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Harry's POV

I arrived at work half and hour earlier than I usually did on Monday morning. I had barely slept a wink last night, images of that bartender's naked body rolled around in my mind every time I closed my eyes. I couldn't allow myself to think like that. I had a found a nice apartment at a really reasonable rate, two things almost impossible to come by together. I only had to keep it in my pants around Draco Malfoy for twelve months, then it would be back in with my very heterosexual best friend.

The library was quite as the grave as I unlocked the front doors, though considering it wasn't due to open for another hour that was normal. I took a seat behind the main desk and turned on the computer. It was a pretty old model and I whiled away it's starting up time by making myself a cup of tea in the small staff canteen. By the time I had returned the desktop was loaded. I called up the Internet browser and had Borgin and Burkes' website address half typed in before I had realised what I was doing. I mentally slapped myself and pressed the little red 'x' in the corner.

I sighed heavily, leaning back against the swivel chair, one hand pressed to my forehead. I was already a little obsessed with this guy, and I hadn't even moved in. I forced myself to open a my email account and begin an email to Ron.

Ron,

How was the flight to Oz? I'm assuming you've got major jet lag and are probably too wrecked to drop me a line, rather than that your plane fell out of the sky, though I'm sure that would have been on the news. I've no idea what time it even is in Australia. Anyway, things are grand here. I packed up most of my stuff yesterday. I'm sad to see our old place go :( So many memories. Although I did have to move the couch a little to cover up vomit strain from that twenty four hour bender last year. You know the one I mean :P I found a new place, pretty much by coincidence. It sounds great, I'm moving in tomorrow. I'll be sharing with this bloke, Draco Malfoy, Ron you should see him, though you wouldn't appreciate him. I couldn't even admit this to myself but I'll admit it to you, he's amazing. Sex on legs.
I better go, I'm writing this in work. Let me know you're still alive.

Harry.

At half nine Neville strolled into work bang on time, "Morning Harry, you're in early."

I nodded, looking up from the account books I had been looking over out of sheer determination not to let the mouse stray towards that internet symbol, "Good morning Neville. How was your weekend?"

"It was good, went down the pub with Justin and a few of the lads on Saturday, then went round my gran's for a lovely Sunday roast yesterday." He grinned, "You?"

"It was ok, Ron left for Australia on Saturday and our lease expires today, so I'm moving into a new apartment tomorrow."

He looked at me in interest, "Cool, where is it? I'll bring over a welcome gift." He laughed.

"Knowing you it'll probably be some weird cactus. It's not far from here actually, about two tube stops, which will be handy. It's only for the year though, until Ron comes back from his adventures."

By the time Neville had returned with his own cup of tea, several people had rambled into the library. It turned out to be a very busy day, with three tour groups visting. The library was very large and housed many famous illustrated manuscripts and documents that drew a lot of senior citizen tour groups. I was so busy running up and down to the reference section and checking out books that I didn't get time to check for a reply from Ron until it was nearly time for me to go home.

Harry,

Calm down mate, I'm alive and well. More than well actually. You won't believe this, looks like we're both in for a little lovin' in the coming days. I got seated next to this gorgeous girl, Hermione (weird name I know) on the plane over and after twenty four hours of pretty much constant conversation, we discovered we got on pretty well :P Unfortunately I did not get to join the mile high club ): She's on her own too and we've since buddied up, we checked into the same hostel and everything. I'm writing this in an Internet cafe at the moment while she's out scouting presents for her parents.
About your roommate situation, nice to see I've been replaced already. Joking. I say GO FOR IT MATE.
Better run, ths place is charging me a fortune and I need to keep my change for the pints.

Talk soon, Ron.

I read over his reply several times, mouthing the words 'Go for it mate.' to myself. I decided I needed a second opinion.

I knocked rapidly on the white, double paned door. Ginny answered in record time.

"Harry?"

"Hey Gin." I pushed past her into her living area.

She followed me, her hands on her hips. She was only wearing a slinky purple nightie and her hair was dishevelled, "What's the crisis this time?"

I flopped onto her couch, "What makes you think I'm having a crisis?"

"You only ever come by my place when you have a crisis. Is it a boy problem?"

"Yes." I decided to be honest.

"Any why didn't you consult my brothers on this? They have a little more expertise in the area of boys don't you think? Being boys themselves."

"Because three of them are currently out of the country, one's possibly the most boring man in existence and can you imagine Fred and George giving legitimate dating advice?"

"True. Well you sit tight, I'll make some tea, put on Mean Girls and we talk it out."

She was as good as her word and returned with two steaming mugs and the dvd in hand. Mean Girls was Ginny's favourite film because it featured a sassy red head. Her words not mine. I watched it for Aaron Samuels.

Just as I was about to start dishing my thoughts on Draco, a voice interrupted, "Borrowed your knickers Gin, hope you don't mine."

I sat bolt upright, looking over the back of the couch and saw a girl with waist length blonde hair and large pale blue eyes walking away from Ginny's bedroom.

She smiled at me, "Oh, hi, I'm Luna. How's things?"

"They're fine yeah." I swivelled around to face Ginny, "You should have told me you had company, I'd have come back later."

"Don't worry, I'm heading off now." The girl said easily, "See you later Gin, you were a great shag." She leaned over Ginny's side of the couch and kissed her cheek.

"Bye hun, send me a text next time you're around."

"Will do, bye." And with a small wave, this Luna was gone.

Ginny turned back to me as though nothing had happened, "Now, your crisis?"

I shook my head like a dog getting rid of water, "Yes. Well you see I have this whole belief that you should never fuck around with someoe you live with, unless you're involved in a proper relationship obviously. But now, my belief is about to be shot to hell because I'm moving in with literally the hottest man I've ever seen tomorrow."

Ginny nodded as I spoke, "Then get involved with him in a proper relationship. Obviously."

"I don't want a relationship at the moment. Not yet."

Ginny took my hand and rubbed it softly with her thumb, giving me a small smile, "Don't you think it's time to move on? It's been a while, nearly two years."

"I know." I pinched the bridge of nose.

"He wasn't good for you Harry. He ruined you. Maybe this new roommate can fix you."

"I am fixed. I'm fine now." We both knew that wasn't totally true. "I just . . Living with Ron was so easy, natural as breathing. I could be myself. I'm young, I want to stay living with a mate and continue having one night stands. I'm not rushing into anything ever again."

"I'm not saying that you're to rush into it, just see how things go."

"I guess . . Thanks Gin."

"No problem."

After that we finished the film, pausing several times for tea breaks. By the time I got home I had decided I would stick to my original plan. My relationship with Draco Malfoy would be purely platonic.


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