Tough Luck, No Luck [Drarry]

Chapter 8 - Dormmate [Harry]

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

The satisfying high heel sound on the wooden floor certainly made Harry less irritated. And, it was all just Harry's imagination, of course! Why would there be high heels against wooden floorboards anyway?

Harry, Granger and Weasley entered the Great Hall, not confidently, but nervously as half of the school eyed them as they walked over to their usual seat- and never mind. Some second years and third years were... There. Harry mentally cursed. It was one of his favourite seats, who were they to sit wherever they liked? Had he not been The Boy Who Lived or Harry Potter at all, he'd be lashing out at the younger years already.

"The end then? It's further, less eyes?" Weasley suggested. No matter where they sat, however, eyes would always still be on them. No matter what, where, when. Everything, everywhere, everytime. Always. They were just kids too, they needed some rest and peace. Especially Harry.

Granger took the offer and the trio headed on over to the last few empty seat where other student wouldn't take. It was closer to the doors, or gates, and uf an enemy were to appear, they would be targeted first, though... No, running was never an option.

The sorting happened in a flash considering that there were only 15 first years this year. 2 Slytherins, 3 Hufflepuffs, and 5 Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

Harry clenched his utensils as he ate. No one suspected anything unusual of Harry. If they really knew Harry, they would've already known. Harry was disappointed in in them. Very. And they had the Chosen One swayed under their manipulation. At least they were capable of doing something. Yes Harry was doubting this friendship now.

"Harry, why won't you take a bite?" Granger. Harry bit his lower lip, searching his already very occupied brain for an excuse to escape an 'interrogation' and why Harry would puke any moment now if he ate anymore.

"Bugger off... -oh, sorry... It's just these few days I... I know I've been off but... The Dursleys... They..." First of all, Harry was not lying when he was worried about the Dursleys, and secondly, he still didn't know where they were which bothered him a lot especially now that he's under the Imperius Curse.

"Are they bothering you a lot, Harry?" Hermione sat down her spoon and looked at Harry, concerned. Harry shook his head lightly. "No... They're missing..." No. Wait. Did Harry just move his mouth out of his own will? For the past three days, Harry couldn't do anything of his wishes and now, he could talk when he wanted to? That gives him some freedom. Harry opened his mouth again to try and tell Hermione about the possibility of Voldemort still alive but nothing came out. Hermione didn't seem to notice and went back to eating after saying, "Maybe they're on a vacation trip and didn't tell you?". There must be some sort of restriction on him so he wouldn't reveal some things.

Harry chewed on his inner cheek and stared of to the Slytherin table, where Draco was at. Okay, not again, but when did it become 'Draco'? Harry scrunched his brow in confusion. He smacked his lips wet and looked back at his own plate of food - or none at all, actually.

"Are you going to eat that?" Ron pointed to Harry's plate. Harry pushed his own plate over to Weas- Ron and shrugged.

Harry was a bit furious now. He kept on switching between last names and first names - what did maybe-is-Voldemort want?

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Dinner in the Great Hall ended after what felt like years. Harry got his new schedule and his new dorm room. This year, Headmaster McGonagall had all 8th years share a tower; regardless of their House. But of course, male and female dorms are separated. Mcgonagall insisted on the House Unity shit and even dining at the Great Hall means eating with other houses. Anyone could sit anywhere they wanted to. What a sight it would be.

Harry and Weasley said waved Granger goodbye and walked the opposite way. "Who do you think you'll room with?" Weasley frowned. Harry shrugged. "There aren't at lot of us this year, not much choices to choose from either." Weasley accepted the answer and trotted ahead, leaving Harry.

Harry walked slower than the other 8th years and 'caught up' with a particular Slytherin.

"Malfoy."

"P'ter."

While Malfoy stared intently at Harry, Harry gave Malfoy a sincere smile. "So, Malfoy, who do you think you'll room with?" Malfoy rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. "And why do you call me 'P'ter'?" Malfoy pushed Harry slightly and ignored him. Harry called after him wondering what had pissed him off. Malfoy finally turned around. But this time, Harry wasn't looking at him. He was looking behind Malfoy. "Malfoy," He pointed to the dorm room they reached. "I guess we're rooming..." Malfoy's eyes widened at swiftly turned his head, bewildered. Harry patted him on the shoulder and just entered. "Won't you come in, roommate?" Malfoy hissed and stepped in to the room.

The room was surprisingly not in any Slytherin or Gryffindor colours but just pure white and grey. Very relaxing at the sight of it. Their beds at the ends of the room, study tables by the beds, wardrobes... Are beside one another. Harry sucked in a breath when he saw another door by one of the wardrobes. Harry creaked opened the door and grinned. A personal bathroom. Not really since it was to be shared with Malfoy after Harry noted two small shelves, two... Of everything but the toilet and the shower head.

Behind him, he could hear Malfoy swear and laughed. "Guess we will be at each other's throats this year!"