"Yes, cunning, more cunning than you'll ever know!"
"I will never know because you'll never show me."
"Oh yeah?" replied Harry. However, Draco had already gone on to the next sandwich supplier. This made Harry feel uncomfortably sad although he didn't know why. (a/n ohhhh foreshadowing!) He ran after Draco at a discrete distance so that he would not be noticed.
When Draco reached the next store he ordered his egg salad sandwich and found that they did indeed supply them. As he was eating it Harry burst into the store and then casually walked over to a table and sat down. Draco stared at him for a few moments and then said, "Potter, have you been following me to each store?"
"No…"
"Yes you have. There's no other explanation."
"Alright, I have."
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just don't know."
"Ok…Don't you have anywhere to be? Why aren't you with the Dursleys?"
"I sneaked out, I'm pretty daring now that I'm 16, eh?"
Draco laughed and said, "I have to admit, I thought you had no sense of humor but that was a good one. Daring! Hahaha."
Harry wasn't sure what the joke was so he just chuckled uncomfortably and said, "Yes, so…school starts in a week. That's exciting."
"Umm. Potter, are you trying to make conversation."
"No…well, yes."
"I have to go."
Later that week, at Hogwarts, Draco unpacks…
Draco was standing around in his room unpacking when Dumbledore walked in. "Ah, Draco," said the old, old man, "I've thought of an amusing, yet not very surprising, twist in the plot."
"Oh?"
"I've decided that you and Potter fight too much…"
"But we haven't fought once this year!"
"But I know you will, anyway, I've decided that you two will share a room."
"But we're not even in the same house."
"I can change rules to suit the plot."
"Oh, you," said Draco, shaking his fist, "Wait 'til my father finds out."
"I can tell him if you want but that wouldn't be very good for the plot…"
"Fine! But I'll get you. One day when I'm rich and…rich you'll rue the day you made me live with Potter!"
Dumbledore chuckled and left.
* * *
Soon Harry Potter walked in and put his suitcase on the bed opposite Draco's and began to unpack. The whole time Draco stood leaning against a wall, scowling at him.
"Will you stop staring at me?" Harry said, not sure if that was what he really wanted. He looked over at Draco and took in the details of the face with its pale skin, eyes and hair. 'Mmmm…' he thought, though not in reference to Draco, he was just really hungry and had started thinking about hostess cupcakes.
"Now who's staring?" asked Draco, pointedly.
"I wasn't imagining you naked! I was thinking about cupcakes."
Draco raised his eyebrows and left the room, gracefully Harry noted.
