Because Home is Where You Are
by VanillaScent
Chapter Two: Look At This In a Logical Way
NOTES: Sorry for the late update. Thanks for all the reviews and I'm sorry but this version of the chapter has loads of mistakes! Please pardon me!
DISCLAIMER: Well, I don't actually own Harry Potter, if you haven't noticed.
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"Who's looking for the owner?" came another voice from inside.
Hermione and Ginny both stared at each other. The man had a house elf in an apartment for goodness sakes. Hermione, after all these years, still demanded that house elves get their freedom. It'd taken Harry and Ron weeks to shut Hermione up about all her whining and complaints about how unfairly house elves were treated. Now, after seeing this house elf in a flat was going to make Hermione rant on and on about the right treatments that must be given to elves all over the world.
"What do we say?" Ginny whispered sharply to Hermione. "Does he know that we're coming to see him and his flat today?"
Hermione smiled nervously. "I'm quite sure he got my letter. Oh dear..."
"What?" Ginny said, turning her head quickly to look at Hermione clearly.
"I'm late to meet Oliver," Hermione explained slowly. Ginny couldn't help a small smile.
"Go meet him, Hermione. I'll be fine."
"Oh no! For Merlin's sake, this man has got a house elf in a flat. Normal people do not need house elves in their flat!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice rising with every word.
Ginny looked at Hermione skeptically. "It's okay," she whispered and patted Hermione on the arm.
"Are you sure?"
Ginny nodded and Hermione thanked her quickly. Hermione flashed her a quick smile and took out her wand. Ginny watched Hermione run off to the nearest apparation point. She turned back around to find herself staring into pale gray eyes that were to the point where they were almost silver. She gasped out in shock and he shot her a smirk.
"Well, well, well..." was all he said.
Ginny stepped back to get a better look at him. Pale hair, steel grey eyes, pointy face, and a complexion like marble. Oh dear. She dreaded what she was seeing right now. Ginny knew this man and this man knew her.
"Sweet Merlin," she cried out loud. The man stared at her and continued to smirk.
"Nice way to greet someone, Weasley. Knew that you filthy muggle lovers had no manners," he replied, his smirk getting even larger.
Ginny shook her head mentally and frowned. Draco Malfoy was her roommate? Her head was screaming. She felt a headache coming on.
"Malfoy," Ginny just said with a hint of venom in her voice.
"Weasley."
"I can't believe this," Ginny said, raising her arms in a way that motioned defeat. "You've got to be joking."
"Joking?" he asked, raising one pale eyebrow. "And about what?"
"You can't be serious about trying to find a roommate! Let alone, choosing me of all people!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Well, newsflash, littlest Weasley. I've needed a roommate to cook for me and clean this flat and according to your Mudblood of a friend and that Potthead's letter, you can cook and clean.That's what I really expect you Weasleys to do anyway," Draco replied matter-of-factly.
Ginny stood there in shock of how low a Malfoy could talk about her family. Sure the Weasleys were poor, but they were still healthy and alive. She has small dabs of tear in the corners of her eyes but she did not want to show him her weakness or spit his poison back. Timing right now called for Ginny Weasley to be the better man... woman. Whatever.
But the 'mudblood' phrase had done it. "Don't call Hermione a mudblood, Malfoy," she hissed.
Draco scoffed at her and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Is she a muggleborn?"
"Yeah, she is."
"So, she's got muggle parents..." Draco trailed on. Ginny nodded slowly. "That makes her a mudblood. Are you too stupid to know that, Virginia?"
Ginny glared at him. "Fucking low bastard," Ginny muttered to herself.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that," Draco said leaning closer to her with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"So, you're choosing me to be your roommate?" Ginny questioned, ignoring his cruel teasings. She sighed loudly as he smirked at her. She took that as a 'yes.' "Why?"
"You're like a human... house elf," he replied. If looks could kill, Ginny's glare would have dangerously murdered Draco by now.
"You've already got a house elf... IN YOUR FLAT," Ginny pointed out, getting frustrated.
"It's mother's elf, actually. She's out in France this week. Wanted me to look after dear Wester. Also, it's either you or this blonde muggle that's been hitting on me. Quite annoying, really, even though my looks are quite smashing. So, it's you or a muggle. Thank Merlin you're at least a pureblood, even if you've tainted it. When will you be moving in, Virginia?" Draco asked abruptly.
Ginny thought for a moment. Living with Draco Malfoy. Living in a way too crowded flat with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Harry's annoying soon-to-be bride, Helena. Malfoy or crowded flat. Malfoy, crowd. It was a really hard decision. Ginny sighed heavily and looked up at Draco. She held her head up high and replied, "I'm not moving in." She turned and started to walk away and remembered something. Stopping in her tracks, she turned her head back to see him looking quite shocked. "By the way," she said quite cockily, "my name's not Virginia."
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"I'm home, you guys! And I'm not moving out," Ginny exclaimed when she Apparated to Harry and Ron and Hermione's flat. When no reply came to her loud yell, she got worried. She dropped her bag and laid her wand on the lamp table nearby. Hermione was supposedly meeting with Draco, so Ginny hadn't expected to find Hermione there. Harry may have been with Helena and Ron had the day off. Usually when Ron had a break on Mondays, he stayed home and slept or watched the WizVision, a new wizardry invention simliar to the muggle telebison or something similar to that.
But Ron wasn't there on the couch with his Chocolate Frogs in his too-large pajamas. No one was home, Ginny suspected.
But then... Some kind of giggling was coming from near Ron and Harry's room. Raising both of her eyebrows, Ginny looked at the closed door leading to the inside of the boys' room. She heard the high giggling again. Dear gods in the heavens above. Please don't let it be Ron fooling around with some girl he met, Ginny thought and walked closer to the bedroom door. Reaching out with her hand, she grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.
She was prepared to shut her eyes if she found her brother naked. But Ginny did not see a nude Ron (Oh, thank goodness.) and all thoughts of her meeting Draco Malfoy once again disappeared from her mind.
She found Harry and Helena tangled in Harry's bed sheets. Thankfully, they were both fully dressed. But the erotic sight that made Ginny giggle was the fact that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Dominated-Poor-Old-Voldy, was wearing a pair of his striped boxers on his head and his Helena, the Girl-Who-Stole-Harry's-Heart, was trying to get out of Harry's way. To sum to all up, they were both probably teasing each other and chasing each other around Harry's bed like little kids.
Ginny laughed out softly at the sight. Both of them had messy hair (not that Harry's hair was ever NOT messy...) and had frozen in their tracks. Ginny wished Colin were there at that moment with his camera to take a quick snap of the sight.
"Er... Hey there, Gin," Harry said nervously.
"Well, Harry. I don't know if you know right now, but you have a pair of your boxers on top of your head," Ginny stated with an amusing hint to her tone.
"He knows that. He's not blind, you know. The glasses are there to help him see," Helena answered snottily. Maybe she was upset with Ginny barging in on them while they were... doing whatever they were doing. Ginny ignored her and waited for Harry to answer.
"Er, yeah," Harry answered, his cheeks turning a dark tomato color. He glanced away from Ginny's eyes that were twinkling with laughter. Helena crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at Ginny.
"Well, hello, Helena," Ginny said, turning to face Helena now. Helena ignored her and continued to glare. "Okay... well," Ginny said, clapping her hands together, "Get back to what you were doing." Ginny started to walk out of the room, her body bursting to laugh at how shy and silly the pair looked.
"Wait, Jenny!" Ginny hear Helena's voice cry out as she grabbed the doorknob to close the door. Ginny rolled her eyes. Ginny always suspected Helena to be slightly dumb and to hate her a bit for her closeness to Harry (Helena seemed to hate her more than Hermione for some reason, even though Hermione was closer to Harry...) but she didn't think that her name was that hard to remember. Especially when they had known each other for about a total of seven months now. But Helena didn't look stupid or anything. She dressed nicely and she was a redhead like Ginny. She had bright green eyes, similar to Harry's and she had a sharp and pointy face. Ginny considered her to be rather bossy and self-obssessed.
Ginny turned around and plastered a smile on her face. "My name's Ginny."
"Uh, yeah. I just wanted you to know that I already packed all your stuff for you," Helena said with a disgusting sweet voice. Ginny's eyes widened and her smile faded away. Seeing that, Helena smiled an evil grin and continued on, "I want to thank you so much for moving out just so I could bond with Donald and Harmony."
Ginny mentally cursed out the girl. "You mean Ron and Hermione," she corrected.
"Whatever," Helena replied with the smile still on her face.
Ginny's lips formed a thin line on her face. All the events of her meeting Malfoy and finding out he was supposed to be her new roommate rushed back into her brain. Her brains was going to brust with anger. How dare she touch her stuff!
"You packed my things?" Ginny asked as nicely as she could, but it was hard as she was thinking about Malfoy and Helena at the same time. She was starting to hate her as much as she hated Malfoy.
Helena just nodded and continued to grin. "Uh-huh. It was Harry's idea, actually," Helena replied and looked behind her shoulder to see Harry walking up to the two girls, without his boxers on his head. Helena turned her head back around to see Ginny's face turning red. Harry's idea? As if reading Ginny's mind, he mouthed a quick 'It wasn't my idea!' Ginny still galred at him.
"Well, Helena," Ginny started, trying extremely hard to be nice, "thanks for you and Harry's generosity, but... I'm not moving out! Great news, eh, Harry?" Ginny smiled weakly. Four people living in the flat... Oh boy, as if three weren't enough already.
"What?"
Ginny didn't know who had said that first... Harry or Helena.
"Yeah, I'm not!" Ginny said quickly. "I'll go unpack now."
"Stop right there, Gin," Harry's voice boomed. Slowly, Ginny did as told. "What're you going on about? What's all this about you not moving in? Did you not like the flat?"
"Stop, Harry. Stop shooting questions at me."
"Well, then, explain!" Harry cried in frutstration.
"Well, Hermione and I went to see my new roommate. And with my bad luck, I ran into Malfoy," Ginny summed all the happenings up.
Harry stared at her and said, "What does Malfoy have to do with this?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "He's the roommate you found for me, you idiot!" she yelled out.
Helena gasped. "Don't you call Harry and idiot! Redheads are of an idiot than Harry will ever be, you... IDIOT!"
Ginny could not believe what she was hearing. Helena was redhead.
"Helena... You're a redhead," Harry pointed out, followed by a fake cough. Helena turned to glare at her future husband.
"Well, I'm not one of those idiot redheads like Janie!"
"Um... Ginny," Ginny added.
"What-everrrr," Helena grumbled, accentuating the syllables.
"We're getting off track. What did you say, Gin?" Harry said, trying his best to avoid a catfight between two people he cared about.
"Malfoy is my roommate."
Harry groaned and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Well, I'm sorry, Gin. I swear, the flat was too much of a good offer to give up."
"So, can I move back in?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry, honey. You can't," Helena replied for Harry. "Too bad, so sad. You've got to live with Mafloid."
"Uh, no. I'm not moving in with Malfoy. Ron'll be on my side," Ginny said loudly.
"On your side about what?" came a voice from behind Ginny. All three pairs of eyes turned to see Ron in his pajamas with ruffled hair. He was yawning and stretching and seemed to just wake up.
"You're home?" Harry asked blandly.
"Been home all day, mate. Slept in Gin's room when I saw you and Helena in our room," Ron answered. Harry started to blush again.
"Well, Ron, can you please tell Harry that I cannot move into the same flat as Draco Malfoy?" Ginny pleaded. "Come on, let me stay here until I can find a new roommate."
Ron's eyes nearly popped out. "This mysterious b-bloke... He's... MALFOY?" Ron bellowed. He was getting red.
Harry turned away and Ginny nodded. "You can't make me live with him, can you?"
"OF COURSE NOT!" Ron cried out loudly.
"Well, she can. And I'm really sorry to say this, Ginny, but you must," another voice piped in. This time, all four pairs of eyes turned to see Hermione standing behind Helena and Harry. She seemed to have Apparated in sometime during the conversation.
"What! Hermione!" Ginny protested.
"I'm sorry but she must! I'm telling you, we've paid the rent for this month and this flat is rather small for four people, is it not?" Hermione replied helplessly.
"It's only until Ginny finds a new roommate," Ron told Hermione. Hermione huffed loudly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Well, I'm sorry Ron. Ginny. I've checked every where. The best available flat is Malfoy's. His is 12 cheaper rent than any of the other flat around." Hermione glanced at Harry for help.
"But it's Malfoy!" both of the Weasley siblings cried out loud. Hermione stared at the two with no emotion.
"Ginny... Ron... He's got to be changed now. He joined our side for the war. He's the one who banished Lucius," Harry finally butted in.
Ginny looked up to Harry. "Since when are you two buddies?"
"Since he saved my life during the war. You were both there. You saw him jump and shove me out the way when Voldemort cast the unforgivable at me," Harry said softly.
"Yes, I know, Harry! But...!" Ron said, his face flushed with his arguing.
"No buts, Ron. You accounted the war with me," Harry whispered.
"Fine," Ginny's voice whispered gently. "Fine. I'm moving out."
"EXCELLENT!" Every one jumped up at Helena's burst of happiness. "I'm really glad at the choice you made, Gemmy."
"IT'S GINNY," all of the others cried out.
Helena rolled her eyes and turned to face Harry. "You never told me you almost died," Helena spat out.
"Well!" Ginny exclaimed to try and avoid an arguement between Harry and Helena. "How'd your date with Oliver Wood go, Hermione?" Ginny asked.
Hermione's face flushed and Ginny was reminded that this was supposed to be some sort of an awkward secret. "YOU AND OLIVER WOOD?" Ron yelled out before any one else could say anything.
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END NOTES: Wow... Thank you for all the reviews. I didn't expect to receive so much! I hope you liked this chapter. This fic is moving a little slower than I intended it to. \ Eh, sorry! More D/G interaction coming soon so stick with me! ) I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. You got to find out a lot about Helena and I'm trying to make her kind of a ditzy character. Those are so fun to play with!
Next Chapter of Because Home is Where You Are:
Ginny moves in with Draco... but it's not that simple! She told him she's NOT moving in with him but she visits him again to sort things out... Hopefully the muggle skank hasn't already moved in!
Stay tuned! Love, Vanilla