The first thing Draco was aware of when he woke was that the sun was cruel. The second thing he realized was that his doorbell was buzzing.

"Fuck off!" he shouted from his room. Draco wasn't really one to use foul language, but when the occasion called for it, he wasn't afraid to hold back.

"Draco?" The voice was Hermione's. And sure enough, a moment later, a head poked through his bedroom door. "Are you decent?"

"When am I ever indecent?" Draco muttered as he plopped his head back into his pillow. "Why must you use the doorbell?"

"She didn't, that was me." A baritone voice came filtering in.

"Did you have to bring Bluto, 'Mione?" Draco muttered.

"You said 'bring muscle.'" Hermione shrugged. "And must you call him that?"

"Yeah, must you call me that?" And before Draco knew it, the covers were pulled roughly off of him, exposing his body to the crisp air. "Rise and shine, sleeping ugly. I'm not going to wait for your bloody lazy arse. I have an old friend coming in a few hours. So we have to get you out of this rat hole in less than two."

Draco glared at the freckled red-head that was, unfortunately, Hermione's boyfriend of two years. "Careful, Weasley, you must not do too much math now, might cause an aneurysm."

"Oh, hush now, the both of you. You sound like a bitter old couple the way you two go on," Hermione said as she walked out of the room. "Now, let's get moving."

"Yes, ma'am," Draco and Ron said in unison.

The actual move took a little less than an hour as everything was already in boxes and ready to be packed in Ron's pick up.

"Ready?" Hermione asked, as she handed Draco her duplicate key to his apartment.

"Yeah," Draco said. He fished out his own key from his pocket, and closed the door one final time to his apartment of three years. It was no big deal, moving out, he was glad to. He lived in the apartment since he was eighteen. His father, not approving of his lifestyle, kicked him out after high school.

Draco was thankful that he was going to University of Hogwarts on scholarship; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pay his rent. His only source of income was from working at the café on campus. As simple as it was, Draco was rather proud of himself. He knew he grew up spoiled, but being able to do what he was doing as an independent college student gave him a sense of accomplishment.

A honking horn drew him out of his thoughts. "Your boyfriend has no class," Draco said, as he offered Hermione his arm, in which she slipped her hand through as they took the stairs down.

"No, but you don't need class to be a gentleman," Herrmione said, smiling.

It was true, Draco stubbornly admitted. Ron Weasley was the perfect gentleman, and he was actually glad that Hermione was with him. Better him than a bloke who would take advantage of her. He would never say it out loud though.

They squeezed into the pick-up with Hermione in the middle. The drive would be a quick one, but Draco got out his composition book and pen. And hastily, but still in his neat hand, he wrote:

2. A gentleman WITH class

"So, what are you and Harry going to do when he arrives?" Draco overheard Hermione ask Ron as he was writing.

"Who's Harry?" Draco asked, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"My best friend, but he's more like a brother. We grew up together. You'll like him; we're so alike," Ron said. He grinned as he glanced at the blonde.

"Great, another Weasley." Draco rolled his eyes and didn't hear what Ron said about what they were planning to do. Ginny leaves and this Harvey-Harry? Or was it Henry?-person enters, Draco thought.

When they arrived at the house, Ron's cell went off. "It's Harry."

Draco opened the door. He could hear Ron exclaiming into the phone, but he didn't eaves drop.

"Let's get something to eat. I haven't had breakfast yet." Hermione followed him out the door.

Draco took her hand to help her down from the truck. "No complaint here. Moving is tiring."

"Hey, I was the one doing most of the heavy lifting," Ron said, pointedly at Draco, as he came up behind them.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Harry arrived early. He's on his way and can help with the furniture." Ron kissed Hermione's cheek as he passed her by and made his way to the kitchen.

"Ah, cheer up Draco. The way Ron goes on about him, I'm sure you'll love him."

"But 'Mione, you heard him. He said that they were alike. There will be like two Weasleys again. I'm telling you, I can only handle one, if even that."

When they were inside, Draco went straight to the coffee maker. In his opinion, he was the only one who could make a decent cup. He was about to grab the coffee filters when his cell vibrated. "I hope it's not work calling." He rolled his eyes when he saw who it was. "I'm not coming in," Draco told the caller.

Two minutes later, Draco ended the call. "'Mione, I have to go, seems they need someone else to work the morning shift. They're probably out cold, drunken bastards."

"Need a ride?" Ron offered with his mouth full of waffle.

Draco made a mental note to add onto his list:

3. Has table manners

He watched Ron chew his food for a second, before replying. "No, I think I'll walk. I have time. Thanks though. Oh, the boxes-"

"Forget it, man, Harry's coming anyway. We'll get you unpacked. Just take us out to dinner." Ron grinned with a mouthful of toast.

"Right, sure, thanks. Looks like I actually owe you one, Weasley." Draco waved as he left.

TBC

ANs: wow, this place got a lot of shiny new features that i have no clue how to use lol.

anyhow, special thanks to DelorisPea for reminding me that this story still exists. tbh, i didn't intend to abandon it. i just sort of cast it aside since my motivation was lacking. i didn't even realize anyone was following the story.

Past Reviews (hmm, not sure if i replied yet)

minoki - i hope i don't disappoint :D

njferrell - great ideas! lol not sure if harry will be a neighbor, not in this part anyway. he is hot though, that's a given;)

Elektra107 - awesome! sorry for the long long wait!

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