Dread coursed through Harry. No way. He could not survive a few days with this person, not one. Much less hours.
He read the cursed name over and over again, the meaning sinking deeper and deeper each time. Draco Malfoy.
Out of all the damned people.
"Bloody hell," he heard Ron utter. Ron gave him one pitying glance, then walked off, leaving Harry alone in the crowd.
He stood stunned for a few moments before walking off to the Great Hall. He saw Dumbledore greeting some Ministry detectives at the front door, followed by dementors.
Harry rushed off before the dreaded creatures sent their cold wave and caused him to faint in front of everyone. Then living with Malfoy would be even more terrifying .
He walked into the Great Hall, which's doors have been shrunken to the size of normal doors, but instead of the Hall, Harry was greeted by a long hallway lit by blue torches with doors of room numbers on each side.
He had only been to a hotel once, with the Dursley's, and this place was what he would describe it as.
He soon reached room #10, and to his relief, Malfoy wasn't there yet.
As soon as he thought that, he felt a cold breath on the back of his neck. He turned to face his arch-enemy since the first day of Hogwarts. As always, Malfoy greeted him by spitting his name. "Potter."
"Please don't start now," Harry uttered. "Just the thought of spending more than an hour with you has driven me to insanity."
Malfoy narrowed his storm grey eyes. "If i were you, I would kill myself," he hissed.
"Never heard that one before," Harry taunted, as Malfoy uses that insult at least once a day.
"That's a new one," Malfoy sneered, as that was the comeback Harry uses to that insult every time.
"Eat dirt."
"Eat shit"
"Go find some money."
"Spoiled brat."
The argument was getting more tense and loud, and Harry dropped his bags and cracked his knuckles. Malfoy did the same.
"Filthy peasant."
"Dipshit."
"At least dipshits have parents"
"At least mine cared for me."
They were nearly shouting, and some heads poked out of their rooms.
"Better watch your mouth," Malfoy shot.
"Or what? You'll tell your father? Your father that cares for money more than his son?"
Hurt flashed in Malfoy's grey eyes, and he reached for his wand.
But before he could make a move, a cold voice droned out, "Ten points from Gryffindor."
Harry knew who it was before he even turned.
"Got yourself a bodyguard, eh? Can't fight for yourself? Harry breathed furiously.
"Ten more points from Gryffindor!" Snape said in a voice like ice. It's nearly three a.m will you get in bed already for Merlin's sake!" Snape stalked out the door.
Harry turned around and saw only one bed.
"Top or bottom?" Malfoy asked in a crisp tone.
Harry went red in the face. He must have misheard. "Um- sorry- I don't think you- er-honestly-um I'm a-"
"Bunk beds, Potter! I'm talking about bunk beds!"
He stalked over to the bed and pulled out a shelf in the wall Harry hadn't noticed before.
"Will you quit being gay for one second!"
(Unoriginal joke forgive me)
Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed, "You think I'm gay."
"No homo," muttered Malfoy, as he pulled out a Slytherin poster and pinned it to the wall.
"Sure." replied Harry. He then put his things on the bottom bunk.
"Bottom?" Malfoy noted. "I guess that's no surprise. You never seemed like the dominant type."
Harry honestly didn't have a comeback, so he insisted, "I'm tired, I'll deal with you tomorrow." He then plopped into bed and fell asleep in seconds.
