The door shut and Dumbledore had left the two boys on their separate beds staring at one another with a murderous glint in their eyes. Their new room wasn't so bad, actually, it was very nice looking. It had a large living space with a beautiful couch of a rich dark green, and drapes hung about the room that were a beautiful velvet in a wonderful golden color. The living space then branched off into a kitchen area, where there was a fridge that, when tapped three times, would take an order, and then give you what you had asked for. The oven was the same way, only it delivered hot foods, and the pantry delivered foods that were to be kept at room temperature.

The bedroom, of which there was only one, luckily with two beds, to the relief of the boys, had a beautiful green carpet with a dark red rug under each bed. There was a fireplace in the room as well as in the living space. The one in the boys' bedroom was a bit smaller, but was comforting all the same. Canopy beds were set up side by side on the wall adjacent to the fireplace. These beds were separated only by a couple of feet, and were quickly moved farther apart when the Slytherin and Gryffindor saw how close they were. On the wall opposite the beds was a huge glass window, but was unbreakable under any sort of pressure or by any spell. This window, however, could be transformed into a regular wall, which could then be decorated any way the inhabitants wished, just by saying a simple spell (no wand needed) and then telling the wall what you wished it to look like.

The reason everything in the room operated on spells which could be preformed without a wand was because Harry and Draco had had their wands confiscated. Draco wondered why, of course the Dumbledore's parting words should have given him a hint. The headmaster's words of advice were this: "Boys... I know living together will be hard, but try not to kill each other," and then he had taken the wands.

Harry, for one, was glad his had been taken, because he was sure that if he was still in possession of it, he would have long ago cast a curse that he would later regret.

Draco, on the other hand, was fuming.

"Damn him! I could have cursed you to hell and back... and then back to hell again with no return ticket if he hadn't of taken my wand!" Draco yelled.

"Oh just shut up! I've had enough of your whining for one day! Take that back, I've had enough of your whining for a lifetime, probably more."

"You act as though I'm not suffering, when in fact, I am the one who is suffering most here!" yelled Draco.

"I don't see how that's possible. There are tons of sexy witches and wizards that would just love to be married to me... albeit in a more old fashioned sense of the word..." Harry said.

"Potter, you can't get a much older ritual than barfing on someone's foot. That had to have been invented a billion years ago, it's far too primitive."

"Malfoy, it was invented by one of your ancestors... for all we know, the ritual could have been created just this last generation."

That was the last straw. Draco lunged.

"OOF!" All the air flew from Harry's lungs as Draco barreled into his stomach. Both boys fell to the ground in a disgruntled heap.

"You take that back!" Malfoy shouted.

"Why shouldI?"

"Because I want you to!"

"And you always get what you want?" Harry asked, somewhat curious.

"Of course... don't you?"

Harry started to laugh.

"What? What did I say?"

"Of course I don't always get what I want. That would make life way too dull!" Harry said, tears of mirth in his eyes. He was still laughing.

"Boring? I think it's wonderful to get everything I want!"

Harry didn't answer. He was too busy laughing.

"Shut up! Why are you laughing so hard! SHUT UP!"

Harry continued to laugh until a pillow whacked him in the face.

"Oh, you asked for it Malfoy!" Harry yelled, grabbing a pillow of his own. With animal like war cries, the two students raced at each other, pillows raise above their heads, ready for the first blow.

"You are pure evil Malfoy!" Harry screamed, laughing hard and kicking his feet. Draco's pillow had burst open, and so the blond had taken a handful of feathers, thrown them at Harry, and then tripped him. Once the black haired boy had fallen to the ground, Draco had grabbed a feather and begun tickling Harry's feet.

"I know, I just can't help myself. It's in my nature," responded Draco, still tickling Harry, who was now laughing too hard to do much else besides laugh even harder.

"Okay. I'm done, my arm is tired, and you look like you're about to die of asphyxiation. Wouldn't want to lose the world's golden boy due to a pillow fight turned deadly, now would we?" Draco said, smiling.

Harry chuckled, "I can see the headlines now, GOLDEN BOY DIES IN FREAK PILLOW ACCIDENT,"

Draco snorted through his nose as he and Harry both imagined what the article would look like if Harry died due to a freak pillow accident.

"I think the whole episode would be rather funny, except for the me dying part, of course," Harry stated.

"No, no, no. You're all wrong. It would be very funny, especially the you dying part!" Draco chortled.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Malfoy," joked Harry.

"I've tried, doesn't work. Really a shame, I'm so sexy even I want a piece of myself!"

Harry gaped at his rival-turned-husband in awe. "I never new anyone could be so utterly vain..."

"Ah, yes, well, I pride myself on my high self esteem," Draco responded.

"Wow... you're even proud of your vanity... this amazes me... are you human? I think that someone who had that big of an ego would explode, but I see you're still intact... so tell me Malfoy, is it a spell that keeps you from blowing up, or are you an alien?"

"It's a spell."

"Are you joking?"

"Of course not. Malfoy's never joke."

"You're joking."

"Were you listening Potter? I said Malfoy's never joke," Draco said, straight faced and seriously.

"Oh gods... you're not joking..."

Suddenly, a pillow (which had magically appeared on Malfoy's bed, after the previous one had burst) hit Harry upside the head, throwing him backwards off the bed, where he had been sitting.

"Of course I'm joking, you twit!" Draco yelled, then busted up laughing.

Harry began to laugh, too, then stopped abruptly, "Wait. Malfoy. Do you know what's happening?"

"I should think so... You were laughing, and are now serious, I was laughing, and am now answering your question, and there are feathers still falling from the roof from when my pillow exploded."

Harry gaped again, "No, Malfoy! It's the apocalypse! We're being civil to each other!"

"Are we? I suppose we are. Well... we better stop such horrid behavior this instant!" Draco joked.

"Oh, of course!" Harry replied, laughing.

"Master."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"The sentence you just said, on the end of it, you need to say 'master,'" Draco answered.

"Malfoy... I think you've gone nuts... actually, never mind... You can't go someplace you're already at."

"No, I mean, since you are my wife, you need to call me master." Draco said.

"Hey! Who made me the wife! And since when do wives call their husbands 'master'?"

"Since now."

"Draco. You need help. I can suggest a wonderful psychiatrist..."

"Draco."

"Yes... that's your name, isn't it?" Harry asked, very very confused.

"No, I know, it's just that you've never called me Draco before."

"Oh. Sorry if I offend."

"No, no! By all means, call me Draco. And master."

"What is it with you and the whole 'master' thing? What kind of kinky things go through your mind at times like these? Actually, don't tell me that, I don't really want to know."

"You're right, you don't. As for the kinky things, saying master isn't that kinky... is it?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, actually, it is. Why did you think wives called their husbands 'master'?"

"That's what my mom calls my dad..."

"You're joking," Harry said.

"Like I said, Malfoy's never joke," Draco replied.

"But when you said that, you were joking!"

"I know."

"You confuse me," stated Harry.

"That's my goal in life."

"Are you serious about the whole master thing?"

"Of course not you overly gullible prat," Draco said.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, "Oh good, for a second I thought you really meant that you wanted me to call you master. I thought you meant that I was the wife, too!"

"Well, I did mean that."

"Mean what?"

"You're the wife, of course," Draco said.

"Why me?"

"Because I said so."

"And you always get what you want," Harry mocked.

"Of course," Draco either ignored the mocking tone, or didn't catch it.

"Draco neither of us is a girl. Neither of us can be a wife," Harry tried to point out.

"But-"

Harry cut Draco off, "No buts. Neither of us is the wife."

"Fine!" Draco pouted, storming off to the bathroom and locking the door.

"Why me?" Harry asked the empty room. He didn't receive an answer. Then again, he wasn't really expecting one, but it would have been nice.

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