Roommates
Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and I were walking with the rest of the Gryffindors to our common room. I was holding hands with Ginny and Ron’s in Hermione’s. The sorting just happened, so there are some first years chatting excitedly and looking around.
We got to the fat lady and found her freaking out. “Someone, someone has set fire the common room,” she screamed. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Somebody go get Dumbledore. Another get Professor Mcgonagall,” said a prefect.
“We’re way ahead of you,” said Professor Dumbledore with Professor Mcgonagall behind him. Kids moved out of their way to let them buy.
“Minerva, take these children to a different common room. Their luggage has not been delivered to their rooms yet, thank god. And please get Severus and get him up here as soon as possible,” Dumbledore said calmly.
“Ok. Follow me, children.” Everyone was quiet when they walked back down the flights of stairs. The first years were not excitedly talking anymore. They looked scared and some of them on the verge of crying. I just noticed how hard Ginny was holding my hand.
Professor Mcgonagall walked us into the Great Hall. “Everyone stay here. I need to find Professor Snape quickly. Prefects, don’t let anyone leave, no matter the reason.” She ran out. The room burst into chatter.
“Who do you think did it?” Ron asked. “I don’t know. It looked pretty bad though,” I answered. “I wonder what house we will be bunking with for a while. I hope it’s not Slytherin,” Hermione shivered. “I hope it’s ravenclaw,” Ginny said. They sat there for what felt like hours chatting about what it would be like to live with the other houses.
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Professor Mcgonagall finally came back. “Alright kids. They stopped the fire, but it’s pretty damaged. You might have to stay with another house for awhile. It might even be all year,” Mcgonagall said. Some kids sighed. Ginny raised her hand. “Yes Ms. Weasley.”
“What house will that be exactly?” she asked. Mcgonagall paused. “None of you are going to like this, I don’t really like this, but Slytherin.” Everyone started talking very loud. Nobody was happy.
“Quiet, QUIET! Now I know it’s not the best thing, but it’s Dumbledore’s orders. You don’t have to sit with them at lunch or anything. It's just somewhere for you to sleep. Now, we’ve got to get going. You’re luggage has been set outside the room you are going to be living in. And please, do not make any trouble,” said Mcgonagall.
She led them down to the dungeons and into the Slytherin common room. The walls were dark and the floor had black carpet on it. There were green curtains over the windows and Slytherin flags hanging about. There were black leather couches and armchairs in front of a roaring fire.
“I will see you all tomorrow. I will meet everyone in here to tell the whole story to you and the Slytherins. Girls, go to the staircase on the right. Boys, one on the left. Goodnight,” said Professor Mcgonagall. She walked away.
Ron and I said goodbye to Hermione and Ginny and walked up the black staircase on the left. Once up them we looked around. There were seven hallways. One for each year. They made their way down the seventh one, assuming it was for seventh years. Instead of everyone in their year sleeping in one room, there was a bunch of little rooms. Each room had two beds and a bathroom.
We got halfway down when they found Ron’s luggage outside of a room. “Well, I guess I stop here,” he said. “Good luck.” “Thanks. You to. Goodnight,” I said. I walked all the way down to the end of the hallway. There was my luggage sitting outside a room. I grabbed everything, took a deep breath, and walked in.
It was a small room. Both sides had a queen sized bed nestled into the wall. In the wall at the foot of the beds were some drawers. At the end of the bed on the right was a door that goes into a fairly large bathroom with a shower and everything. The curtains on the beds were green. The wall was black. The floor was a dark wood and in the middle was a small circular rug that was black with one green stripe going all the way around.
It smelled a little like vanilla. A very familiar vanilla smell… “Well, hello, Potter.” I jumped. I looked at the bed on the right and there was a boy with pure white skin and blonde hair, Draco Malfoy.
“Malfoy?!” I was shocked. Not only did I have to live with the slytherins for my last year at Hogwart, I have to share my room with my enemy.
“What are you doing here? Transfer to Slytherin, did you?” Malfoy sneered. “No. Someone set fire to our common room. All of the Gryffindors are here. Possibly for the whole year,” I responded.
“Great. I have to live with the golden boy for a year. My last year. Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower. I, uh, I guess make yourself at home,” Draco said as he walked into the bathroom.
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As I finished unpacking my things, Draco walked out with just a towel around his waist. I choked a bit as I looked up at him. His abs were so… did I really just think that?! I hope it doesn’t last. I hate Malfoy’s guts! “I’m, er, gonna take a shower as well,” I said as I rushed into the bathroom.
I shed my clothes and climbed in. ‘Did I really find Draco attractive back there? No of course not!’ I thought. I couldn’t like Draco. He is my enemy. And think of what other people would think if they found out. Hermione, Ron, him… and Ginny! Although, I may not be attracted to her anymore. I think I may be turning gay. I think she might be figuring it out though; we were very distant during the summer.
I got out and put a towel around my waist and walked out. I found some pjs and turned to see Draco staring at him.
“You know Malfoy, staring isn’t polite. And if it is a guy you're staring at people might as well think you're gay,” I said. He Blushed. “And if you blush after being caught, doesn’t help,” He blushed harder, if even possible, and turned away. Malfoy wasn’t denying it either, Interesting.
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I was getting ready for bed when Draco came to me. “I think that a truce is in order,” he said. He held out his hand. I didn’t take it. “ For what?” I sneered. “Chill out golden boy. I just thought that since we are going to be roommates, we should make up. Start over. Would you rather be roommates with an enemy or a frie… close acquaintance,” Draco said. “A close acquaintance,” I muttered. “Exactly. Now from now on, we are… ‘close acquaintances’. That means not being totally snotty and uptight with each other,” said Draco.
“Or our friends,” I added. “Or our friends. Alright, that all? Let's shake.” He held out his hand. I took it and shook it. It was weird. What is Draco doing? Does he really mean it?
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I woke up not knowing where I was, The memories of the night before flew back into my mind just as Draco walked in. “Our Professors want to talk to everyone, so get changed,” he said. I slipped on my school attire and walked to the common room. Most of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were out of bed. Professor Mcgonagall and Snape were standing at the door waiting.
I spotted Hermione, Ron, and Ginny and walked over to them. “Hey Harry,” Hermione said. “Who did you get stuck with? I am bunking with Blaise, and it SUCKS,” said Ron. “I have Pansy,” said Hermione. “And I have this girl named Chelsy. She’s in my year,” Ginny said. “I have to bunk with Malfoy.” “Oh gosh, Harry, that must be horrible,” Hermione said. Ginny looked at him apologetically.
“Alright, alright listen up,” our Headmaster said. Everyone went quiet. “So last night, Somebody set fire to the Gryffindor common room. We don’t know who though. It looks like the Gryffindors will stay here for the rest of the year, Have a good day.” And we all made our way out of the dungeons and to the Great Hall.
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That night I was sitting on my bed working on my potions homework when Draco walked in. He jumped. “God Harry, I’m not used to living with someone. I've never shared a room with someone before,” Said Draco. “You just called me Harry,” I said I was shocked. “Oh, I, uh, didn’t notice,” Draco said, blushing. He went into the bathroom to change.
I was about almost done with my homework, but I was stuck this one question, ‘what is a characteristic of Draught of the Living Dead Potion’ . I knew we went over it that day but i couldn't remember.
Draco came back from the bathroom wearing only a tanktop and some underwear. I looked away quickly. I couldn’t risk Draco seeing me stare or blush.
It was awkward just sitting there in the quiet so I decided to ask for help. “Hey Draco can you help me with the last question on the potions homework.’’ That was a bad idea because he came and sat right next to me on my bed, our legs touching. I was freaking out. “Oh It's a pale lilac color and then it turns clear,” he said. I wrote it down and said thanks as I took this opportunity to look at his face. He was looking at me. I looked into his stormy gray eyes and got lost in them. They were so beautiful.
After what felt like forever, Draco jerked back to life and blushed. I was also blushing. “I'm just gonna, uh, go to bed,” Draco said. “Me too,” I said.