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 Partner to 'aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmMaTeS', told from Draco's point of view. Contains swearing.
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'We're bloody roommates!' I said under my breath in despair as I ran a hand through my hair, brushing it back from my eyes. It was probably the hundredth time I'd muttered those words since Headmistress McGonagall had left the Manor. It still hadn't sunk in properly. I was faced with a terrible mix of disbelief, fear, horror, and, I couldn't deny, a little bit of hope that made my stomach flutter hollowly.
'I know, darling,' my mother sighed, taking a sip of her wine, no doubt tired of hearing me say it.
'But why him of all people?' I turned the stem of my own crystal glass slowly between long thin fingers, never lifting it from the table.
'I believe Minerva explained fully her reasoning. It was good of her to come in person and tell you beforehand. Darling, please try and eat something.'
'It makes perfect sense,' said my father as he carefully skewered a slice of carrot with his fork and looked at it warily. We were only just getting used to mother's cooking; sometimes it was a bit hit-and-miss. 'Naturally, Saint Potter won't lay a finger on you. It's a safe choice by Minerva.'
'They could have put me with Blaise...'
'Minerva explained quite clearly that the governors want to mix up the House system and promote House unity. You're being made an example of...'
I looked at my father with distain. 'I don't need to be made an example of any further.'
'I know, darling,' mother said. 'But we've made mistakes, we must accept them, and pay for them in our own ways. You've been given a good chance, darling. At least you can finish your education...'
'And just like that, we pretend this didn't happen and that we weren't on the wrong side?' I said sarcastically, looking between my parents. It was an empty question; we'd had this discussion too many times already.
My father skewered another carrot rather viciously, then he took a deep breath. 'We need to just keep our heads down; show we've amended our ways. Aligning yourself with Potter would be a shrewd political move.'
I pushed away my plate of food, I wasn't hungry to begin with. 'I can't believe you want to turn this into an opportunity for the family. I'll be lucky if Harry doesn't want to kill me, he's hardly going to want to hold my hand and skip through the corridors of Hogwarts after what we've been through...'
Mother raised a perfect eyebrow, 'I think, darling, that the animosity between the two of you is rather more complex than our own foolish ideas about social standing.'
She always did have a nasty habit of seeing the truth.
We sat in silence while Lucius finished his dinner.
What was anyone to say anyway?
Ten months... I thought. It's only ten months. Forty weeks. I can do this.
