enemies with benefits [drarry]

he hates me

beginnings. dracos always hated beginnings. he had always wished his favorite movie would start at the action, that his favorite book would skip the stupid lovey dovey parts and get to the bloodshed.

this beginning, however, draco didnt mind.

eighth year for old hogwarts students had started as normally as any year before it. boring and loud. draco got his luggage, got on the train (albeit without pansy to his dismay), and slept until he reached the school for witchcraft and wizardry. then he got off, had an elf carry his luggage, and off he was to the great hall.

although, unlike any other year, draco along with the rest of the eighth years were pulled aside by new headmaster mcgonagal. they were told they were to share a common room and dorms because of the small number of students that came back.

draco honestly thought he had heard her wrong.

but he hadnt. all the eighth years were sharing a common room. sharing! hufflepuff and ravenclaw and slytherin and-

there was only one boys dorm.

harry and draco had to sleep in the same room.

fuck.

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it was bad enough that draco had to share his common room and dorm with every other eighth year, but couldnt they have put at least three bathrooms in? the two that had been installed were already filled with students. draco grimaced.

"oh im sorry your majesty, is it not good enough for you?" ron snarled at draco. the blonde wondered when weasleys voice got so bloody annoying.

"no, i suppose its not to my liking. although its much better than whatever you weasels have at your 'home'," draco drawled, looking bored as he air quoted home. rons face grew almost as red as his stupid flaming hair. draco couldnt help but be amused.

"why i oughta wipe that smirk right off your-"

"ron."

draco involuntarily shivered. he glanced behind the weasel and caught a glimpse of black, wild hair. potters head was bowed towards the ground. the blonde offhandedly wondered when potters voice got so... deep.

"leave it alone. the wars over. we shouldnt fight anymore," potters gaze remained firmly on his shoes, which idly scuffed the carpet. draco grinned evilly.

"whats wrong potter? what could possibly get the golden boys spirits down?" potter tensed at the nickname, visibly restraining himself. draco loved it.

"nothings got me down, malfoy. just couldnt bear to bring myself to look at your pointy, ferret face," the gryffindor replied smoothly. dracos smirk turned feral.

"is that so? hmm... so the boy who lived can defeat the dark lord, but cant look at an old school rival?" dracos eyebrow raised and his petite hand rested on his hip.

potters head shot up, his eyes meeting dracos. the blonde controlled his features perfectly. inside he wondered when potters eyes got that kind yet brightly mischievous glint, but on the outside he grinned widely at the gryffindors blatant defeat at his own game.

"drop it, malfoy. i wont hesitate to hex you in your sleep," potters eyes narrowed and his hand on weasleys shoulder shook slightly with suppressed rage.

"whatever," draco sighed, his malicious grin still plastered into his features. he spun around and stalked towards the girls dorm. pansy would let him into-

oh yeah. no pansy.

what a wonderful beginning.