Disclaimer: See chapter one for details.

Chapter Two: They Meet Again

The roommate wanted ad stated that I didn't have to set up an interview; I could show up anytime I wanted. So on Thursday, I skipped class and went to find the place in the ad. I knew that I shouldn't have ditched class, but this was an emergency. Finding a place to live was more important than learning about dead authors.

The address led me four streets over from Sonya's apartment to a faded and grimy brick building that looked liked it was being squeezed by it's two wider neighbors so hard that it was about to pop out from between them. The apartment building had an ugly tan door that was guarded by two massive windows. All the windows of the brick structure were cloudy. Thick black curtains hid the inside of the building ruining my chance to get a peek of what my potential new home looked like.

Before I left the apartment, I was just a little bit nervous. I was only worried about getting lost and if my future roommate would like me. Now I was starting to panic. The depressing, unkempt building made me wonder if the person who lived here was someone I should meet. Don't get me wrong. Just because someone didn't live in a beautiful, expensive home makes them bad people. It's just the building gave off some strange energy. It felt like it was trying to repel me away from it. I must be letting my imagination get the better of me.

Gathering my courage, which I didn't have much of, I knocked on the door. The hideous door must not have been shut properly because the door swung opened and crashed into the wall. Wincing at the noise and slightly embarrassed, I stepped inside and closed the door, making sure it wasn't going to fly open and scare the next person who uses it to death.

Looking around, I discovered that I had enter a cold, gray room that had an acidy smell lurking in the air. To my right, an old blue sofa and a small coffee table was covered with papers, pens, books, and coffee mugs. A flimsy deck and a wooden stool located at the back of the room, next to a white door, was also littered with papers. No personal touches like pictures, could be seen. The only redeeming quality of the room was the five wooden bookcases, each filled with books of many different sizes and colors, that were lined up against the left wall.

"Hello?" I called out. " I saw your ad in the paper and I…ummm…,"I trailed off. I really felt dumb standing here and shouting at someone who might not even be here or could not hear me.

Not knowing what to do, I strolled over to a bookshelf to get a better look at the books crammed on it's shelves. I know it's weird and kind of rude to walk into a stranger's house and admire their collection of reading material, but I couldn't help it; I didn't know what else to do.

I picked up a large, yellow volume from the top shelf of the middle bookcase and opened it. To my surprise, nothing was printed on the two pages. I thumbed through the book, revealing page after naked page. I was really curious if there were more blank books. Placing the book back, I scanned the shelves for another interesting- looking book.

"Can I help you, miss?"

Letting out a startled yelp, I spun around and came face-to-face with the cute blonde guy I crashed into three day ago. He must had remembered me because he smiled at me. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I was wearing pajamas at the time we met. He probably thought I was crazy.

Taking a deep breath, I said shyly, "Nice to see you again."

"Ditto," he agreed. "I hope I didn't scare you too badly."

"Not really," I lied.

He tilted his head slightly, sending a curtain of white hair to hide his silver eyes from me. "Would you like to sit down?" The blonde asked.

"Okay," I answered.

He ushered me over to the messy couch. He quickly cleared it off and as I sat down, he asked me if I would like something to drink. I declined; I was too anxious to drink anything without spilling it on myself. The blonde joined me, leaving a lot of space between us.

"I was very disappointed with myself for not asking for your name. It was very rude of me," he said. "Just thinking about what my mother's reaction would be if she ever found out about my offensive behavior…" He shivered.

I couldn't figure out what was the big deal was. I mean I didn't asked for his name either. It never cross my mind because what are the chances I would ever see him again.

"If I ever have the chance to meet your mom, I promise not to revel your terrible secret," I said.

He laughed. "I'll hold you to that vow. My name is Scorpius Malfoy." He held out his hand.

"Heather Dursley," I said politely, shaking his hand. "Do you live here?"

I winced when I realized what had just came out of my mouth. What a dumb question. Of course, he must live here. Why else would he be here?

"Yes, I do," he smiled warmly at me. "So what brings you here?"

"There was an ad in the newspaper about someone looking for a roommate," I told Scorpius. "Do you know who it is?"

"The person is me," he replied. At this time, I wanted to bang my head on something very hard so I could hopefully knock some sense into my brain. Maybe I should start wearing a sign that had "dumb blonde" written on it in bold letters.

"My roommate is studying in the United States for a semester, leaving me here to pay the outrageous rent for our apartment," Scorpius explained as he got up. "Would you like to see the apartment?"

"Lead the way."

He took me through the white door and down a long hallway with several doors on either side of us. I was surprise to see this many doors because the building wasn't that big. Are the apartments only made up of one room? At the end of the hallway, a flight of stairs awaited us.

When I get home , I'm taking Sonya out to eat at the most expensive restaurant I knew of for lunch. Then I'm going to take her shopping. Thanks to her, I might end up with a handsome guy as a roommate. I'll miss living with Sonya, but I think I'll be fine. When you have hope and a cute guy to admire, anything could happen.

The apartment was amazing. It had seven, spacious rooms, each one deck out in neutral colors and mix-match furniture. Expect for one room. My future room. With lavender walls, white trim, and purple carpet, the bedroom was lovely. A queen-sized bed with a purple blanket and tons of white and lavender throw pillows on top of it, a huge dresser, and a purple desk that must have been hand-painted were the only furnishings in the room, but they would be enough for me if I got to live here. The bathroom that was connected to the room was just as nice. It was decorated in emerald green, white, and gold and was fairly big.

"Do you like it?" Scorpius asked, leaning against the door.

"I love it, but I didn't expect to find such a girly room here." I was now curious if Scorpius's roommate was a girl. I really wanted to ask him, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin my chance of becoming his roommate.

Scorpius laughed. "Al, my roommate, invited his sister to stay with us. As a surprise for her, we remodeled the room. It took us weeks and she didn't move in. Lily decided she didn't want to leave her parent's house just yet."

"She doesn't know what she missed," I commented, spinning around slowly so I could admire the bedroom again. " This room is better than the room I had as a child."

"Now your over-doing it with the flattering. When you move in, you can change the room if you want," Scorpius told me.

"Move in? You mean…"

"Yup. You can move in if you like."

Squealing in joy, I hugged him. I must of startled him badly because he stumbled backward and felled over, taking me with him.

"Oops! Sorry about that," I said blushing as I scrambled to my feet.

"No problem," He said, getting up. "And I'll take that as a "yes". Do you have any questions for me?"

"Do you like animals? I have a cat and he ain't going anywhere," I said.

"Yes, I do. Al left his dog, Bill, here. Speaking of Bill, I wonder where he is? He usually the first one at the door to greet people. He really likes people."

"And cats?" I inquired.

"And cats," He said laughing. "Can your cat get along with dogs?"

"As long Bill keeps his paws to himself, G.B. can tolerate him," I answered.

"Good. Any other concerns?" I shook my head. "Excellent. When can you move in?"

"Tomorrow."

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