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Here's Chapter 2! So go on! Read and Review please.
Stepping out of the fireplace , both boys gasped when they saw The Room. The living room was tastefully decorated in deep reds and greens with a dark hardwood floor.
There were two large bookcases that covered one wall and a small loveseat in front of the fire place. Walking a few steps farther in, there was a door that led to a bright kitchen. Decorated in black and white with stainless steel appliances, everything was top of the line.
Going back through the door they walked through an archway that led to a small sitting room. There was a plush black couch with a wooden coffee table in the front of it, while off to the side of the room it had a large plasma television.
"Yes! A television!" Harry cheered in his head.
"What the bloody hell is that, Professor?" Draco questioned, starting at the item in disgust.
Harry chuckled and turned towards him.
"Malfoy, you've never seen a television?"
Draco looked at the television and then back to Harry.
"A telly what?"
Harry shook his head, still looking amused.
"I'll show you later what it does."
"Whatever," Malfoy grumbled, crossing his arms defiantly he turned back to the professors who were looking amused.
"What's so funny?" Malfoy snapped.
Well, Mister Malfoy, it looks like you just had a civil conversation with Potter," Snape said, sneering at the two boys in amusement when their faces flushed pink.
Looking anywhere but Harry, Draco asked, "Where are the bedrooms and the bathrooms?"
McGonagall walked out of the small room and led them farther down the hallway. There was a door before the two bedrooms that led to a small bathroom decorated in bright white.
Malfoy walked in and did a small survey of the room and then noticed something that made his face pale.
"There is only one sink?"
"Yes," Snape snapped at him.
"Why does it matter, Malfoy? Not enough room for your hair products?" Harry said in a teasing tone.
Reaching in his robe for his wand, his eyes snapped back up towards Harry when he realized he didn't have it.
"Potter," he drawled and put on a smirk, "Would you give me my wand back?"
"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall scolded, "Why do you have Mister Malfoy's wand?"
Harry looked down at his feet staring at the white tiled floor
"Umm…"
"Ever so eloquent, Potter," Draco snapped.
Looking up, Harry glared at the blond boy and reached inside his robe to grab the wand. Pulling it out, Snape grabbed it while McGonagall put her hand out expectantly waiting, for Harry's wand.
When both teachers had the wands they led the boys to the two last rooms down the hall. One door was on the left wall, while the other was on the right. Each bedroom was decorated the same with cream colored walls, a queen sized bed, dressers, and a nightstand.
"Well, you boys are all set to begin your first night here. Tomorrow be expecting homework from me. If you have questions the button you press is by the fireplace," Professor McGonagall said, while walking down the hall towards the fireplace.
"Yes, seeing as you boys won't be in class for potions," Snape snapped, "Expect essays from me."
Snape followed after McGonagall, and when both teachers reached the fireplace they turned back towards the boys and shook there heads at them. Snape stepped in first and shouted out his destination and disappeared.
"Do try not to kill each other," McGonagall said before stepping into the fireplace and disappearing in green flames.
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After the teachers left, both boys stood there in an awkward silence before Malfoy walked over to the bookshelf and examined the contents of it.
"You read?" Harry asked, sounding shocked.
"Yes," Draco snapped, "I read."
Feeling anger boil inside him, Harry took a few deep breaths before he responded.
"What kind of books do you read?"
Draco turned towards Harry and started to walk towards him.
"What do you think your doing, Potter?"
All Harry did was put a puzzled look on his face, and stare at the boy in front of him.
"Potter," Draco sneered, "Let's get this straight. We're not ever going to be friends. The teachers can lock us up in a house together but that doesn't mean we will be friends. So, stop trying to have a 'civil' conversation with me. Understand?"
Harry felt his heart drop when Draco said this. On some level he was hoping they could try to put aside their childish rivalry and start over.
"Fine," Harry snapped and started to walk away, "We'll just be stuck in here forever you selfish bastard!"
Before Draco could respond, Harry slammed the bedroom door and all was silent in the house.
"Bloody Gryffindors," Draco mumbled to himself.
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Several hours later, Harry emerged from his newly claimed room and walked in the kitchen. Opening the door he stood there frozen in shock when he saw Draco cooking.
"You cook?" Harry gasped.
"Potter," Draco drawled, "Is this going to be like the book conversation? Yes, I cook. I do a lot of things that you would find shocking."
"Oh," Harry said watching the way Draco moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, "What are you cooking?"
Harry walked over to the counter and leaned against it, trying to see inside the boiling pot on the stove.
"Some recipe my mom taught me when I was little," Draco answered, sounding a little bit sad.
Harry felt guilt bubble in his chest when Draco mentioned his mom. She died trying to get herself and Draco to The Order's hiding spot. Along the way they were being chased by Death eaters and they got Draco's mom but not him.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Harry asked, "What happened to your dad if he didn't come with your mom?"
Draco looked up and stared at Harry for a few moments, for a second , Harry thought he was going to get a pot of boiling water thrown at him, but Draco just stirred the mixture and sighed.
"You're doing it again."
Harry got up and walked over to the fridge to get a drink.
"Doing what?" He answered while sipping a bottle of water.
Draco looked up and stared at Harry again.
"Having a 'civil' conversation with me."
Harry walked towards Draco and stared back at him while trying to calm the fluttering in his chest.
"I don't see what's so bad about that" He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
For a few moments both boys just stood there staring at each other. Emerald eyes bored into silver eyes, when Draco shook his head and went back to stirring.
"Did you ever think, Potter," The silver-eyed boy asked curiously, "that I don't want to be your friend?"
Feeling his heart drop again, Harry walked out of the kitchen and into the little sitting room. Plopping down on the couch he grabbed the remote off the coffee table and started to flick through channels.
About half an hour later, Draco walked in carrying a bowl of whatever he was cooking in the kitchen and sat down next to Harry. Leaving a good distance between them on the couch though.
"What the bloody hell is this?"
"This," Harry said pointing at the TV, "Is called a television. It's filled with different channels to watch. It's kind of like having a pensive jar in the television, except most of the shows are fake."
"Oh," Draco answered while slurping on his soup.
Feeling his stomach growl at the smell of food, Harry stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen. Seeing the big pot on the stove, he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and scooped some into it.
Walking back into the sitting room, Harry sat down next to Draco and the two boys watched the TV in a comfortable silence. After a few TV shows later, Draco stood up and stretched and started to walk to his bedroom.
"Goodnight, Potter," Draco mumbled sleepily.
After Draco left, Harry felt his heart soar with happiness.
"Not being friends my arse."
Harry knew by the time that they got out of here, he and Draco would be friends. It didn't matter if Draco didn't want to be friends, it would just happen.
Okay there's chapter 2! Review please(:
