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This story is not mine all credits go to BeyondTheSun on AO3
Seventh-year and Potter finally felt like his life wasn't in shambles. Well, other than Malfoy, who still bothered the crap out of him and it was only the first day. Was it really so hard to just leave him alone?
Malfoy still hadn't let the fifth year faerie incident go. It had left him sparkly forweeksand Ron would never let him forget it. Now, Malfoy tormented him whenever he got the chance. Mostly in the dining hall, or, the worst, potions class.
This year, McGonagall decided that the seventh years could choose their own dorm mates, but only in pairs, seeing as the number of seventh years had dwindled.
"Once you have chosen your pairs, head up the highest floor in the school! We have spelled the common room to be house neutral and you will all intermingle," McGonagall announced to all the Eighth years left in the dining hall, clapping her hands and dismissing them.
As the kids exited out of the hall, Harry heard a faint 'hey'' from behind him.
"Hey!" Hermione called out again, jogging up to him, books in hand. "Who are you rooming with?"
"Ron, who else?" Harry responded with a smile. "Who are you bunking with, Hermione?"
She shrugged. "I don't know yet honestly. I never really got to know most of the girls. Wish me luck! Oh, and please do your homework on time this year Harry" Hermione said as she walked away to catch up to the group of girls up ahead.
Harry chuckled to himself, heading up towards the dorm rooms. He was about to look for Ron when he felt something knock him to the side and into the wall.
"Hey-!"
Harry heard laughter as he rubbed his tender shoulder.
Crabbe and Goyle were giggling, Draco next to them. "Whoops, sorry Potty" Crabbe snickered and knocked into him again, walking past with Goyle.
Harry frowned and turned to Malfoy angrily. "Really now? You've resorted to pettiness? I thought you were more clever than that, Malfoy."
Malfoy just turned his chin up in response. "Who said I made them do that, Potter? And you're right, I am clever. So now leave my sight before I hex you," he said, knocking into his shoulder just like Crabbe and Goyle did.
Harry huffed, taking a deep breath and letting it go. Hermione was right, he wasn't worth it.
Harry made it up to the dorms without another incident, finding a very excited Ron in the room. "Harry look! I had completely forgotten, my soulmate clock! It's in an hour!" Ron said excitedly, bouncing over to him with a grin spread across his face.
Harry suddenly stilled, plastering a smile on his face. "That's great Ron, truly," he said as he covered his own wrist, hiding the zeros.
Ron was too excited to notice Harry's false tone.
"Who do you think she is Harry? Will she be beautiful? Do I already know her? What if it's Hermione!?"
Ron continued to ramble, listing all the things he wants his soulmate to have. Harry, on the other hand, started to unpack. They had their first classes in an hour and he didn't want to think about the numbers in his wrists. They'd been zeros since the day he was born.
The rambling continued as Harry and Ron walked to their next class, transfiguration.
Right as Harry sat down, he noticed Ron bump right into Hermione. Harry didn't need to look anymore to know that they were soulmates. Of course, they were.
The rest of the day was uneventful for Harry, going from class to class and seeing all his professors once again. As it was now the end of the day, Harry went to go get settled into his bunk with Ron. Instead, he was greeted by Neville at the door.
"Oh hello, Harry!", Neville said with a small smile. "I hope you don't mind! Ron said it was okay."
'Huh…?" Harry looked at Neville with a puzzled look. Why was he in his room?
Ron's face popped up from behind Neville, flashing Harry a smile as well. "Hey mate.
Neville here needed a room and I knew you could get any roommate you wanted, so I offered to bunk with him instead. I hope it's okay cause I already said yes. We got you all your things though."
Harry sighed and nodded, smiling at Neville, who looked guilty. "Don't stress about this Neville," Harry said to him softly, patting his shoulder. "I'll manage."
Harry said his goodbyes and headed down to McGonagall's office to talk about different sleeping arrangements.
When Harry walked into McGonagall's office, he was greeted with commotion.
Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were all standing in front of him, who were all facing McGonagall.
Crabbe and Goyle both seemed to be fighting while Malfoy and Pansy stood off slightly to the side, Pansy looking especially peeved.
"Malfoy has always shared a room with me, Crabbe!"
"Yeah well I asked him and he said he would share with me this year, fucking pig nose!"
"Well, I don't smell like Polyjuice potion all the time, asswipe!"
"Excuse me," Malfoy sniped in, "I never said any of this, you piece of shite. Don't throw me in this."
"Merlin, you're all children!" Pansy practically screamed.
It seemed like it would never end at this rate, Harry thought.
There was really nothing else to do other than watch.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked calmly, ignoring the fiasco that was unfolding in front of her.
The room went dead silent. All eyes were on Harry. He cleared his throat, suddenly nervous.
"I uh-... I need to change my room. I know I confirmed it earlier but stuff happened so…" He said, pushing his glasses up onto his nose further. Damn Slytherins, always making him nervous. Malfoy wasn't even the problem this time; Crabbe and Goyle were giving him a death glare. What did he do?
"That's perfect Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy here needs a roommate as well. The boys can't seem to make up their minds and Pansy can't very well room with him either-" She paused, looking at Malfoy who was about to interject. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but even considering your… situation, I can't have you rooming with Pansy. Other boys would see it as an opportunity and I will not allow that in my school."
"I'm sorry, but do I get a say in this?" Harry chimed in. He disliked this situation as much as Malfoy, if not more.
"Do you have any other options, Mr. Potter?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Not really ma'am… "
"Precisely. As an added bonus, this will force you two to get along. Don't think that your incidences have gone unnoticed by the Professors.
If I hear of one more, detention for both of you. Now everyone, please go to your rooms and prepare for the night." She quietly added, "It's too late for this."
McGonagall kicked them all out swiftly.
Harry didn't need any magic to hear the grumbling coming from Malfoy and Pansy up ahead.
The other two boys seemed to have calmed down a bit while shoving stolen dining hall snacks into their faces. Harry just rolled his eyes and kept his head down, not really wanting to participate in the madness quite yet. He'd have plenty of it for the rest of the year.