Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Moving in

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"Finally!" Ron said, jogging beside Harry. "No school, no parents, no stupid Percy dragging you to do things..." he grinned. "Great, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Harry said, smiling. "And I don't have to go back to the Dursleys..."

"Well, yeah, that's great and all, but I'm just happy I can stay up until two am eating chocolate frogs," Ron said promptly.

"Yup, sure."

"Hey guys!" A voice called behind them. They turned to face Hermione, her hair bushier than ever, clutching her ginger cat underneath one arm.

"Ugh," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Hermione, how d'you expect me to move in with you if you're keeping that thing around?"

"It's not like I'm just gonna dump him in the street," Hermione retorted. "Besides, your owl's fine. He likes Crookshanks, remember?"

"Yeah, but he's also the size of my thumb," Ron retorted.

Harry shook his head. "Can you two finish out this domestic argument later? I see the apartment up ahead."

"Oh, yeah," Ron said, immediately forgetting about the cat. "Hey, that looks pretty cool!"

Hermione frowned. "I heard that a few people will have their flatmates chosen for them," she said worriedly.

"Why?" Ron protested. "We all have someone we're ok with living with!"

"Yeah, but some people's friends aren't moving into this complex and they didn't want to make the decision."

"That's screwed," Ron announced. "They're just asking for trouble with an arrangement like that."

"Speaking of trouble," Harry muttered, nodding his head.

Malfoy walked quickly past them, a large duffel bag in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

Ron scowled. "What's he doing here?"

Hermione huffed. "He's obviously going to live here, Ron!" She said impatiently. "He has the right, you know."

"Yeah, well, he'll just cause trouble," Ron muttered, speeding up. 

"Like you don't?" She fired back, but she walked quickly to keep up with him.

Harry lagged behind, struggling with carrying his two trunks, his broomstick, his wand, and Ron's owl cage. Why was he even carrying Ron's owl cage? He groaned as he struggled to carry everything, his arms tensing at the shoulders.

"Hi, Harry!" A cheerful face popped out from behind one of the trunks. 

"Hey, Neville," Harry grunted. "Have you moved in already?"

Neville nodded as he took a few things from Harry. "I saw you from my window and figured you could use some help," he explained.

"Thanks," Harry said gratefully. "By the way, who's your flatmate?"

"Oh, it's Ernie Macmillan," Neville said, carefully balancing the owl cage on one of the trunks. "Remember him?"

"How could I forget?" Harry grinned as they made their way down the street.

"D'you know who you're rooming with yet?"

"No," Harry admitted. "Ginny's too young to be moving away from home, so I have to live with someone else for a year."

"Oh, too bad," Neville said sympathetically, "But I'm sure they'll try to pair you up with someone you like."

"Let's hope so..."

...............

Harry and Neville met up with Ron and Hermione at the doors of the apartment building.

Hermione nodded hello to Neville as she said, "You know, Harry, this place isn't far from Hogwarts. So you can still visit Ginny as often as you like."

"Oh, yeah," Harry said, smiling. "I'd forgotten."

"Come on," Ron whined impatiently, "I wanna get this over with."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Hermione sighed, and held the doors open for them.

The receptionist squinted at the four seventeen year-olds who had just walked through the door. "Name?" She asked creakily.

"Ron Weasley," Ron said, stepping up proudly. "I put in a request to be roomed with Hermione Granger."

"Oh, yes," she said, hunching over her computer screen. "That seems to have been arranged. Your room is door 3, floor five."

"Thanks," Ron said, and grinned at Hermione. They immediately Disapparated together, taking their luggage along with them.

"Good luck, Harry," Neville whispered, and started up the stairs.

Harry, feeling a little nervous now that he was alone, gave his name to the receptionist. 

"Oh, yes," she said, staring at her screen. "You didn't put in a request. Right. Well, it says here that a boy in room 6, floor nine, is also without a roommate. So I suppose you'll have to go with him." 

She handed Harry the key and a card with a room number in it. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Thanks," Harry murmured, and then spun on the spot, pulling himself into darkness.

He opened his eyes again to find himself in front of a simple wooden door, with a small golden 6 attached to the front. Simple, but tasteful. He slid his key inside and opened the door to walk into a comfortably furnished living room, simple with just a white wall-to-wall carpet, sofa, and a tiny kitchen at the other end with a breakfast bar. A few cardboard boxes were scattered here and there. Whoever his roommate was, he'd already started unpacking.

Harry jumped when a familiar white-blond walked into the room. "Malfoy?"

Malfoy looked shocked. "Potter?"

Harry glared at him. "What're you doing here?"

Malfoy's shocked expression was soon replaced with a scowl. "I was about to ask the same question."

They stared at each other trunks. They stared at each other. It clicked.

"Oh, great," Harry groaned, clapping a hand to his head. "So now we're-"

"I get the bigger bedroom," Malfoy interrupted, speeding down the tiny hallway. "No take-backs. No do-overs. 'Tis done, my zealous friend."

Harry rolled his eyes and sank down onto one of his trunks. What was he going to do?