*Obviously these aren't my charecters. I own the plot, that's it. Do I have to put this in the front of every Chapter? Would J.K. Rowling really accuse me of taking credit for HER work? I am doubting that. But it is HER work. I only take credit for the plot.

It wasn't until Ron reached the room he and Harry shared before he realized just what Dumbledor had said. He threw himself down on the sprawling red and gold bed, reached for one of the pillows that matched the glitzy comforter, and played with one of the tassels. "Harry," he said, "Do you realize Draco will be sharing a dormitory with us?" Harry, who had been sitting on the other bed looking over his notes from his new Apothecary class, rolled over and shrugged. "I guess there's nothing we can do about it. It's weird that he put him in Gryffindor, I guess after Slytherin, Ravenclaw would have suited him better. But Dumbledor knows what he's doing, and I'm sure Professor McGonagall had to agree as well." Harry went back to studying his notes. "That's another thing Har, no one's seen McGonagall anywhere!" Ron couldn't hide the worry in his voice. "It's like she's disappeared!" Anywhere else, this claim would have sounded unbelievable, but they were at Hogwarts, where statues could move, portraits could talk, and mirrors could show you anything you wanted.

Harry looked up at Ron, "look Ron, normally I'd be scared too, but after last year, I just want a normal year! I don't want to use the invisibility cloak to sneak around, I don't want to fight dragons, and I don't want to be known as 'the boy who lived!' I just want to go back to normal, I want this year to be normal!" He stood up and stretched, "Now, I'm going to take a break and go down into the great room, would you like to come? Maybe we could play Chess or something." Not waiting for a reply Harry turned and headed down the stairs.

"Harry! Wait up!" Ron yelled, catching up to him. The two boys went rushing down the stairs and nearly ran into Draco, who was followed by his stuff, all neatly stacked and floating in mid air as he stopped. "Going to play dolls, ladies?" he sneered. Ignoring the comment Harry looked down at him, "What room are you in Malfoy?" he crossed his fingers saying to himself "not 412, not 412, not 412" Draco glared at him, "I'm in 416! Not like it's any matter to you!" Both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief and continued down the stairs. Ron stopped and chuckled to himself. "That's Neville's room!" Harry laughed. Right on cue Neville came trudging up the steps. "Why so glum, longbottem?" Ron bit back his own laughter. "You'll never guess who they have me sharing a room with now!" he groaned. "Who?" Harry said, fighting a smile. "Draco Malfoy!" Neville had begun to whine. "No!" both the boys said in unison, "Not Malfoy!" Ron laughed, "while, good luck with that!" He patted him on the back and strode down the steps.

Finally they reached the Great Room, it looked deserted, and there was only one other person in the room. It was Parvati. She was reading a book. As soon as Ron stepped in she stood up and smiled, "Hey Ron!" She smoothed out her robe and then raked her hair back. "Hey Parvati, have you seen Hermione?" Ron asked. Parvati frowned, "No Ron, I haven't seen her." She pouted and sat back down on the large overstuffed chair.

Ron and Harry settled at one of the chess tables and began to play; neither of them noticed Parvati's sighing and shrugging going on in the corner she was sitting in. Finally she stood up and stomped out of the room. In her hurry to leave she nearly knocked over her roommate, Hermione. "Whoa, sorry there!" Hermione said, she was still very unsure of herself. "You loyal slaves await! PRINCESS!" Parvati said sarcastically. Not catching on to it, Hermione eagerly rushed into the room. "Slaves?" she thought. "Oh it's just you guys." She said, looking very disappointed. "Well it's nice to see you too!" Harry said cheerfully, ignoring the sour tone in her voice. "Hermione," Ron began, "you wouldn't mind going out to Diagon alley with me this weekend, would you?" Hermione gave him a pointed look, "Are you asking me? Or are you telling me?" She glared at him. Ron immediately backed off, "I was just wondering-" "Look, it's been a long day, I have been beating my brains out trying to learn names, and schedules. I think that girl just ran into is a roommate of mine, so look, I'm tired and I don't want to talk to some scratched up boy and some Squeaky rodent boy right now, okay? Forgive me if I sound mean, but this is not a good time!" Hermione spun on her heel and stalked up the large staircase that led to the girl's rooms. "Ooh, I'll kill Malfoy for what he did to her!" Ron growled. "Why? Because the queen wouldn't talk to the poor little pauper?" Draco's voice was cold and chilled as he came up behind them. Ron leapt out of his seat and whipped out his wand. "Let's go Malfoy! Right now! You and me!" Draco stood there looking shocked, and then he collapsed in a fit of laughing. "What are you going to do Weasels?" He wheezed, "Poke me to death?" He continued laughing as he headed for the portrait leading out of the dormitory. "Bosteres Quantatum!" Ron bellowed. Nothing happened, Draco was still laughing and now Harry had joined in too. Ron looked down; he was holding a mere quill.