The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 3

"I just don't see what we can do, Severus. It isn't as though we can force them to like each other." Dumbledore spoke, leaning slightly against his desk as he turned to the Potions teacher. "What do you propose we do?"

"I don't know but we have to do something. Their fights have been disturbing classes and upsetting other students. Not to mention they cause physical harm to each other almost every day." Snape explained to the headmaster, who thought deeply for a moment.

"Severus," He spoke, an idea becoming clear in his mind. "If, perhaps, they spent some time together, they would learn to tolerate each other, if not like each other." Snape thought about it for a moment, before a problem came to mind.

"But Albus, how do you propose we do that? They are in different houses, and the only time they spend together is in class when they are forced to." He asked, trying to come up with a solution. Dumbledore smiled at Severus with a twinkle in his eye, a plan forming.

"We make them roommates."

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Harry had just left the infirmary and was heading to transfiguration when he was stopped by McGonagall in the hall.

"Potter, I need you to go up to your room, pack your trunk, and meet me by Dumbledore's office immediately."

"What? Why, professor? Have I done something?" Harry asked, shocked. Was he getting expelled from Hogwarts? He couldn't think of anything he has done (this year) to get himself expelled. McGonagall could see the worry on his face and was quick to dispell his thoughts.

"No, Potter, you haven't done anything, and you are not to be expelled, though I can't say this is much better, mind you." She said with a grim face, before turning and walking away down the corridor. Harry stared after her for a moment, before heading up to Gryffindor tower to pack his bags for, what might be, the most stressful night of his life.

* * *

After getting into an argument with his head of house, and having to pack his trunk from his and Blaises shared dorm, Draco was now standing at the statue that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's office with an annoyed sneer painted across his face. He didn't understand why he had been told to pack his trunk, because professor Snape had refused to tell him. He hated that greasy git.

Draco was pulled out of his thoughts by none other than Harry Potter himself.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking confused yet also annoyed by Draco's presence.

"I could ask you the same thing." Draco said, though his heart sped up at the sound Harry's voice. He looked down and saw that Harry also had his trunk with him, and was starting to have a sinking feeling that this was going no where good. "What's going on?" He asked, to no one in particular.

"I think I can answer that, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore's voice spoke, startling them both. He stepped out from the staircase, and turned to the boys. "Follow me."

After being led through the castle, they stopped on a fourth floor corridor, outside of a rather large portrait of a man, who had his hands on his face and mouth wide open, a rather quiet yet irritating scream coming from his open mouth. Harry flinched a little at the unpleasant sound, it reminded him of the fat lady trying to sing in third year.

"No offense, sir. But what are we doing here?" Harry asked his headmaster.

"It has come to my attention, Mr. Potter, that you and Mr. Malfoy here have had quite an issue getting along." Dumbledore started. "We don't have a tolerance for violence at this school, and you two have broken that rule countless times. Which is why, both of your heads of houses and I have decided that you would both benefit from spending some, how we say, quality time, together. So, for the remainder of the school year, this will be your home."

"But sir, you can't be serious-"

"I can assure you, Mr. Potter, that I am quite serious. You and Mr. Malfoy will be sharing quarters for the rest of this year. Now you two have been given the rest of the day off from classes to unpack and get settled. If I do find out that you two are still fighting, it will result in suspension and a months detention. You may tell people of your new living arrangement, but you are not permitted to have guests. Also, you will still be allowed in your house common rooms, but normal curfew still applies to this room. The password is treacle tart. I suggest you two start unpacking." Dumbledore finished, turning abruptly on his heal and heading away, leaving them both standing there speechless. Draco turned to Harry, then to the picture, then back to Harry.

"I'm going in, are you going to come or are you just going to stand out here like a twit." Harry said, turning to the picture. "Treacle tart." He said, and the portrait swung open. Harry stepped in, lugging his trunk, followed by Malfoy.

They both looked around, the room they had was large, with two beds to the side and a sitting area next to a fireplace. It was decorated in both houses colors, the drapes being red and gold and the chairs by the fire being green with black lining, a silver coffee table in front of them. There was one Gryffindor bed and one Slytherin bed, and a dresser in between. A large mirror hung on the opposing wall next to a door to what Draco presumed was the bathroom. He lugged his trunk over to the end of the Slytherin bed, and dropped it. Harry did the same, and they both went to investigate the bathroom. There were two sinks, one shower, and one toilet and a urinal. Harry couldn't believe he was expected to share a shower, let alone a room with Malfoy. He headed back out to the bedroom and looked at the six drawers in the dresser.

"Which ones do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, annoyed. It was silent. Harry waited before huffing, and turning to face the other boy. "I said, which drawers do you want, Malfoy?"

"Draco."

"What?"

"Call me Draco. You might as well, we are going to be living together." Draco stated, looking anywhere but at Harry.

"Fine then, Draco, which drawers do you want? Top or bottom?" Harry asked, staring at the bloke.

"Top." Draco said quietly, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.

"Why are you acting so weird? I know living together isn't ideal, but we might as well try and make the best of it." Harry said, eyes softening just a bit. Draco just nodded. They unpacked in silence for a few minutes, before Draco spoke up.

"Potter?"

"Harry."

"What?"

"Call me Harry."

"Well then Harry?" Draco asked, smirking a bit.

"Yea?"

"You heard what Dumbledore said, no guests. That means you and the weaslette will need to find somewhere else to snog." He said, jealousy clear in his eyes, although to Harry he just sounded like a prat.

"Weaslette? You mean Ginny?" Draco nodded. "Ginny and I aren't together, she's like a sister to me!" He laughed, and put away his last shirt before shutting his drawer. "And besides," he said, walking towards the door, "I'm gay." And with that, he left, leaving Draco staring after him with butterflies dancing in his stomach.

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