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Harry walked Draco to the door of Slytherin's common room and after a few more teasing comments from each of them, and maybe a goodnight kiss or two, Harry walked back to the Gryffindor tower with a spring in his step.

The scroll from McGonagall also had Gryffindor Tower's new password, augamenti, so Harry could go and get his trunk from his room with Ron, Dean and Seamus.

Despite the late hour, it was a Saturday night and Harry expected some Gryffindor's to be up late, probably celebrating their first night back to Hogwarts. Harry cast a glamour charm before entering the common room, to change his appearance so his house-mates wouldn't recognise him.

"Augamenti," Harry said clearly, and the door swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room, warm and welcoming with a fire blazing and a small dance party. An old record player was sitting in the corner, being fiddled with by a student, probably muggle-born or half-blood.

Harry moved with the music to move quickly through the crowd, barely attracting attention of the other Gryffindor's. He reached the bottom of the stairs to the boys' dorms and walked up the stairs, removing the charm as he went and wondering what he might tell Ron about his relocation.

"Hey, Harry," Ron greeted as Harry walked into their room, on the highest level because they were 7th years. Ron was flopped on his bed, flicking through a quidditch book.

"How're things going here?" Harry asked, leaning his broom against the bed and opening his trunk to put his invisibility cloak away.

"Loudly, that's how. They've been playing music since the feast ended and I doubt the party will be ending soon. First weekend of the school year, people gotta party apparently." Ron said, sounding annoyed. Usually he enjoyed the parties.

"Why aren't you down there?" Harry asked, looking at his best friend curiously.

"Not in the mood to party. 'Mione and I had a little fight." Ron admitted sadly.

"What about?" Harry asked, wanting to help his best friends make their relationship work. He knew how much Ron cared about Hermione.

"She's already nagging me to start work for classes. Already Harry! It's the first day back, never mind it being a Saturday! It's inhumane!" Ron complained, slowly getting whinier as he continued. Harry nodded in agreement, it was bro-code that when your best friend complained, you agreed with them to comfort them.

"So we argued about it and then she stormed off to read in her room and I came up here." Ron finished, flopping back on his bed.

"You could join the party, take your mind off of things for a while." Harry suggested, "Or, you could go apologise for being a butthead and fix things, because I know that you care about Hermione more than you really let on, and I know 'Mione only wants us to do well this year, after everything that's happened. She's in her room reading because she's upset, the war changed a lot of things, a lot of people. She just wants things to be like they used to be, surely you can understand that, Ron." Harry finished his short speech and looked at Ron, who was either asleep or he was purposely not meeting Harry's eyes.

"God damn it, you're right, Harry. Why are you always right?" Ron groaned quietly, "I should go speak to her," He moved to get up from the bed.

"Good, but while you're here, I need to tell you something." Harry said, making Ron still his movements. "McGonagall is getting private quarters sorted for me, I can't deal with people right now… during the summer I never had a second alone. There was always some wizard or other coming up to me to thank me, or a Daily Prophet reporter coming to interview me for the hundredth time. I just can't deal with that. Not here, not after everything. I just thought I should tell you that I'm leaving the tower and why." Harry finished in a rush, worried at what Ron would say. Ron looked kind of shocked, to say the least. But he nodded after a moment and stood to hug his best friend in a very manly way.

"Thanks for telling me, Harry. Whatever it takes for things to be okay, for you to be okay, I'm cool with it." Ron said into Harry's shoulder. Harry had grown taller than Ron over summer, now nearly half a head taller. They parted and sat back on the bed.

"Another thing is, I'm going to be staying in the Room of Requirement until the quarters are ready, so I'll be there if you need me. Plus, now you've got somewhere to go when you two want some privacy, either my place or the Room of Requirement. You're welcome any time, mate." Harry said, he really wanted his friends to be happy. He was willing to do anything to help.

"Aw, cheers mate. I'll keep that in mind." Ron said, clapping Harry on the back.

"Well, I better go get settled in, tell Hermione to come by tomorrow, and I can help smooth things over between you two." Harry said standing and grabbing his broomstick. He charmed his trunk to levitate along with him, it was far too heavy to even think about carrying the whole way to the Room of Requirement.

Thankfully when Harry went back downstairs to the common room, the crowd had thinned and most people were half asleep on the armchairs. He quickly walked through, trying not to disturb the tired Gryffindor's.

The halls were quiet as he walked to the seventh floor, trunk hovering beside him and broom in hand. He imagined a nice bedroom with bathroom attached, a small but well equipped kitchen and cosy living room while he walked three times back and forth in front of the entry to the Room of Requirement.

The door appeared and Harry walked in to the living room area, seeing homely armchairs and a sofa, a small coffee table, with a plush rug beside a roaring fire and a hallway, most likely leading the bedroom and kitchen. He leant his broomstick against one of the armchairs and continued his inspection, walking down the small hallway. Opening one of the doors revealed a modern kitchen, with clean countertops, a cooker, fridge and sink and a small dining table with a few chairs around it. He went to see the other room, and was suitably impressed. The room had a four poster double bed, with dark red curtains like in Gryffindor Tower, bedside tables with lamps and a wardrobe and dresser. Another door in the room lead to his bathroom, with a large shower and all the necessary bathroom stuff.

Harry removed the charm on his trunk and let it sit at the end of the bed, he could unpack tomorrow. He undressed and threw on pyjama bottoms, thinking he would be warm enough under the thick quilt. The bed was like lying on a cloud, and Harry soon fell asleep, thinking of a certain blonde with silver eyes and lips that tasted like chocolate.

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