That night had been quite weird for Draco.
Upon arriving in their new room, Jean Jacques had fallen asleep just by touching the bed, still dressed.
He had covered his whole body with the duvet, even his head. Draco found it odd that someone could sleep like that, he wondered if he was even breathing.
Also, he had woken up at 5 am, making so much noise, much to Draco's annoyance.
"Ugh, I swear, I wanted to hex him, so that his mouth would disappear!" Draco complained.
He was on his way to Breakfast with Pansy, the morning after.
"He also said some not so nice things about Harry..." he continued.
"What did he say?" asked Pansy, looking curious.
"Well he asked me if it was worth it, losing my father over him. I mean, it sounded a bit out of place. Like, who even is he?" as he said so, he let out a sigh of frustration.
"Why, did he make you think about it?" the girl asked. Something in the way she asked seemed off, like she was eager to know the answer, but he chose not to mind it too much- Pansy was known to be a gossip.
"No, but, I don't understand why he should ask me this when he's just met me." said Draco.
"Must be jealous that you're dating someone 'famous'." Pansy suggested.
"Well, he needs to mind his business." said Draco, impatient, as they entered the Great Hall.
This was when their ways parted, Pansy made her way to the Slytherin table, while Draco went to the Gryffindor one.
"Hey, baby!" Harry greeted him happily.
"Hi." Draco said and, as he sat, he gave his boyfriend a kiss.
Then, the rest of the gang said hi to him as well, except Ginny and Luna, who were in their own little world, giggling and being cute.
"Slept well?" asked Hermione.
"How was the new guy?"asked Harry.
"A nightmare!" said Draco, pulling his head back, frustrated.
Then, he told them all about him, omitting the details about the weird questions, as he didn't want Harry to worry.
"Oh, wow and which one is he?" asked Harry, eying the Slytherin table.
"Oh, no, he's not here now - he's gone into the kitchen to inform the elves that he can only eat some foods, as he has a weird magical sickness. In fact, he's always carrying around a vial of medicine." Draco explained.
"Wow, a strange fella." Harry said, tittering.
Minutes later, Jean Jacques was walking towards the Gryffindors, flashing his brightest smile at the sight of his room mate. "Ah, Dracou! My room mate! Why aren't you at the Slytherenne table?"
"Well, because my boyfriend isn't there, simply." Draco said dryly.
"Well, he could come there, for once!" the French guy argued.
Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Did this guy have a problem with him?
He felt a sudden sense of strong dislike towards him.
"Why, hello!" he said, peeved.
"Oh, Bonjour! The Saviour." said Jean Jacques, bending down in what looked like a mocking bow.
"Yeah, that'd be me. And I don't go over to the Slytherin table because they all hate me. And now they hate my boyfriend, too." Harry snapped, feeling confident.
"Well, you could make an effort. Ah famous people, always acting superiorre." said the newbie, looking Harry straight in the eye.
"What do you know about our relationship?" said Harry furiously.
He couldn't believe how unpleasant this guy was. And he had just met him.
"I only speak from the facts." said Jean Jacques, sporting that confidence only someone full of themselves can pull off.
"You know nothing!"Harry said, in a rage. Now, this moron was crossing a line. He rose to his feet, ready to fight the douche.
"Don't, Harry, let it go, it isn't worth it." Draco said, then he grabbed him by his robe, motioning for him to sit back down.
"Well, time for me to go to my first lesson." said Jean Jacques, then he hurried out of the room.
Throughout the next days, the hatred for Jean Jacques spread among Harry's friends, as well.
For example, he would raise his hand faster than Hermione would, during classes.
Or, he would straight-up interrupt her as she spoke.
That infuriated her greatly, as she had always been the one doing that.
At least, it made her see just how annoying she had been during her previous years.
One time, he even flirted with Ron, enraging Hermione.
Obviously, Ron had been oblivious about it, but everyone else had noticed.
Who was this guy? And why did he thoroughly enjoy messing with them?
One afternoon, the six friends gathered under their favourite tree, in the Hogwarts courtyard, with the intent to study, but they ended up talking about the bloke.
"That garçon is worse than Draco was years ago!" Hermione grumbled. "Sorry, Draco, but you were an insufferable git."
She was sitting next to Ron with some books in her hands, they were both cross legged.
Luna was lying on her back with her legs bent, moving them slightly. Ginny sat on Ron's right, she had Luna's head on her lap and would caress her hair from time to time.
Draco and Harry were sitting opposite the straight couple.
Draco simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know."
"I agree," said Harry. "He thinks he's better than me. Ridiculous."
"Why can't I be lucky with room mates? He's almost worse than Blaise and Goyle, combined." Draco wailed, as he put his head on Harry's shoulder.
"Oh, that would be the Nargles, Draco." said Luna, suddenly sitting up, hitting Ginny's face with her hair.
"Ugh can't we have a dorm just for the two of us?" said Harry, annoyed. "I'm starting to think this constant house division thing doesn't make much sense."
"Tell me about it! I wish I could always sleep in the Gryffindor room." said Luna.
Suddenly, everyone looked at her and Ginny. The redhead eyed her girlfriend nervously, then she nudged her softly.
"What? I just mean, because with you it's like I have friends." Luna said defensively.
"Girls..." Hermione began, happy that the Jean Jacques topic had been dropped.
"Is there something you need to tell us?" asked Ron.
"We noticed you two have been acting a bit... too friendly." said Harry, gesturing to the two girls.
There was a moment of silence. Then, the girlfriends looked at each other. Luna whispered something in Ginny's hair, all while the others waited impatiently.
This was it. They were going to come out to their friends and anxiety spiraled through their bodies. Ginny didn't know why she was scared, after all there was already a diverse couple in their group, but, for some reason, she was not completely calm.
After what felt like forever, she took a breath. "Well, it's true..." the girl said, holding Luna's hand. "We are together."
Hermione covered her mouth with her hands as she gasped. "Ah I knew it!" she said contentedly. Then, she walked towards them and proceeded to squeeze them both into a tight hug.
Ron looked like he had tears in his eyes. "Ginny," he said, putting his hand on his sister's shoulder, after Hermione had pulled away.
"I'm glad that you found the courage to tell us. Know that we won't ever judge you for being with a girl."
Ginny gave him a smile and held the hand on her shoulder in response.
"Well, when did that happen?" Harry asked.
"...Harry and I had been suspecting it for, like, two months." said Draco, smiling.
"New Year's Eve." Luna and Ginny said in unison.
"When?" Ron asked, confused. He didn't remember seeing them kiss or anything like that.
"Was it in your bedroom, Ginny?" Harry asked.
Ginny nodded, then she blushed.
"It happened right before midnight," said the Ravenclaw. "And as the new year came, we kissed again. But I guess you were too busy enjoying the fireworks to see."
The three boys of the group all looked at each other, feeling like fools.
"And that wasn't even our first kiss." Ginny pointed out.
She went on to talk about their under-the-mistletoe kiss.
The six friends spent the rest of their afternoon laughing and chattering happily, excited about the new couple, momentarily forgetting about the insufferable Jean Jaques Germain.
Draco had to face him that night, though. He would spend it with him, but he would sleep in Harry's dorm for the weekend. Sleeping at the Gryffindors' every night would have been too risky. Draco's change of rooms had already been an exception.
When time to sleep came, he crept into his bed as fast as he could, trying to ignore the other boy in the room, who was already tucked in.
But, just when he was about to fall into a blissful sleep, he was interrupted by a much dreaded voice.
"Dracou? Are you awake?" Jean Jacques called to him in a whisper.
"No." he responded, turning around to face the wall.
How could he be so damn pestering? It was too late for him to be awake, anyway, since he had to wake up at 5 or so, as he had been doing those past days.
"Good."said Jean Jacques.
Silence.
Draco wondered why he'd asked him that question, but he didn't want to mind it too much, he was too tired to care. Maybe Jean Jaques' only purpose in life was to annoy people when he was too bored to sleep. Either way, it was too late at night for this shit.
Suddenly, he heard the drapes of his bed rip open. He lay still, eyes widened in terror. What the devil was going on? He didn't dare look behind his back.
He felt someone climb into bed with him. The next thing he knew, his roommate was lying behind him. Then, an unwanted hand felt him through his pajama pants.
Draco sat up swiftly, breaking free from the other boy's grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, relax, Dracou." said Jean Jacques, putting his hands out in defense. "I just felt alone and wanted to cuddle wiz you." the French guy explained himself.
Draco was now extremely creeped out by him. He noticed that his room mate was wearing only boxers, nothing else.
"Just cuddle a teddy bear or something. I don't know if in France 'snuggling' consists in touching people's privates wearing only underpants," said Draco, moving further away from the other boy. "But here, it is downright creepy. And if you don't go back to your bed I will call the Headmistress."
"You English people are so uptight." said Jean Jacques, leaving Draco's bed. "Good night Dracou."
Draco enclosed his bed in a protection charm, just to be safe. He didn't buy the whole 'innocent cuddling' thing in the littlest bit. He was sure, at this point, that it had been an attempt at seducing him. Jean Jacques must have had a problem with Harry, or he was very attracted to Draco.
Note to self, never accept a drink from the bloke. Draco thought.
Given the guy's behavior, he might go as far as to spike Draco's drink with a love potion.
Before drifting off to sleep, the Slytherin wondered how his new room mate had developed an obsession with him. Must have emerged from the Daily Prophet edition on the Harry-Draco scandal.