Disclaimer: see prologue

Chapter One

"Me. Why me? I have done nothing to deserve this cruel and bitter punishment. That stupid old hag. I'm not even gay! What is her problem!" Draco muttered as he walked down a dark corridor that led to his new 'home' for the week.

"Malfoy, could you please stop talking?" Harry begged . Malfoy's incessant mumbling was doing nothing to solve the problem, but yet he continued to do so. Draco whirled round, almost causing Harry to bump into him.

"What?" He hissed, "How can I just act like nothing has happened?"

"And muttering away like the small child you are is going to make this problem go away then?" Harry sighed, turning Draco around and pushing him along to yet another corridor.

Draco flushed angrily.

"When my fath-" He stopped. "Do you not understand the severity of the situation, Potter!"

"It's hardly-"

"We have to have children, Potter!"

"Yeah, but-"

"We have to eat together!"

"That won't-"

"Potter! We probably have to share the same bed!"

"Probably. Not definitely." Harry said firmly, pushing him along harder.

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"Eh…"

It was painted red. It had gold furniture. Draco felt sick.

"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Harry chortled.

"It's… red… and… gold." He replied.

CRACK

"Argh!" Draco jumped and moved back, bumping into Harry, who had whirled round at the sound. Draco jumped forward, as if burned by the contact.

"My goodness! Dobby is sorry sir!" Squealed the small house elf.

"Dobby!" Harry said welcomingly, kneeling down.

"Sir!" Dobby said happily.

"What are you doing here?" Draco sneered.

"I am your servant for the week, young sirs." Dobby replied, bowing low. "I am your family house elf."

"I think that I would have preferred a useful one." Draco drawled.

Harry sighed and stood up.

"He is very useful, Malfoy." He said, frowning.

"Yeah, only to the golden boy."

"Uh-huh. And who is married to the golden boy?" Harry smirked.

Draco narrowed his eyes and went to the door across the room.

"Damn. You're sleeping on the couch." Draco growled, looking in the second red and gold room.

"So be it." Harry sighed, looking at the tacky, uncomfortable couch.

CRACK

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Knock, knock, knock

Harry looked up, and left his tower of exploding snap cards.

It was Ron and Hermione, the second pair on Phomphrey's list of doom.

"Hey guys." Harry said happily. He didn't think he had ever been so happy to see them. Draco had locked himself ever since his declaration of ownership of the double bed. Which Harry decided would be short lived.

"Harry! We're so glad to see you!" Hermione said handing him a bunch of flowers, which Harry took awkwardly and put on the small end table.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked quietly. "Where's the ferret?"

"He's locked in his room."

"You got two rooms?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Nope."

"Well, that is completely unfair." She said crossly, going across the room to the door to Draco's lair. She rapped on the door.

"What?" Came an annoyed voice from within the lair,

"Come out, this instance!" She shouted.

"Granger!" He yelled disgustedly.

"Yes, 'Granger!' Now get out of that room!"

Ron and Harry shared a look.

"Hermione…" Ron started.

"Don't Ron." She said flatly. "Mr. Malfoy! If you don't get out of that room right now, I will get in there, and so help me, bring you out myself!"

"What! What are you even doing here!"

"Oh, yes." She turned to Harry. "Colin wanted to have some friends over, I hope you don't mind?"

"Colin? Creevey? What's he doing in your home?" Harry furrowed his brow.

Hermione blushed slightly.

"He is our son."

"You got a son already?" Harry asked bemused.

"Well, yes. We saw no point in wasting time when we only have a week to get a high level, see, if you ever want a career in-"

"Okay, okay." Harry piped up. "I get it."

"Don't you want a kid, Harry?" Hermione asked kindly.

"Yeah, I guess. But not with that git as a father, I wouldn't bring that on anybody." Harry said smirking slightly.

"I get your point, Harry." Ron joined. "There are plenty of Malfoys' in the world, thank you very-"

"Hey!" Draco's head popped through the door. "I would make a great father, weasel."

Ron snorted.

"Well, I wouldn't make my child live in pigsty, with all the other pigs." Draco drawled.

"Finally!" Hermione huffed, before Ron could kill him. "What do you think you are doing? Taking the only bed for yourself! Of all the despicable…"

The door slammed shut.

Hermione sniffed. "Well fine. I guess that he won't be having dinner!"

"…Dinner?" Harry said, realising that he hadn't eaten since this morning.

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Harry settled himself on the itchy couch.

It was quite an enjoyable evening after all that. Hermione and Ron had stayed until eight, because they needed to put their child to bed and wanted some time alone, for what? Harry didn't know.

Hermione had cooked up a wonderful meal of casserole. And they had laughed and talked the afternoon away.

But now it was dark and Harry was trying to sleep on an itchy piece of gold rubbish.

Creak

Draco tiptoed out his room and looked at Harry's form on the ridiculously tacky excuse for a couch; he felt something he hadn't felt for a while. A wave of guilt washed over him.

"Um…" Draco started.

"Uh… yeah?" Harry answered, looking over his shoulder at the awkward Slytherin.

"You can- you can have the bed if you wish."

Harry looked at him as if trying to register what he had just said.

"What…?"

"You can have the bed… if you want it."

"What did you do to it?"

"Nothing!" Draco said indignantly "I just wondered if you wanted it because the… Malfoys don't explain themselves for half-bloods…!"

Harry snorted.

Draco rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen in search for food.

TTT