Toothpaste (DracoxHarry)

Mint

I woke up to a kick to the shin.

My eyes flashed open as the pain registered. "Ouch." I groaned grumpily.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed, Potter?"

"You said I could sleep here." I whined and rolled over. "I asked for permission..."

"I don't remember giving you permission."

"Did you really have to wake me up like that?" I asked not caring that he didn't remember; now clutching my leg sleepily.

"Well how else should I have woken you up?"

"Perhaps shaking me awake like a normal person-?"

"But you aren't normal." he cut me off and I sat up.

"I don't feel like arguing." I huffed dragging myself out of his bed slowly.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To sleep on the floor."

"You idiot, it's time to get ready for breakfast."

"Perhaps for you." I snorted as I plopped down on the hard wooden floor. "I'm not normal."

There was a heavy silence before Draco got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I went back to sleep and yelped when someone kicked me awake.

"Get up Potter. You're a Slytherin now. Punctuality is everything." I opened one eye and flickered it up at him. He sighed and grabbed his bag. "Whatever. I'm leaving." he headed towards the door. "Don't be late to class or else I'll use all the hot water tonight."

Of course he will. He's a fucking mermaid.

I didn't respond and sighed happily when the door slammed announcing his exit.

After a few minutes, I got off the floor and entered the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth with my toothpaste and washed my face after taking a piss and washing my hands.

I slid on my robes and fixed my tie before grabbing my bag and strolling casually out of my room.

It took me about twenty minutes to find the great hall... And about 60 seconds for me to convince myself that the Slytherin table was where I was going to sit.

I plopped down in the seat in front of Blaise and casted him a small smile.

He shook his head. "You're soooo getting in trouble."

I took a bite of my croissant. "For what?"

"You aren't in proper uniform."

"Yeah I am." I frowned.

Crabbe tugged on my robe as he plopped down next to me. "You aren't a Gryffindor anymore Potter."

I slapped his hand away and scowled. "Well I'm not rich, and I'm not throwing them away. I mean for all I know tomorrow the bloody hat could start screaming I'm a Gryffindor."

"Harry." Pansy interjected. "No one has ever been moved from their house before. Not even this late in the game. Something must have happened to you that you responded very Slytherin to..."

You know... I never thought she was smart when she was glued to Draco's arm....

"Nothing happened." I frowned.

She looked at me suspiciously and I rolled my eyes at her.

"How Slytherin was that." Blaise snorted and I shot him a glare.