Chapter 2
"The universe fucking hates me", this had been Draco's first thought when he saw the room listings up in the Great Hall. Fucking Potter. There had been no escape from his stupid (arguably handsome) face and his stupid name and his stupid (hot) scar after the war. Of course I had to room with the bleeding Saviour (pun not intended) himself.
It hadn't been enough that Draco's life had turned into a cosmic joke since the war started, first, with having his ancestral home taken over by a mad man and his cohorts then with this. Atleast he wouldn't need to worry about waking up next to that godforsaken snake every morning. Thank Merlin for Potter and his merry band of goody two shoes otherwise Draco was sure he would have been snake breakfast one of these days. Small mercies.
"Merlin's fucking great saggy fucking balls, does Potter not own shirts anymore", now this, this had become a recurring thought of his now that he had to room with the git. The universe seemed bent on testing him, it seemed. It hadn't been enough that he had to room with his gay awakening of a nemesis, said nemesis needed to roam around shirtless 24/7 too.
Apparently, "he ran hot", whatever that meant, that particular turn of phrase had definitely not brought to mind images of Potter running shirtless and sweaty through Hogwart's grounds and Draco had defintely not had to angrily wank himself off in the shower. That hadefinitely not been something that had happened. Merlin and Morgana herself, he was going to strangle that tartan-draped witch.
"Everyone's gone fucking insane", had become another incessantly recurring thought. Why else would Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger be stuck on the precipice of friends and dating? (and honestly if you asked Draco, those two just needed to kiss already, he was getting tired of Pansy's whinging about Hermione's legs and Hermione's eyes and Hermione's hair, Hermione this Hermione that, in fact the word Hermione held no meaning for him anymore with the number of times he had to hear the same three syllables throughout the day).
And on the off chance, that he's the one going insane and blaming it on everyone else then why else would Potter have inexplicably decided to befriend him? It was fine till asking for help with homework but now they seemed to actually be becoming friends and Draco was frankly alarmed. Had Potter run headfirst into one of the numerous moving walls of Hogwarts? Had he ? It was one thing to fancy the pants off the git but, Salazar Slytherin help him, Potter now smiled at him in the hallways and at breakfast and in their shared classes. By all the Founders of Hogwarts, he was living a charmed life.
This friendship (???) had begun three and a half weeks into their rooming with each other. Potter had asked him about his Holyhead Harpies poster and he had replied by making fun (!!!!!) of his Chudley Cannons poster, which, great move, dude, real cool move, absolutely make fun of your crush's interests. Truly the superior flirting technique, you numpty. Anyway, that had led to one of their longest conversations since moving in and somehow he had ended up being roped into a Seeker's Match against Potter that Sunday. Potter won (because Draco had let him win, obviously, it had definitely not been because Potter had looked stunning in the early winter sun with the wind in his hair, that had definitely not distracted him at all, ok? Draco was fine).
Present Day
"Potter do keep to your side," Draco chided.
"No." (He's such a child, I swear)
"Potter please for the love of God, move your damn Defence Against the Dark Arts books, some of us actually need to study."
"Well, if you need to study so bad for the Potions test, that isn't even till next week by the way, Do it. Yaself ," the idiot replies, sticking his tongue out for good measure.
"I should never have played that Seeker's Game with you, you're a fucking menace," I shoot back.
"Aw, you love me."
"I really, really don't."
His only response was sticking his tongue out (Yup, such a child, Merlin)
The universe is funny, there I was Death Eater scum and here I am actually friends with him, laughing with him. And well I am quite alright simply remaining friends, its quite enough that he smiles at me at all odd hours and honestly, I think he's straight anyway.