INTERNET LOVE
By Starflower Sakura
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. Not me! Got that?
To readers/reviewers: Okay, does sorry help? I love all the reviews I got! Seriously! So to not have you guys yelling at me for not updating I'll give you chapter three! Aren't I sweet? You don't agree with me, do you? sighs Oh well. The sooner I get this up, the sooner I won't have to worry about it for a while! Some of you wanted to know when they realizes it's each other... To tell you the truth... I don't know either! I'm just making it up as I go! Also, this is an AU! So they aren't wizards and whatnot.
Internet Love
Chapter 3 – Little Reminders
"Wha-? Where am I?" Harry said, waking up as a stream of sunlight hit his face.
He pushed himself up and looked around, having memories of yesterday flood back to him. He let a scowl appear on his face as he remembers Malfoy's less-than-welcomed attitude towards everything and nothing.
"That stupid, conceited, git."
Harry jumped out of bed and checked the time. 9:37. He covered his mouth as a yawn tried to escape and did a little stretch to get the knots out of his shoulders. He opened his door, tried to straighten his hair a bit, and made his way towards the bathroom.
"Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" a voice from the kitchen asked.
Harry turned towards the source of the voice and was unsurprised by the fact that it was Malfoy. After all, who else could it be?
"Good morning to you, too," Harry mumbled and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Draco watched as the door closed shut, smirked, and continued eating his breakfast of pancakes.
Maybe having him around isn't as bad as I thought after all, Draco thought, planning more and more ways to annoy and torture his poor raven-haired roommate.
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Harry glared at the words in the book he was currently "reading."
Why me? Why me?! Why me?!! Harry thought over and over in his head.
Of course, accompanying those thoughts were the occasional, I hate Malfoy! and Stupid, arrogant, conceited, rich git!
"Are you even reading that?" the cause of his current emotions asked.
Harry looked up from the book and placed his glare on the face of Draco. He felt miffed as Draco didn't even twitch at the glare.
"Of course I'm reading it!" Harry snapped. "That's why it's in my hands!"
Draco raised his an eyebrow elegantly, making Harry even angrier. Draco smirked and Harry had a sudden urge to get a towel or sponge or something and literally wipe that smug smirk off of his roommate's face.
"Not many people can do what you're doing, you know," Draco said.
"Read? I know people like you can't, but I'm sure many other people can."
Draco's smirk widened, "Yes, I know that many people can read English, but you're reading a Japanese book. Oh, and did I mention that it's upside down?"
Harry looked down at the book that he had picked up from the coffee table and indeed there were Japanese writing instead of the normal English he was used to. He felt a blush arise on his cheeks and kept his head down, hoping that his bangs would hide it. Draco snickered and Harry growled. Harry's head snapped up as he heard the door open.
"Where are you going?" Harry questioned.
"You're not my mother. I don't need to inform you of everything, now do I?" Draco sneered.
"Sheesh, I was just wondering Malfoy."
"Mind your own business Potter and stay out of mine."
The door closed behind Malfoy and Harry stuck his tongue out childishly at the door. Harry jumped as the phone rang. Staring dumbly at it, Harry let it ring seven times before remembering that when a phone rings, you're supposed to pick it up. He rang towards the phone, hoping that whoever was on the other line won't hang up just yet. Somehow, after answering it, he wished that he didn't pick up the phone after all.
"Hello. Harry?" Hermione's said.
"Hey, 'Mione," Harry replied.
"Oh! Harry! Was I interrupting something? It took you or your roommate quite a while to pick up the phone."
"Malfoy just left and I was... working on something in my room and didn't hear the first few rings. It wasn't anything important though!" he lied.
Surely he wasn't going to tell one of his best friends that he, for quite some time, didn't seem to grasp what you do when the phone rings.
"Well, I was just calling to remind you that we're meeting tonight for dinner."
"Hermione, do you really think I'm that forgetful if at all?" Harry asked.
"Well, no, but it's always better to be safe than sorry," Hermione answered.
Harry laughed, "I guess you're right. Don't worry. I'll be there."
He could sense Hermione smiling on the other line.
"You'll tell us all about the new home you're in, right?"
"I promised you, didn't I?"
"Great! I'll see you tonight then! Bye!"
"Bye."
He heard Hermione hang up and followed suit. Malfoy was gone (thank goodness) so he had the whole place to himself. What to do? What to do? He decided to check to see whether Silver Dragon had replied yet or not. It would be nice to hear from him knowing that he wasn't the only one suffering from an intolerable roommate. A smile brightened his face as he sees that an email arrived last night.
Black Cobra –I have decided that I will annoy him like he annoys me! Two can play at this game! Arrogant and ignorant, huh? Maybe he really isn't that bad and he's just putting on an act since he doesn't know you that well or something. Of course, I won't know just how bad he is since I'm not you. Good luck, though. I'll be having fun annoying my roommate.
- Silver Dragon
Harry chuckled at the message. He was starting to feel sorry for Silver Dragon's roommate already.
"Ah well, as long as it isn't me!"
Silver Dragon –
You really shouldn't be that mean to your roommate, you know! It'll make him dislike you. You're maybe right at the whole 'putting on an act' thing, but I truly doubt it. It's like he was born with that insufferable attitude of his. I would rant on and on, but I'm afraid it'll bore you. That doesn't mean I can't complain to him though. He'll be hearing me complaining real soon! Reply!
- Black Cobra
"There!"
Harry clicked the send button and leaned back in his seat. He looked at the time and gasped as the time shows that if he didn't hurry up he'll be absolutely late for the dinner with Hermione and Ron. That won't be good, especially since Ron and Hermione's still worried about him living with a complete stranger, who, he really, really, really detested.
Leaping up out of his chair, he started to search through his closet to look for something casual, but still appropriate to wear. They were, after all, going to, maybe not the fanciest, but still fancy restaurant. Picking out something and laying it out on the bed, he checked the time again and groaned.
"Hopefully, Ron and 'Mione won't mind me being a couple minutes late... if not an hour..."
To be continued...
Here's chapter 3! Again, I thank you all kindly for your reviews! The next chapter (once I type it out) would come out... pretty soon? You might have to wait awhile, but I'll do my best to make the next chapter worth your while!
- Starflower Sakura
