Headmistress Minerva McGonagall gripped her fingers tighter into the two boys' shoulders as she escorted them down the long hallways of Hogwarts that led to her office. Every few meters she would mutter angrily under her breath, fuming. It was the third time this week, and it was only a Tuesday! Luckily she had caught them, only a few minutes away from seriously injuring the other in an abandoned classroom.

If Minerva had known how much trouble they would put her through, she never would have invited them back to Hogwarts to re-do their seventh year, or 'eighth year' as it was now called. She had hoped that the boys perhaps would put their rivalries from their past behind them, and accept that they could learn from the other, and perhaps become friends.

Reaching the Griffin that led to her office, she shoved them through the door and into the room.

"Boys, I am horribly disappointed with you. And I say boys still, as no men would behave as you have been behaving. In case you haven't noticed, the war is over, and all that is left to do is unite the wizarding world. And yet here you two are, some of Hogwarts brightest students, one being the boy who lived, squabbling like toddlers!" She scolded.

Draco Malfoys pale pink lips curled into a snarl, "It's all your fault, Potter. Golden boy can't seem to leave me alone, he's deranged, should be locked away in St Mungo's with all the other looneys."

"Shut your mouth Malfoy!" Harry Potters green eyes flashed with rage, and he reached for his wand, Draco mirrored his actions.

"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, that is enough!" Headmistress McGonagall cut them both off, snatching the wants out of their hands. "I am confiscating your wands; I can't have you running about trying to kill each other every waking moment." She hissed. "Now, to help encourage you to get along, it has been decided that you will be moved into the same Dorm. I do not want any arguments; you have had too many chances already. Now, if you follow me, I will show you to your new room." With that, McGonagall swept out of the room, the two boys following her, stunned.

His new home wasn't completely horrible, Draco mused. Headmistress McGonagall had should them to a hidden room behind a pillar on the 5th floor, just down from the prefects bathroom . She had whispered 'Liquorice Wands' and they had entered a small common room. To his right was a hat stand, and an old table, surrounded by seemingly unstable chairs. Directly in front of him was a fireplace, with 3 dinged up arm chairs next to it, and to his left was a set of steps that he supposed led to the bedroom itself, there were no windows.

McGonagall spoke, "I hope you find your accommodation pleasant enough. Your belongings have been placed in your bedroom, you will take your meals down in the great hall as per usual. At 9 O'clock you will be locked in every night, and if you are not in, I will be alerted and you will be in trouble. The lock will release again in the morning at 6 AM SHARP. Please try not to kill each other, and perhaps you will find that you can get along." With that She swept out of the room, leaving the Draco alone with Potter.

Potter ignored him and began to move up the steps, and having nothing better to do, Draco followed him. Potter had sat on a bed at the far right of the room, under the three big windows, and he, deciding it would be best to stay as far away from Potter as possible, selected the bed in the opposite corner, in the dim shadows. Potters bed was next to another door, the one that led to the bathroom. There were 2 other beds in the room, but they were too close to Potter. The air was stale and dusty, he doubted the room had been used for some time.

He spent the rest of the evening unpacking his things, and at one point when Potter had disappeared, even made his was over to the windows, they overlooked the lake, it was a beautiful view. Eventually darkness came, and great drapes fell over the windows. Draco snuggled tighter under his green blankets, trying to block out the draft and the feeling of strangeness. Across the bed, he would hear Potters breathing. It was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep.

Harry Potter woke to the sound of gushing water, as the shower ran in the bathroom behind him. He rolled over and saw steam seeping out from under the bathroom door. He didn't have a bathroom in in dorm. But then he remembered, he had a new room now, with Malfoy. Great. Eventually deciding that he was sick of lying in bed, Harry freed himself from his crimson blankets and walked over to the bathroom door. With a heavy fist, he banged hard.

"Hurry up Malfoy!" He bellowed. From within the bathroom, a deep humming cut off.

"Sod off Potter!" Came Draco's reply, muffled by the running water.

"No Malfoy. I need to use the bathroom, and you're just hogging the water."

"Merlins beard! Leave me alone, so go bother someone else." Draco roared back.

Harry banged on the door again, but he was ignored. After about 10 minutes the shower eventually shut off, and after another 5, Draco finally opened the door, stepping out in only a towel to cover his gleaming body. A cloud of steam followed him, smelling of Apples, Vanilla and mint. Draco's hair was neatly combed into place, his pointed jaw freshly shaven. He stood several inches taller than Harry, and was slim, but still had enough muscle showing. His chest was hairless, and only a slim line of hair trailed over the faintly muscled lines of his stomach from below his navel to beneath his towel.

"Like what you see, Potter?" Came the blonde's mocking remark. Smirking at Harrys inability to form words, he continued.

"Take a picture, it'd last longer." With that, Draco pushed past him and stormed off. Harry Just shrugged and closed the door behind him. He opened the row of small windows above the bath, hoping to clear out the suffocating aroma of his enemy.

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