Draco opened the door to their dorm and they both walked in, looking around.
It was a simple space. There were two beds with gold and red sheets, two desks with quills, ink, and parchment, and two wardrobes for their clothes. The walls were covered with red wallpaper with gold designs.
"Hard to believe that we'll be rooming together for the rest of the year." Draco commented. "Huh, Harry?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled at the thought. He was glad that Draco would be living with him.
Looking around the room, Harry suddenly got an idea. He pulled his wand from his robe and casted a few spells around the room. He transfigured the beds so they were one large four poster bed and did the same to the wardrobes.
"Why did you do that?" Draco questioned him.
"Well, don't you think that it would make sense for us to share a few things?" Harry asked him. "We are dating after all."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "I suppose you're right."
"Good." Harry smiled. "Now then, let's get unpacked and ready for bed." He opened his trunk and started to put his things away.
Draco nodded and did the same.
After they finished unpacking, the two boys waved their wands and were instantly changed and ready for bed.
They crawled into bed and, almost instantly, Draco draped his arm and leg over Harry.
"I missed sharing a bed with you." He told Harry sleepily.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "It was rather lonely. Once or twice I almost wrote to you to see if you wanted to visit me. But then I thought about how my aunt and uncle wouldn't like another wizard in the house."
"It's ok." Draco assured him. "I understand."
Harry smiled at him and let out a yawn.
Draco smiled back. "Good night, Harry." He snuggled in close and drifted off.
"Good night, Draco." Harry replied, nodding off as well.
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This is Me
Fanfiction((This is a direct sequel to Accidents Happen.)) When Draco has a nightmare about a war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, he starts to worry about the fact that he and his fellow students may end up dying in battle. On the Hogwa...
