Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Moving Forward

What a shock (not). Harry and Malfoy are living together! Hope you like this next chapter xx 

Harry looked around his bedroom with a sigh of content. His decorations had been put up, and although the room was a bit small, he liked the way it was designed.

He went into the living room to bring his remaining trunk into the room. As he was bending over it, Malfoy walked in. "POTTER!"

"What?"

"Where's my broomstick?"

"How would I know?" Harry shot back. "I haven't touched your broom, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Malfoy muttered, "As if. You lost your Firebolt earlier in the year, so of course you're desperate-"

Harry cut off Malfoy's drawling voice by shoving him roughly against the wall. "I didn't touch your broom!" He hissed. "And don't talk about that!"

Malfoy's cold eyes bored through Harry's. "Touched down on a sensitive topic, have I, Potter?"

"Shut up." Just to make his point clear, Harry pushed Malfoy to the side and went back to his trunk, signaling that the discussion was over.

Malfoy shook his head and went back to his room.

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Harry sat down on his bed and rummaged through the last few things in his trunk. His heart stilled as he pulled out an owl cage. "How'd that get in there?" He murmured. He stared at it for a long time before moving it into a corner.

He could hear thumps against the wall next to his dresser and knew that Malfoy was having a fit, probably over that lost broom of his. He grudgingly walked down the hall and knocked on Malfoy's door. It was flung open. He scowled. "What do you want?"

"I can help you find your broomstick," Harry said after a pause. "Since I, you know, have no idea where it is."

Malfoy glanced searchingly at Harry's face before opening the door a little wider to invite him inside.

Inside were the usual green and silver decorations. Malfoy was obviously making sure that his room was screaming Slytherin in every way. Harry swung his gaze around the room and decided the broom was definitely not inside here.

"Did you leave it at home by accident?" He asked finally.

"No," Malfoy glared. "Why the bloody hell would I do that?"

"You've forgotten things before," Harry said defensively. 

"Yeah, but I wouldn't've forgotten my bloody broomstick!"

"Yeah, I get it," Harry said heatedly. "Just get over it, then."

Malfoy was more than ready to punch the living heavens out of Potter, but he knew that would look bad- especially since Harry had saved his life multiple times only a few months ago. So he clenched his fists tightly by his sides and imagined punching Harry instead. It wasn't as satisfying, but it would work for now.

Harry left Malfoy's room, fuming. He couldn't believe he was stuck living with him- seeing each other around a castle was bad enough, but now they had to share an apartment? No. No, thank you. But he knew he couldn't back out now.

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