This Is Love?- Drarry

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DRACO'S POV

Hot air ballon painting, hot air ballon painting, hot air ballon painting, hot air ballon paint- found it!

A large golden frame, white clouds, and a colorful hot air ballon. You can see the large ballon wave in the wind and you can see the clouds slowly move through the sky.

I look to my left, and look to my right. No one.

"Whatever floats a boat." The painting swings open and I hop inside.

The common room is smaller than the others. A already lit fireplace sits in the center of a wall. A large black couch sits in the center of the room, two tables sit on both ends of the sofa. A coffee table sits in front of the couch with a lovely green plant in the center.

I wonder how long that plant will live.

Paintings are hung on the wall, one side has very dark paintings. The colors green, black, and white are splashed about.

On the opposite side there are firey paintings. The artists mainly used the colors red, orange, yellow, and white.

I see what they did. They want our seperate houses morphed into one. Clever. The slytherin paintings are obviously the prettier ones, they look so mysterious so... Enchanting.

I find a short staircase leading to where I'll be sleeping. Sadly, I'll have to sleep in the same room as Potter.

I gracefully walk up the stairs and open the door at the top.

You can obviously tell who's supposed to sleep where. My side is covered in green and black. Green blanket and bedsheets, a black desk, a black bookshelf already filled with my books, a black dresser, even black and green paintings hang on the walls.

Potter's side looks pratically the same, but instead of green and black it's all red and orange.

I decided to have a seat on the small bed. Potter isn't here yet, I need to drag this moment on for as long as I can. No talking, no frantic energy, no Potter.

Of coirse, Potter has to stumble in. He loudly opens the door and stares at his side of the room.

"Nice set up." Potter says as he belly flops on to his bed.

"No need to be nice Potter. We barely have to talk. We'll go to our breakfast seperatly, go to our classes, eat lunch and dinner seperatly, and come here and go to sleep. No banter needed." I say as I sit criss cross on my bed.

"Whatever you say Malfoy. I just think it'd be very difficult to be in the same living space and not be somewhat decent to each other." God, even the way he talks annoys me, "I know you have some tough guy exterior, or whatever, but if we're stuck with each other we might as well be civil." Potter rambles.

"Yeah, whatever." I start to take off my robes, the school day is over. I need to relax.

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he black button up makes me feel stuffy. It's too tight, but if it was loose I'd look like an idiot.

I roll up my sleeves to my elbows start to scan my books. Might as well get some studying in.

Before I can even pick a book I can feel eyes on me. I roll my eyes and stand up straight.

"What are you looking at?" I turn my head around and glare at the raven haired boy.

"What do you mean?" Potter asks.

"I know your staring. I can feel it, you dimwit." I state.

"I'm not staring at anything. Maybe it's just in your imagination." Potter smirks.

I want to wipe that smirk right off his stupid pink lips. Fucking wanker.

I scoff and continue my search for a book.

I can still feel his eyes on me, but I don't say a word.

AN

-GROOVYLADY