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New Housing Arrangements
Chapter 4
Draco sat in the infirmary, thinking deeply. He wasn't sure what had happened today. Why was he still acting like a total prick to Potter? Shouldn't he be his actual self around him, then try to sneak into his pants? He defiantly wasn't getting anywhere near them with this attitude.
Once Madame Pomphrey was done making him good as new, he slipped out and went to his rooms, trying to figure out some way of apologizing for what he had said earlier. It was defiantly harder than he thought it would be. He couldn't even to say "I'm sorry" to himself, let alone in front of someone else.
Thankfully, when Draco got to his rooms, Harry wasn't there yet, so he had some extra time to try to figure out an apology. He hadn't gotten far when Harry stepped trough the door.
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After Harry had finished dinner, he took a very indirect route to his rooms, to prolong the time he spent without Malfoy. But, after a while, he had to get back to start on his homework. He decided that he should just ignore Malfoy for as long as he could. He knew that if he tried to do anything, even apologize for hitting him (though he would never do that, it was Malfoy's doing) it would end in a fight. So he thought it would be best to just not talk to the blond.
That plan didn't work out too well.
As soon as he came in and sat down at his desk, Malfoy started babbling to him.
"Potter…well…um…you see…about before…" he stuttered
"What the hell do you want Malfoy? I'm trying to do my homework, so either spit it out or go away," Harry said darkly.
"Well…I just wanted…to…you know…for earlier. It was cruel," Malfoy tried to apologize.
Harry looked shocked. "Are you trying to say sorry Malfoy?"
"Um, yeah," Malfoy said, looking at the floor.
"You haven't done this before have you? You seem out of practice." Harry said grinning.
Malfoy looked up and grinned in return. "No. I don't ever remember saying it before."
"You know, you never actually said 'I'm sorry.'" Harry grinned wider. "I think I should make you say it before I forgive you."
Malfoy grimaced. "You are evil. Fine, I'm sorry."
"See that wasn't so hard now was it?" Harry laughed. "I'm sorry for punching you too. How's your jaw feeling?"
"It's fine. Madame Promphrey can fix anything."
"Yeah, I know." Harry said. After a slightly awkward pause he continued, "You know I really do need to start on my homework. I don't want to get behind in the first week of school. Hermione would kill me."
"Yeah, okay." Harry turned back to his work, starting on his Potions homework, and Malfoy sat in front of the fire in a squishy armchair, beginning his homework too.
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The next few weeks were very tranquil. Neither boy talked to the other often, trying to prevent any fights. Occasionally they would fight over the bathroom or something like that, but none ended in the hospital wing.
After another night of avoiding each other, Draco had had enough. He hated being near someone but not even talking to that person. It got very lonely.
"Potter?" he asked tentatively from across the room. Harry was deeply engrossed in the book in his lap, and Draco didn't want him to get mad at him.
"Hmmm?" Harry answered, his eyes never leaving the page.
"Well, I was wondering if we could maybe have like a truce or something. I know we've been tip toeing around each other so we won't get the other angry, but this is getting really boring. It's incredibly dull to have to sit here and not to be able to talk to anyone. I mean, we don't have to become best of friends, but can we please stop this silence?"
"I don't see why not," Harry said glancing up from his book. "Everyone else seems to have been able to. Even Ron is getting along with his Slytherin roommate."
"Okay, so um…would you like to play exploding snap?" Draco asked, slightly surprised that Harry said yes.
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(A/N): I just began my freshman year of high school. I am sooooo pissed with my schedule because none of my close friends are in any of my classes. Tear… :( And I have this one teacher who is a total freaking pervert, and is so fucking stupid. He said that 2 people in a group of 35 people is less that 1 of that group. Seriously? I mean, how the hell did he make it through college? I am so totally pissed right now. Except, I do know that I'll get an A because he basically grades his students on bra size, and I have pretty big boobs, so I guess I shouldn't whine too much. Sorry, I'm kind of using this as a diary right now, lol. Anyways...review!! Yay!! Oh and sorry about the length. I said I would make it longer, but I think its actually shorter.