INTERNET LOVE
By Starflower Sakura
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me! I'm just here to entertain, but no, I'm not a clown!
To readers/reviewers: Thanks everyone for your kind reviews! I'm so glad to know that this fic was a success, while most of my starting fics for a series are failures. One more thing, some people asked me if I got his plot from the movie, "You Got Mail." To be honest, no I didn't. I never even watched it actually. Since I never watched it, it can't exactly be based on the movie. I think that's all I'm going to say for now and thanks again for all your lovely reviews! They really got me inspired!
Internet Love
Chapter 2 – Arrogance of a Malfoy
Well, wasn't that a pleasing ride? Harry thought, feeling sick in the stomach after going over much bumps and turns on his trip to his new home.
He looked up at the apartment building in front of him and wondered whether or not he actually wanted to move here. He wasn't ready to face his new roommate yet so he asked the movers to bring his things up to his new apartment, shared with someone that he haven't even met. He put his hands into his pockets as he explored the neighborhood that he was about to live in. Might as well, if he didn't want to get lost.
"This is nice," Harry grumbled, sitting himself down on a bench, staring out into the distant of the park.
He looked at his watch and noted that it was only three o'clock. He pondered upon the idea of going to meet his new roommate or wandering around some more. He decided on the former, for if he wandered any longer, he's sure to get lost. Walking idly back towards his new home, he finally noticed how peaceful the neighborhood actually was.
"Better than having it noisy," Harry muttered to himself, feeling his hair tousled by the afternoon breeze.
He reached the outside of the apartment building again and walked in. He looked for apartment number 357 and stopped in front of it. He rang the doorbell once, twice, trice until his roommate finally decided to open the door. Harry, at once, noticed that his roommate had storm-gray eyes, ones that could almost be mistaken as silver. His blonde-white hair was slicked back with what Harry assumed, a whole lot of gel.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter and I'm your new roommate."
The other boy nodded, turning away from the door to let Harry in. Harry let a small frown appear on his face at the boy's obvious arrogance. He walked right behind the boy and noted just how neat and clean the place was. The boy turned back to face him and told him where all the necessary things were in what Harry distinguished as a bored tone. Unfortunately, while noting how nice the place is, listening to his roommate, and continuing on walking, he didn't notice the slight lift at the corner of the rug and stumbled... right into the arms of an utmost surprised silver-eyed roommate. Harry immediately pulled himself back up and felt a heavy blush crawling up his face.
"S-sorry..."
The boy didn't say anything, except gave a small nod of nonchalance. Harry missed the nod for he was too busy studying the rug that had so conveniently tripped him. He did notice when his roommate started to talk again though.
"Your room is down the hall on the right. The room in front of yours is off-limits to you for it's my room, you got that?"
Harry nodded, not knowing what he can say to that.
"Good. Your things are already in your room. Another important fact you should know, don't bother me unless needed."
The boy, whom Harry didn't even get the name of, turned to walk towards his room when suddenly he stopped and turned to look at Harry. Harry stared back, still unsure what he should do or say to this new, and unpleasant roommate of his.
"My name is Draco Malfoy, in case you're wondering."
Introduction finished and feeling satisfied with how he handled things, Draco walked towards his room and closed the door behind him. Harry was feeling irritated and had decided at once that they wouldn't be able to get along very well if that "arrogant brat" continued acting the way he is. Scowling, he muttered to himself something about roommates needing to have better manners, he too went into his room and closed the door behind him.
"I am not going to like living here, am I?" Harry asked nobody in particular, while staring vividly at the ceiling above.
He knew that he had promised to call his friends as soon as he arrived, but he decided to unpack first. He opened all the boxes and put the things where he saw they best fit. In an hour or two, he found himself exhausted, but done. He stole a glance at the phone and then at the laptop that awaited him on his table. Another glance at the phone and then a glance at his laptop.
So what will it be? Friends to which I have to tell a little white lie to or stranger that I met in a chatroom whom I can really tell what I thought. Hermione and Ron can wait right? I mean, I'm pretty sure they won't want to be bothered right now.
Pleased with his "excuse" he turned on his laptop and logged on. It seems that Silver Dragon had sent him another email a little less than two hours ago.
Black Cobra-
It seems that you got your wished. I just have the greatest luck of getting a clumsy roommate. I'll have no doubt that he won't annoy me to death. It's written all over him: "Annoy to death new roommate." Are you having any luck with the roommate that you just moved in with? Reply soon.
- Silver Dragon
Seems like his online friend isn't faring so well, after all. At least he's not the only one. Smiling, he wondered about what he could type as a reply.
Silver Dragon-
I guess I'm not faring that well either. My roommate is completely ignorant and arrogant! I hate people like that. I'd rather have a clumsy roommate then an arrogant one. If I actually knew who you really were, I would actually consider swapping roommate with you. Actually, the more I think of him the more annoyed I get. I'm ranting now, I suppose, but you have absolutely no idea how much he infuriates me! You should see him and you'll know exactly what I mean.
- Black Cobra
Now that's done, and he has vent out some of his feelings he could call his friends and tell a little white lie without feeling forced or sounding forced. He picked up the phone and dialed his old phone number.
"Hello? Hermione speaking."
"Hey 'Mione! It's me, Harry."
"Oh, Harry! We were waiting so long for you call! We almost thought you forgot about us!"
"Don't worry, Hermione. You know I can't forget about my two best friends. I was just... getting to know my roommate better."
It's not that much of a lie. All you have to do is remove the mate and you'll be left with the fact that I was getting to know my room better. Same difference.
Still Harry didn't like to lie to his best friends. He didn't want to, but he really couldn't tell them that his roommate was actually a real bigger git than they could ever imagine and have Ron stomping over here to hurt Malfoy and Hermione coming with him to bring him back to where he was staying just a few hours ago. Through the phone, Harry could sense Hermione's disbelief.
"I'm fine, really! Do you think I could talk with Ron now?"
"Oh, so I'm not good enough to hold your interest now, is it?" Hermione asked, a teasing tone lining her words.
Harry laughed, "It's not that, but I'm sure that Ron is more anxious than you to find out if I'm doing well or not."
"Wait a minute."
In the background Harry could hear Hermione calling to Ron. A few thuds and crashes were heard and exasperated sighs from Hermione.
"Hello, mate. How are you doing?" Ron's voice spoke out.
"I'm fine. Malfoy and I are getting along just great," said Harry, while knowing that only himself, his online friend and maybe even Malfoy knew how far away from the truth that was.
"So that's his name, eh? Malfoy?"
"Err... yea, that's his name alright!"
"Well, since you two are getting along fine, that means I won't have to go over there and give him a piece of my mind and Hermione won't have to drag you back over here, right?"
"Yes. No need to worry about me."
Feeling the need to end the conversation before it got to topics that he won't know how to answer he announced, "Look Ron. I got to go. Tell Hermione I said bye?"
"Okay, I'll be seeing you two tomorrow. Bye Harry."
The phone was put down as quickly as possible, ending the phone call. Now all he needed to worry about was tomorrow night's dinner. He began wondering whether or not to pick up the phone again and pour out the truth. He decided not to for he was sure they would do just what they said they would do if his new roommate turned out to be a bloody git. He'll just have to play along until they're satisfied with him being "happy" at his new home. How long can their interrogations of Malfoy last, anyways? Maybe, Malfoy was just having a bad day and most of the things he'll have to say tomorrow won't have to be lies. He wished that what he thought was true, but decided not to push it any further just in case some new problems appear and the contentment of knowing what to do tomorrow night would be destroyed. Lying back on his bed, he drifted slowly in and out of dreamland.
To be continued...
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- Starflower Sakura
