide open, tongue stuck out and an obvious bump in his pants. Not a very pretty picture. Professor McGonagall on the other hand looked quite pleased with her. She put the tip of her wand against her lips and mimicked the movements of a cowboy in the Wild West.

"Now that this is taken care of would you boys please explain to me…how on earth you can be fighting all the time? I mean, I know you are from different school houses and you can't stand each others presence in a room for more than a minute, but this is not a reason to kill each other." She stopped just to enchant a set of pills and a glass from her wand and continued "I think you should be punished."

"Nice thinking Minerva" smirked Dumbledore, now free from his previous situation "Let them come to my office tonight and I will…-"

Another loud explosion and the Headmaster was lying on the floor. "Shut up! Perverted old sage! Now where was I? Oh yes! Your punishment!"

"But professor," stepped in Hermione. "Now you remembered to object!" thought to himself Harry still trying to secretly sneak from Malfoy's tight grip over his throat. If he came to think of it was somehow cosy, sitting here with him. If only he wouldn't strangle him!

"You cannot punish Harry for that. He didn't do anything. And as much as I hate to admit it. Draco hasn't broken the rules too."

The professor shot Hermione a sharp look, making her smile nervously and looked at the two boys, still strangling. After a second she gave a deep sigh: "I can't believe I am going to do this "she stopped to take a strong sip from her glass, the liquid suspiciously reminding of brandy "Dumbledore?"

No answer. The Headmaster was still lying unconscious on the floor. McGonagall looked at him with pity and walked over to his body. "Wake up you fart!"

Still no answer. She crouched next to him and said in a low voice: "Naked young boys, showering each other."

The second she finished the sentence the lying body jumped, pulling out an old fashioned gun camera from his pocket and started taking pictures like crazy. Everybody in the room looked at his as if he was the lowest rank of life form on the planet. How correct!

"That is supposed to be our supreme leader?" mumbled Ron to himself.

"Dumbledore I have a suggestion." said McGonagall, pretending this had never happened "About the boys!"

"About us?" protested Harry and Malfoy at the same time, already stopped fighting, but still looking at each other with an intent of murder. Both had deep, dark marks under there eyes and bite marks all over there hands.

"Yes, about you. Seeing you can't stop "killing" each other I have decided to put this punishment on you. As

a teacher at Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor, and a vice president to the "Hogwarts Cereal" I put this punishment on you. You will both live in one room till the end of the school year. Roommates!"

"WHAT!!?" was the word that exploded like a bomb, coming out of everybody's mouth. Harry's face had become red like a tomato and when he looked over at Malfoy he saw that he was red too. Ron and Hermione looked as if someone had put a dirt under there nose. And Professor Dumbledore looked as if it was Christmas morning and he had gotten a young, steady, naked hunk with a Xmas hat.

The next few things happened so quickly that almost nobody saw anything. Ron looked at Hermione and started laughing his ass off, the girl following him. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfry smirked at each another. Dumbledore was rapidly writing a letter to some shop in Diagon Alley for a box of tapes and a few video cameras. Malfoy changed from red to blue and then to red again as he jumped on top of Harry and started beating the hell out of him. And Harry, himself, didn't know if he should be laughing or crying.

End of Chapter 1