Harry was bustling around his kitchen trying to prepare breakfast for himself and his two roommates. They weren't awake but judging from the aroma of the food, at least one of them would be up and ready to eat everything before it hit the table. Just as expected, a rather sleepy and pissed-off looking red head stumbled into the kitchen. He took one look at the food on the stove and his mood seemed to lighten slightly as he took a seat at the table no more than 5 feet from where Harry was standing, wincing slightly at the hardness of the wooden chair.

"Hullo Ron" Harry said without turning, Ron grunted as a reply. "Did you finally get to sleep?"

"I dunno what you're talking about Harry" Ron replied, slurring slightly due to the fact he was still have asleep. "Hermione and I went to bed plenty early."

Harry snorted with laughter "3:00 in the morning isn't early Ron; it can be compared to your usual 5:00 am bedtime. You're just lucky that Hermione works so you don't have to get only 1 hour of sleep."

Harry ducked quickly, narrowly avoiding the balled up towel that was chucked at him. Laughing, he picked it up and threw it back at his best friend. Hermione, the third roommate, decided to walk it at that moment.

"Harry, don't chuck stuff at Ron." She said with an annoyed tone of voice "One of these days, you two will kill each other on accident"

"He started it!" Harry accused, pointing at Ron who gasped in mock suprised.

"Dear Harry," Ron said dramatically, rising from his seat and walking over to Hermione. "Are you saying that my dear girlfriend's eyes have deceived her? What a shame you should suggest such a thing!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and gave Ron and swift kiss on the cheek "Good morning to you too, Ron"

Hermione and Ron both took their seat at the table just when Harry was finished preparing breakfast. As usual, Ron piled up his plate with beacon, eggs, toast, waffles, and sausages. Hermione made a disgusted face and started eating her pile of food that was less than half the size of what Ron was stuffing down his throat. Harry always ate the remainders along with cereal because sometimes with Ron there wasn't any remainders by the time Harry got the chance to sit down.

Ron was surprisingly the first one to finish, even with seconds. He rose from the table and started off out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. He halted abruptly, turned around, and stomped back to the table. Harry smiled with satisfaction as Ron picked up his plates and dumped it in the sink then stalked off towards his room.

"You've got him trained, haven't you Harry?" Hermione laughed "When he first moved in, he wouldn't even touch his dishes after he was done with them."

Harry tapped his head "I'm just smart like that, now I think someone needs to get ready and go before they are late for work."

Hermione looked down at her watch and yelped, jumping up and putting her plates in the sink. Giving Harry a friendly hug, she waved goodbye and apparated to Flourish and Blotts where a famous writer was waiting for his book signing gig. Harry laughed at Hermione's quickness and cleaned up all of the remains of the trio's breakfast.

After Harry set all of the dishes in their proper place, the doorbell rang. Drying his hands with a towel, he walked over to the door and looked into the peephole. Harry put on a straight face as he caught a flash of blonde hair and then smiled as he unlocked and opened the door.

"Good Morning, Draco" Harry said evenly, still keeping his smile plastered on his face. "You just missed breakfast."

"Good Morning to you too, Harry." Draco replied, stepping into the home. He hung up his cloak and turned to the living room beside the front door, plopping himself onto the couch and turning on the Television.

"My, aren't we comfortable." Harry shook his head and chuckled. Draco gestured for him to sit down on the couch and Harry complied.

"I visited your parent's house yesterday" Draco said after a moments pause.

"How are they and the house doing?" Harry asked quietly, looking down at his lap with a newfound sadness.

Draco put a reassuring arm around Harry's shoulders "They are fine, the house is in perfect shape thanks to the gardener and house-keeper you hired." Draco smiled "You should go by sometime."

Harry shook his head "I went there last week but I couldn't stay for long due to all of the other people either gawking at me or the house." Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder "Maybe I should move there."

"Maybe you should, it's roomy and you seem more comfortable when you are around that area." Draco reasoned "What is the reason you aren't there now?"

"What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry argued "They will need a place to live. Ron doesn't work and Hermione's salary is a lot but not enough to cover the apartment and food."

"Ron needs to get off his lazy ass and get a job before I hex him to oblivion" Draco growled "and I mean this in the nicest of ways" he added hastily by the look on Harry's face.

"No, I agree with you. It's just hard to tell him that he needs to start working. He goes out and parties until 2 in the morning then stumbles home and watches TV until he drops dead on the couch. Hermione happens to be thoughtful enough to carry him into his room." Harry scowled at the direction of Ron's room.

"So I'm guessing they are still dating each other?" Draco joked "Even after 2 years they are still joined at the hip"

Harry laughed at Draco's remark and a pillow came whizzing past from down the hall to hit Harry square in the face. Draco howled with laughter until the pillow rebounded off of Harry's head to hit Draco.

"Shut up!" Ron yelled from his room. "I'm trying to sleep!"

"Get a job Weasley!" Draco yelled back. Harry used the pillow to stifle his laughter but Draco could still hear him. Draco rolled his eyes and put a silent spell on the room and Harry removed the pillow covering his face.

"Anyway," Draco continued "I would think that Hermione and Ron would be happy that one; they get to make their best friend happy and two; they get a whole apartment to themselves."

"Even though Hermione is smart and Ron is...well...can be resourceful, they can't support themselves no matter how hard they try. Neither of them can cook and with both of them working, Ron would still have to do cleaning because of Hermione's work hours. Ron doesn't clean anything if his life depended on it."

Draco sighed in defeat "Maybe you're right, besides, with your increasing illness, you need them as well. How are you doing with that anyway?"

"I'm fine" Harry replied irritably "I've had constant nosebleeds, headaches, dizziness, hot flashes, and fever but the doctor said the medicine won't kick in for a couple of days."

Draco's eyes softened slightly. "It doesn't matter if you are on medication or not, there is always the chance that the meds won't work. None of us want that to happen to you, I don't want to lose any more friends."

Harry nodded in understanding. The war was hard on everyone even though Voldemort was killed in the end. There were many prisoners of war that were lost along the sea of dead bodies from both sides. There were hundreds of medical wizards and witches but not all of them could lift the horrible curses given by the warriors. Many friends of both Harry and Draco died but some of the survivors were still there to give support to each other.

"Any other symptoms?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head and smiled at Draco's small but audible sigh of relief.

"I haven't coughed up blood since that time in the emergency room but that was because I was sitting in a position where the blood from my nosebleed got to my throat."

Draco winced "Oh great, thanks for that lovely image. Do you think we should wake Weasley up? He's been asleep since I got here."

Harry stood up "Yeah I suppose so. How are we going to wake him up today?"

Draco smiled mischievously "So many choices. I personally like the bucket of water but we did that two days ago."

Shrugging, Harry conjured up a bucket with ice-cold water and started off down the hall, motioning for Draco to follow him. They tip-toed into Ron's room and over to his sleeping form. Ron was snoring loudly which was perfect to suppress Draco and Harry's almost-silent laughter.

"One...Two..." Harry started but Draco nudged him.

"Let me do it this time!" Draco whispered. Harry nodded and handed him the bucket.

"Alright now, one...two...THREE!" The two yelled as Draco poured the ice-cold water over the sleeping red-head. Ron yelped at contact with the water and he shot up out of bed before collapsing back into the icy, water soaked sheets.

"WHAT THE BLODDY HELL HARRY!" Ron yelled when he was fully awake.

"Nuh uh!" Harry replied "It was Draco's fault this time!"

Ron rounded on Draco "STOP BEING A GIT!"

"Get a job" Draco replied coolly

"Stop being a git then"

"Get a job"

"Stop being a git'"

"Get...a...job" Draco said, using hand motions with each word and then making a rude gesture. Ron's face turned an angry red and he stalked off towards his bathroom and slammed the door. Harry and Draco gave each other a high-five and left the room to the kitchen.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Harry asked Draco, opening the fridge. "We have leftover pizza, Chinese, and...Sushi..." Harry pulled out the sushi knowing full well that Draco would never turn the food down. Draco grabbed the food hungrily and opened the silverware drawer, pulling out chopsticks. He sat down at the table and began shoving the food into his mouth. Harry chuckled and then chanced a glace at the clock.

"Holy crap, its 1:00. Don't you have to be somewhere?" Harry asked

Draco shook his head but never put down his food "1:30, I'm going to my office at 1:30. When are you going to work?"

Harry sat next to Draco and shrugged. "Technically it is my day off but I might leave here at about 2:15 or so to check up on some stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Meh, nothing much. I was just trying to see if I could track down Remus. He has been floating around somewhere but he won't tell me where."

Draco finally put down his meal "If he doesn't want to tell you, it is probably dangerous. Let him be for now."

Harry pouted "I want to at least know where he is" he whined

"Fine, but don't go chasing him or anything."

"I won't"

Draco resumed his meal, satisfied with Harry's response. Soon, he was finished and threw the empty take-out containers away along with the chopsticks.

"You don't wash chopsticks, right?" Draco asked after he threw them away. Harry shook his head.

"Those are disposable. The other ones we don't use."

Draco walked over to Harry and gave him a pat on the back. "Well, take care. I'm gonna go."

"Mmmk, come over for dinner or something...we are having spaghetti."

"Alright" Draco said as he grabbed his cloak and put it on. "Bye"

Draco apparated on the spot, waving at Harry as he did so. Harry waved back at the spot where Draco once stood and went over to the living room to watch TV and face the wrath of Ron once he got out of his room.