Disclaimer: I don't own these characters….WAAAA!

A/N: Ok, so this is my first HP fic, so go easy on me okay? I hope you like this (and change…)

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He looked around the room in astonishment, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud.

"Whoa," Ron said, entering the room right behind Harry. He heard Ron't bags hit the floor as well.

"Oh, come on, it can't be that-" Hermione said, stopping mid-sentence upon entering. Her bags floated to the ground and softly landed.

"When they said a 'little hole in the wall apartment' I didn't think it'd be the kind of hole in the wall a king would stay in," Harry said, walking around.

The room was (in a word) huge. It was ornately decorated, with all the finest furniture imaginable. Ron, heading straight for the fridge of course, almost fainted when he saw it packed with food.

Hermione levitated her bags around with her as she studied the room, trying not to look too impressed. After a moment, she walked towards the hallway to pick her room. Satisfied with the one that had an adjoining bathroom, she yelled out her door, "I get this one!" With that she started unpacking.

"I feel so honored," her dresser exclaimed.

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"Tho, Harry, how long aw we thaying here?" Ron asked through a mouthful of crackers.

"I hope for awhile, I'm sick of moving," he sighed, looking out the window. "I just wish everyone would leave me alone."

"That's impossible, you're the biggest hero in the wizarding world. You have been since you were a baby. You defeated You-Know-Who finally, and now you're the top Seeker for the most elite team of Quiddich players. You're the most wanted man in – in the world!" Ron said, almost grudgingly.

"Yeah, well, it's not that great. I'm just glad you guys are here. I'd go loony otherwise." He ran his hand through his hair, a habit he had picked up during all of his interviews and award ceremonies.

To him, his life was one big TV show for everyone else to watch. He just wanted to be normal, that's all he ever wanted. To be left alone, just be average.

'Oh well,' he thought, 'No use thinking about it, nothing will change.'

"Hey, Harry," Ron asked quietly, darting his eyes around the room, "Is everything going to be, …you know…normal…I mean, ever since you and…."

"Ron," Harry said, exasperatedly, he was tired of having this conversation, "that over a year ago. Besides, we're not in school anymore, I think we're mature enough to live together and not let it affect our relationship."

"I'm glad you two are working things out," Hermione said from the hallway.

She was leaning against the door frame, dressed in her pajamas, her frizzy hair in a puff of a ponytail. She laughed at her own joke and walked into the room.

As much as he hated to admit it, Ron had a point. This wasn't going to be easy for Harry, and he didn't think it'd be a piece of cake for Hermione either.

After Hogwarts ended, Harry was mixed up in his final fight with Lord Voldermort. Although he won and killed Voldermort once and for all, part of him was still bonded. He spent the better half of the next year in a comma.

Ever since he woke up, things seemed to go from bad to worse. First, Hermione and him split up, then he was being stalked by the paparazzi, then the Dursleys vanished. Moved out, actually, but Harry has no idea where they are (not that he'd go looking for them).

The only good things that happened were that he got offered a position as Seeker for a new professional team, formed by none other that – Oliver Wood. That, and the fact that Hermione, him, and Ron were closer than ever, were the only things keeping him from going off the edge.

Still, that didn't change that fact that he still wasn't completely over her. As much as he wanted to be, he wasn't. Truth is, he never really wanted to end it in the first place. But he knew it wasn't working and he didn't want rumors to spread about their "love life."

Besides, he liked having her for a friend much better anyway. Relationships were no good for him, or the girl he was dating. There was too much pressure involved – mainly from the media.

"So, first night in the new house, anyone scared?" Hermione asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

The boys laughed. "Not yet, just don't put any of that green junk you usually put on at night and I think I'll sleep nightmare free!" Harry said, trying to dodge a pillow launched at his head.

"Yeah well, if you'd stop snoring so loud, I might actually get some sleep," Hermione smirked.

"Okay you two, don't make me be the adult here. Do I have to send you to bed early?" Ron asked, in a mock-parental tone.

"No need, I'll send myself, I'm beat," Harry said through a yawn. He headed down the hallway and into his new room.

He felt less than at home, 'I guess I have to get used to this being my home now, at least for awhile.' He thought, flopping in his bed. It mad a light 'umph' sound.

He rolled over to face the moonlight, running his hand through his hair.

From the living room he heard shouting.

"Ron! Just give me the remote! I don't understand why you're being so childish about this!"

'This will be interesting…' Harry though, piling pillows over is face, trying to muffle the sounds.

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A/N: I know, kinda boring, but almost all starter chapters are! So please review!