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Chapter two: Crazy laides, cryptic teachers, and Malfoy stole my bed.

My family hates me. This is the only explination for why I'm standing

outside a Muggle apartment buliding with Malfoy and McGonagall.

I thought dad would put his foot down. Me, spending the summer with a

Malfoy? If I had asked to do this, I'd be dead by now. But all he

would say in his letter was that "House unity is important." or, "We

don't want another war, Rosie. Fighting like this started the last one."

Way to make someone feel good, dad. Tell them they could start

Wizarding War III.

So, I packed my trunk, told my family and friends goodbye, and

considered writing a will. Lily had stopped me though, saying if I

died, she'd "Take REALLY good care of your things. Espaically your

clothes. But only the cute ones. The rest can go to Roxy."

And now here I was. McGonagall was fumbling with the Muggle keys, but

finally, she got the door open. The lobby was empty, save for a bored

looking guy in one of the chairs, and a perky looking old lady. She

bounced over to us happily.

"Oh yes, are you the new residents? So lovely to have you here! We

hardly ever get such nice young people!

Have you just been married then?"

Bahahahaha! Married! That was a good one. I struggled to hold in my

laughter while I waited for McG to correct her. But she didn't appear

to be listening.

"Yes, yes."

She said vaugly, pushing our luggage over to us. "You can show them

where they're staying then? I've just had a urgent message, I must get

back..."

"Oh yes of course! Come now, dearies, I'll show you along. Bradley!"

she snapped at the bored looking guy.

"Put this luggage up in number seven.!"

He pulled himself out of the chair, and started loading our things

onto a rickety cart.

"Now then, right this way duckies." she called, already halfway to the

lift.

It was a silent ride. I think I heard her chattering, and Malfoy

giving one word answers, but it was fuzzy. I was going mad. They

thought we were married! This couldn't be happening. It had to be a

dream. A really, really bad dream.

"Malfoy, pinch me." I whispered, as Miss-happy-old-lady led us down

the decrepit hallway. "This is all a nightmare. If you pinch me, I'll

wake up."

He eyed me like I was mad,

but seemed to think it was worth it, because next thing I knew, my arm

was stinging painfully and Malfoy was smirking again.

This isn't a dream. Nononono.

This is bad.

"Now then! This is your apartment, lovely little thing if I do say so.

Two bedrooms, altough I don't see why you'd need another one, a

bathroom, and a great area. You luggage should be up shortly, and if

you need anything, just give me a holler."

I looked at it. It was alright. A bit dank and dark yes, but at least

nothing was alive.

I stuck my head into the first bedroom. Small, but neat. A twin bed, a

desk, and some bookshelves.

The next one was about the same, but with a large cabinent instead if

shelves.

"Malfoy!" I called, not really caring where he was. "I get the room

with the...bookshelves." I sighed. He was lying on the bed in MY room,

still smirking.

"Why, hello there Weasel. Like my room?"

"I saw it first, Ferret." I growled.

"Ah, yes, but i'm the one in it. So, it's mine. Have fun in the other

one. I think I heard something rattling in that cabinent."

"Okay, Malfoy. We're stuck here weather we like it or not. We can keep

trying to kill each other, or we can just ignore each other until we

get to leave. Now, the ignoring appeals to me, because it means I

don't have to see your face."

"Works for me too Weasel. See you in September." He shut the door in

my face, leaving me to get my bags from sullen Bradley. I left his

where they were, in the doorway. He could find them himself.

Then I shoved my trunk to the foot of my bed, pulled out my pajamas

and got dressed, then lay down. Switching off the light, I wondered

how I was ever going to survive this.