Roommates: A Drarry Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Boxes. Lots of boxes.

"Hey Draco! You're back!" Harry cried, quite happy, as he ran to the top of the stairs at the doorway. "You should come check out the house. It's beautiful!"

"Of course! Will you give me a tour?" Draco asked Harry, gesturing for him to follow as he walked across the room towards the staircase.

Harry followed Draco into the living room, past the fireplace, and up the stairs.

"Here's the first room." Harry told Draco. "I love the pale blue colour, don't you?"

"Yes, I love it!"

Harry then showed Draco the bathroom, and then they walked into the large room.

"This is the second room. Isn't it huge?" Harry said giggling as he twirled around in the large bedroom.

"Yeah, it's really big." Draco said with a chuckle. He found it quite amusing when Harry acted strange. Which, in his opinion, happened a lot.

"So I think you should have this room. Seeing as you have this huge double bed and A bunch more stuff." Harry said as he flopped himself on Draco's bed. "Plus, I love the colour of the other room.

"Hey, Get off my bed Potter." Draco said playfully.

"Yeah I'll take this room. My bed and furniture is already in here anyways." Draco said as the two turned around and walked back into the corridor.

Harry and Draco walked back downstairs to bring the boxes upstairs.

"Bloody hell. This no magic thing really sucks eh? How do muggles live without magic in their lives?" Draco complained.

"I know right. Muggles are quite odd." Harry replied as the two brought the last boxes upstairs.

Harry and Draco walked separate ways at the top of the stairs. Draco went to his room to unpack his boxes and Harry went to his room to unpack his boxes.

"This house is amazing." Harry thought to himself as he unpacked his boxes. He had only a few boxes. He had his photo album with a few photos of his parents, some drawings Draco gave to him, lots and lots of clothes, and a lot of books. Harry loved reading, it was his favourite pastime.

Harry put all his books on his bookshelf along with his photo album. He used some thumbtacks to hang up his drawings on his wall. These drawings consisted of, a watercolour painting of Hedwig, a pencil sketch of Harry playing quidditch, and a coloured pencil drawing of Ron and Hermione. He then put his clothes in his closet and unpacked the other 3 boxes that remained.

"This house is quite adorable" Draco thought. An odd word to describe a house, yes, but surely, it was. Draco unpacked his boxes. He didn't have many boxes, about 5 or 6 maybe. His boxes consisted of clothes, lots of art supplies and sketchbooks, and a ton of journals. At least 15 journals. Draco loved writing, almost as much as he loved drawing. He usually wrote down his feelings (yeah, lame right?) and sometimes a bit of poetry, even though he wasn't very good at said poetry. Draco placed his journals in the bottom drawer of his nightstand except for one, which he was currently writing in. It was only about half full.

Draco then put his clothes in his closet, and put all his art supplies on his table next to his nightstand.

When Draco had finished unpacking and getting his bedroom together, he went downstairs to get some tea.

He walked down the staircase only to see Harry passed out on the sofa with a book on his face. "Someone's tired" Draco thought with a smirk on his face as he picked the book off Harry's face and placed it on the dark brown coffee table. Draco grabbed a blanket and put it over the boy whom layed on the couch, being careful not to wake him.

Draco walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As he was waiting for the kettle to boil he looked at the clock. "9:45" Draco thought to himself. Draco made his tea and went back upstairs to his room, leaving Harry on the sofa as he must've been quite tired if he fell asleep reading his book.

AN: blahhhh this is a short chapter. Idek.