Title: Roommates


Author: DeannaJean

Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron/Blaise, Seamus/Justin

Archive: Sure, just let me know.

Spoilers: All Books

Rating: Strong PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story. They're all property of J.K. Rowling and Schoolastic and all those other people. I just like to tamper.

A.N. Thanks to ChaneyStarr for being my beta which is a feat in itself, and for being my friend, which is even harder *g*.

Also thanks SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed. You have no idea how much I enjoy hearing from everyone and finding out what you like about the fic, AND what you don't. Although I did get flamed so I'm going to put a stronger warning in the summary; it seems some people don't read Authors Notes. This then of course begs the question of why I'm writing them. Perhaps it's just to placate myself.

Warning: This fic is very possibly the most OOC thing I have ever written, I did it for fun…yes there are more chapters to come. Warning, this fic may be a slash overload.
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Being as the next day was Monday, Harry, Ron, and Seamus went to work in the morning as usual. Harry always left the earliest, and came home first. Ron usually left the latest, coming home last. So when two o'clock rolled around, Harry appeared in the living room with a pop that resounded throughout the household.

Justin was lounged out on the couch, scratching at the Daily Prophet crossword with his quill, the ink bottle resting on his chest. He didn't jump or turn when Harry appeared, but he did sit up a bit. Then Harry noticed the piles and piles of large frames all over the living room. He took a step closer, examining them. There were horrid depictions of angels and devils in battle and medieval scenes of all shapes and sizes. Harry turned to Justin in confusion.

"What is all this? Where's Draco?"

Justin shrugged, setting aside the paper, quill, and ink bottle. "I don't know; he left this morning, right after you. He's been gone all day. Some guys showed up at around twelve with all this stuff, I didn't know what to do with it, so I told them to just leave it here."

Harry was immediately nervous. Draco rarely went out for the day without letting him know. And perhaps he was being over-protective, but to be perfectly honest, he wouldn't put it past Lucius Malfoy to suddenly decide to exact revenge on his son for his betrayal. It suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks.

What if this will of his uncle's was just a ruse? What if Draco had gone to the address in the letter to collect and they'd….Oh God.

"Where's Blaise?" he asked urgently.

Justin pointed up. "Bathroom."

Harry raced up the steps, not even realizing that the paintings were quite obviously Barbet Malfoy's, and that it couldn't possibly have been a ruse if the paintings were sitting in his living room. Before he even considered what he was doing, he burst through the bathroom door.

"Blaise, do you - ?"

"No, I don't know where Draco is; no, he didn't tell me when he was coming home; and no, I don't think it was some elaborate plan of Lucius'," he said calmly, looking up at Harry from a bathtub seemingly filled with bubbles. He flung a few at Harry and they stuck to his shirt. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish enjoying my bubble bath."

Nodding, Harry obediently exited the tiny bathroom and shut the door behind him. He heaved a sigh, walking over to the narrow, rickety staircase and plopped down on the top step where he could see the front door and the living room clearly. Then he propped his chin in his palm and waited.

About an hour later, Harry was still sitting at the top of the stairs. Blaise had long since exited the bathroom and entered his and Ron's bedroom to dress. Suddenly, Harry heard the pop that announced someone was Apparating.

"Draco?"

"It's just Seamus," announced Justin from the couch, and as he did, Seamus stepped into view, hanging his coat on the rack by the front door. "Why don't you come down and make some tea?"

Realizing it was a good way to take his mind off considering the worst, Harry complied. As he was coming down the stairs, Seamus addressed him.

"Why are you waiting around for Draco? He hasn't been gone all day, has he?"

"Yes, and nobody seems to know where he's gone," he replied as he headed into the kitchen.

Seamus frowned and sat down on the edge of the couch with Justin, laying a hand on the boy's leg. "What do you think?"

Justin shook his head with a smile. "I think Draco's up to something. No idea what, but it's something."

The Irish boy chuckled and leaned down to place a kiss on Justin's cheek. "Isn't he always?"

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Draco didn't come home in another hour when Ron arrived home from work. In fact, it was another whole hour until he finally turned up. The pop shocked Harry out of the stupor he'd been in while sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his arms.

He stood up so quickly he almost knocked his chair over backwards and raced towards the living room. Apparently, Draco had been racing towards the kitchen at the same speed, because when they both reached the doorway, they collided, Harry toppling over backwards and landing on his back on the wooden floor of the kitchen with an 'oomph'.

Ron stood from his spot in the living room and peeked his head through the doorway. "Hey, Harry; Draco's home."

Harry glared up at him. "Thank you for the news flash, Ron, I appreciate it."

Draco untangled himself from his boyfriend, scrambling back quickly and holding out a hand to help him up. "Harry! You'll never guess what I did today!"

Harry took the offered hand and brushed himself off when he stood. "You had better tell me. You could have Flooed or something, I was worried sick!"

Draco's eyes widened as if the concept that Harry might have been worried about him had just occurred to him. A smile tugged at his lips and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and engaging him in a rather lengthy kiss.

Ron snorted and returned to his seat and Justin and Seamus watched amusedly from their spot on the couch.

Draco pulled back, still smiling. "I'm fine. See, nobody touched a hair on my head." He paused, and then added. "Well unless you count that rather sexy bloke at the real estate office."

"Draco," said Harry warningly; he hated when Draco teased him like that. Then something tugged at the back of his mind and his brows furrowed. He stepped back and examined the blond. "Wait a second…you were at a real estate office?"

Draco grinned proudly. "Yup, and I was at a car dealership, too."

"A car dealership? You went into Muggle London?" asked Harry amazedly.

Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him into the living room so that he could announce this to the others as well.

"No," said Draco, scrunching up his nose. "Well, I suppose I might have if I had any Muggle money, but I had to settle for a wizarding one, so it'll have a few special features."

Harry had long since been staring at Draco amazedly. He blinked and turned to look at him. "Draco…what did you buy?" he asked slowly, a bit afraid of the answer.

Draco took a big breath; Harry covered his face with his hands.

"Well the first thing I did was go see my Uncle's lawyer and I showed him the will and he cleared up everything…put all the money in our account and made arrangements for all the art to be delivered here, which I see he did. So then I headed over to the real estate office, and oh, Harry, they're just the nicest people. They set me up with a nice big plot of land and…now don't freak out, Harry, because I've already made all the arrangements, they're building us a mansion," he said it all very quickly and when he finished he took a deep breath and waited for Harry's reaction.

"I-y-you, you're telling me you went out today and bought us land and you're having a mansion built, for us. That's what you're saying, right? I didn't mishear you or anything?"

"That's right," said Draco quietly. He looked over at Ron, Seamus, and Justin. "And this is for all of us, not just Harry and I."

"Draco…this is insane. You can't just go building mansions, I mean-you-we-"

"I can too! My ancestors did it. We can afford it, Harry, why shouldn't we?" he asked, and then frowned, putting on his best sad-puppy face. "I thought you'd be happy."

Harry immediately melted. "But…Draco, I am," he said with a sigh and pulled the blond toward him. "It's just this is all a bit fast. What about our jobs? Seamus, Ron and I all work here in Diagon Alley, we can't just leave."

"What do you need jobs for?" asked Blaise, coming down the stairs, apparently having heard most of the conversation, which wasn't surprised considering the thickness of the walls. "Draco's just said it was for all of us. I've seen the figures; it's more than enough to sustain all of us and our children into old age." He paused to think. "Well, if we could have any, that is."

Harry sighed and collapsed into his and Draco's favorite armchair. "Okay…so we have a mansion."

"Well…see here's the thing," said Draco and they all looked at him with raised eyebrows. "It's not going to be done until the end of the summer. And I thought, instead of hanging around here like usual, we could take a little…vacation."

"A vacation?" asked Justin, looking intrigued.

"That's why I bought the van. I had an idea. I thought maybe we could take a…well, a road tip of sorts. Make it a race, to see how many beaches we can visit before the mansions done. Not that we'll rush in and out, but you know…just to see," Draco explained.

They were all silent. What Draco was purposing was one hell of an idea.

"When were you planning on doing this?" asked Ron as Blaise came over to sit with him.

Draco grinned. "I thought we'd leave tomorrow, actually."