It is what it says, all Drarry. I decided to pull together several of my short stories into a collection of One Shots (it makes more sense to do it this way) so this was originally 'Dragon Moon Café', but now includes '25', 'Bloody Malfoy', 'In the...
A/N Year eight story. Quite sweary. Uses the film canon so Ron rescued Blaise (not Goyle) from the RofR fire. Also, those who follow my writing might have realised that I really ship George and Pansy (don't hate me).
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Of course we were roommates... I thought to myself as I flung my bag down on my bed and looked bitterly across at the other side of my dorm room for the eighth year. How unoriginal! I thought. How predictable...
Merlin! Mione, Ron, and I even discussed it on the Hogwarts Express. Jokingly, of course. Though there was a semi-seriousness to Mione's tone when she talked about House unity.
Shit, you'd think McGonagall was lining Mione up to be the next Headmistress!
And oh, how we'd laughed at the joke of me and Malfoy sharing a room as an example to how we'd all moved forward since the war. Ron had kidded we wouldn't get past ten minutes in the same room. I wondered if sickles, knuts, and galleons were now being rapidly exchanged as the odds were suddenly been taken very seriously. Personally, I reckoned about three days. I wondered if I could join the sweep stake.
I was angry too. Who wouldn't be? I hadn't wanted to come back in the first place but McGonagall came to see me, she made the trip to Grimmauld Place specially to persuade me, suggesting it would be better to give myself time, get my qualifications, open up my options. She argued persuasively that I might not want a life-time of being an Auror but if I joined now, well, that would be that and there'd be nothing else under my belt apart from a name which I never wanted to play on to my advantage anyway.
Mione joined the fray and I submitted. Only because Ron agreed to come back too. I thought... I thought that fucking finally I'd be given a year of normality at Hogwarts and a chance to enjoy myself but NO! No... this year I had to share a fucking room with fucking Malfoy. I wondered why they couldn't give me someone from another House, I mean, they put Nev with Terry, and Mione was with Padma. Mind you, that'd probably do her good, being with a Ravenclaw instead of the rest of us idiotic Gryffindors. Still...
It was the Sorting Hat's pairings, McGonagall informed us, before sending us packing and refusing to listen to the grumblings.
I sighed, reigning in my anger.
Instead, I flipped open the lid to my trunk and carefully delved between the tidy stacks of new clothes which were fastidiously packed around the most precious item I owned: a Fender guitar. A leaving present from Charlie. With Malfoy out of the room, I took the opportunity to make a space for it on the far side of my bed, away from prying eyes and, hopefully, damage. I would actually kill again if anyone so much as laid a tiny little fucking finger on my guitar. I didn't expect Malfoy to understand that, or any of his visiting Snakes, so I cast a Disillusionment charm on it too, and a Ward. It was a nice little Ward too, one that Charlie taught me, it snapped at wandering fingers... I smirked to myself and allowed myself to briefly imagine those rough fingers dragging slowly down my chest and over ribs to my hip bones, following the v-line...
