A/n: Decisions decisions. Harry draco or harry ginny. Hmm.
Chapter 2: Day one of thirty-eight (with Malfoy)
'This can't be happening!' Harry thought 'almost forty days with Malfoy as my room mate. This is a nightmare!'
Draco hadn't acknowledged Harry's presence yet. He just slumped over his desk doing nothing.
"Uhh Malfoy? I'm your new roommate." Harry said, feeling more than a little out of place
"F***! What a week. First my parents kick the bucket, leaving me in Diagon alley to see if I have any living relatives to take me in, and now I've got the snitch swallowing show off Potter as a roommate!"
"Yeah well, I'm not exactly pleased either Malfoy, but I'd rather sleep in your room than Millicent Bulstrode's room any day and in case you haven't noticed, she's got a room here too." Was Harry's reply "Sorry about your parents, even if they were Death Munchers." He added
'Whoa! Apology from Potter! I'm either drunk or hallucinating!' Draco thought
"Whoa! A good point! Who would have thought Potter had it in him. Atta'boy!" Draco replied snidely
"Atta'boy? Malfoy's into 10 year old Muggle catch phrases? I thought Death Munchers hated Muggles."
"And at what point was I a Death Muncher? There's more to me than it looks." Draco ended the name calling and arguing with that comment and went back to his desk.
Harry stood there in silence for a few minutes. 'Draco wasn't a death eater?' he thought
'Oh, he's Draco now is he? The a** who humiliated you for the last 5 years is now being called by his first name? What is * WRONG* with you?' his alter ego thought back
'I feel sorry for him. His parents just died.'
'Lame excuse. Bye.' Thought his alter ego
'Wait! What do you mean?' Harry thought in vain
Harry sighed and asked: "Which bed do I sleep on?"
"Depends. Do you want the one that's sticky or the one that's hard as a rock?" Draco asked
"Um, I'll take the rock." Harry answered
"Tough. That's my bed." Draco grinned
"F***. Fine. Where's the sticky one?" Harry asked
"Over there." Draco pointed
::sigh::
Harry examined the mattress, then left the room. He returned with some sheets. Harry took off the old sticky (ugh) sheets, flipped the mattress over and placed the new sheets on it.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Draco asked
"Do you want me to answer that honestly?" Harry replied
Draco muttered something under his breath.
"No thanks and I'm not the only parentless S******* in the room." Harry shot out
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid." Draco mumbled
"I quite agree." Harry smiled
"Quiet or I'll tell you how that bed got all sticky." Draco sneered
Harry shut up instantly.
It was going to be a long summer.
END! Over, done finis cut print complete chapter etc.
Neopyro, over and out.
Chapter 2: Day one of thirty-eight (with Malfoy)
'This can't be happening!' Harry thought 'almost forty days with Malfoy as my room mate. This is a nightmare!'
Draco hadn't acknowledged Harry's presence yet. He just slumped over his desk doing nothing.
"Uhh Malfoy? I'm your new roommate." Harry said, feeling more than a little out of place
"F***! What a week. First my parents kick the bucket, leaving me in Diagon alley to see if I have any living relatives to take me in, and now I've got the snitch swallowing show off Potter as a roommate!"
"Yeah well, I'm not exactly pleased either Malfoy, but I'd rather sleep in your room than Millicent Bulstrode's room any day and in case you haven't noticed, she's got a room here too." Was Harry's reply "Sorry about your parents, even if they were Death Munchers." He added
'Whoa! Apology from Potter! I'm either drunk or hallucinating!' Draco thought
"Whoa! A good point! Who would have thought Potter had it in him. Atta'boy!" Draco replied snidely
"Atta'boy? Malfoy's into 10 year old Muggle catch phrases? I thought Death Munchers hated Muggles."
"And at what point was I a Death Muncher? There's more to me than it looks." Draco ended the name calling and arguing with that comment and went back to his desk.
Harry stood there in silence for a few minutes. 'Draco wasn't a death eater?' he thought
'Oh, he's Draco now is he? The a** who humiliated you for the last 5 years is now being called by his first name? What is * WRONG* with you?' his alter ego thought back
'I feel sorry for him. His parents just died.'
'Lame excuse. Bye.' Thought his alter ego
'Wait! What do you mean?' Harry thought in vain
Harry sighed and asked: "Which bed do I sleep on?"
"Depends. Do you want the one that's sticky or the one that's hard as a rock?" Draco asked
"Um, I'll take the rock." Harry answered
"Tough. That's my bed." Draco grinned
"F***. Fine. Where's the sticky one?" Harry asked
"Over there." Draco pointed
::sigh::
Harry examined the mattress, then left the room. He returned with some sheets. Harry took off the old sticky (ugh) sheets, flipped the mattress over and placed the new sheets on it.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Draco asked
"Do you want me to answer that honestly?" Harry replied
Draco muttered something under his breath.
"No thanks and I'm not the only parentless S******* in the room." Harry shot out
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid." Draco mumbled
"I quite agree." Harry smiled
"Quiet or I'll tell you how that bed got all sticky." Draco sneered
Harry shut up instantly.
It was going to be a long summer.
END! Over, done finis cut print complete chapter etc.
Neopyro, over and out.