Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Of toenail clippings and designer underwear Andithiel

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Andithiel

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"I have to admit, Harry, I'm surprised you've managed to get your bedroom in order in such a short time," Hermione said, beaming at him. "All in all it's a really nice flat," she added, looking around the living room, especially admiring the many plants scattered about on tiny rickety tables and hanging from the ceiling.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled, looking down and shuffling his feet. "I owe some of it to the other git who lives here, though."

"Yeah," Ron snorted, "I thought we'd have a third wizarding war when Hermione suggested you take Parkinson's old room, but —"

Ron was unceremoniously cut off by an angry voice coming nearer.

"Potter, I swear to Merlin that if I find your disgusting toenail clippings on the bathroom floor one more time, I'll hex your sorry arse into the next — oh."

Malfoy's angry demeanor, flushed cheeks and shooting-daggers-eyes changed immediately upon seeing Ron and Hermione there. He looked like a balloon that had suddenly deflated.

"Hey Malfoy, nice to see you!" Ron said, the corners of his mouth twitching a bit.

"Granger, Weasley, I was unaware you had graced us with your presence," Malfoy said, quickly regaining his usual haughty tones.

Hermione waved faintly. "We wanted to see how Harry was settling in, since it's his first time looking after himself."

Malfoy stared at them all, then he closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. When he exhaled, Harry thought he heard words like "get used to being surrounded by Gryffindors," but he wasn't sure. Then, Malfoy opened his eyes again, fixing them with his deadliest glare.

"Pray tell, Granger, did Potter here" (he still managed to spit out Harry's name like it was something nasty) "leave his bodily residues all over the place when he was living with you as well?"

Hermione and Ron only had time to shoot perplexed looks at each other before Malfoy continued. "I mean, at first I thought that the two of you wanted some privacy, and that was the reason you set up this charming little agreement, but now I'm beginning to discover that he's about as well house trained as a baby erumpent."

When Ron and Hermione kept looking at him with their mouths hanging open, he scoffed and turned around, and this time he definitely muttered "bloody thick Gryffindors."

Ron gave Harry an apologetic look. "Sorry, Harry, I'll tell Ginny off for moving in with Parkinson," which really was only half the reason Harry had ended up being flatmates with Malfoy.

Ron and Hermione had dropped increasingly unsubtle hints about how they wanted to have some more privacy, now that they wanted to start a family, and when Pansy had moved in with Ginny, leaving an empty room for Harry to live in, it had only seemed like the right thing to do. Also, he was tired of walking in on them in various compromising situations, so the prospect of living with Malfoy had seemed more agreeable than having to see Ron's naked arse for the umpteenth time when he got home from Healer Training.

Harry shrugged. "It'll be fine, Ron, don't worry about it," he said, not mentioning that he felt like he'd jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A week later, Harry was brushing his teeth when Malfoy ran into the bathroom and opened the toilet lid completely unabashed.

"Malfoy! What the —" Harry spluttered, bits of toothpaste foam coating the mirror.