Roommates

A.N. Thanks to chaneystarr for the beta. I wrote this a long while ago, and had it posted other places, but I'm planning to begin updating it again, and I thought it might be interesting to post it here as well. So er, enjoy?

Also, Warning: This fic is very possibly the most OOC thing I have ever written, I did it for fun...yes there are more chapters to come. Beware though, this fic may be a slash overload. It is most certainly AU.

Now enough with the excuses, on with the show.

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A Relatively Normal Morning

It was eight fifty-five am when Harry Potter shuffled out of his bedroom, down the hallway and stairwell and into the kitchen, looking ruffled. He immediately made for the coffee pot on the far right counter but Ron accosted him before he could make it there.

"You woke me up again," he accused, annoyed, but not angry.

Harry held his hands up defensively. "Don't blame me! It's Draco!"

Ron scowled. "Unlike you, I do not enjoy waking up to a moaning Draco Malfoy."

Harry snorted and tried to edge around Ron to the coffee pot. "No, you'd rather a moaning Blaise Zabini I'd wager."

Ron blushed red and it was distraction enough for Harry to sidle over to the coffee pot and begin pouring a cup. Just as he did, Blaise waltzed into the room, clothed in a pair of silk pajama bottoms and nothing else.

"What's this about me moaning?" he asked, popping open the fridge and pulling out the milk. "If you ask me, Draco does a hell of a lot more moaning than I do."

Harry sipped his coffee, grimaced, and began adding more sugar. "Am I going to be hearing about this all day, or just before noon?"

"Most likely all day," sang Draco, coming up and planting a large wet kiss on Harry's cheek. "Morning, lover!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "How do you always manage to be so cheerful in the mornings, Draco?"

"Probably all the good sex he's getting," commented Blaise and gave Ron a look.

"What'd I do?" grumbled Ron. "You always said you'd curse me if I woke you up earlier than ten."

Harry plopped down in one of the kitchen chairs, setting his coffee mug down on the glossy wooden surface of the table. Draco was instantly occupying his lap. Blaise had just finished pouring a glass of milk and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, as it was his favorite spot. He beckoned to Ron who grudgingly got up and stood between Blaise's legs, his back pressed against the Slytherin man's chest.

Not a minute later Seamus stumbled groggily into the kitchen and fell into the last empty chair.

"Harry, Draco...I love you, mates, but you really aught to start putting up silencing charms."

Draco pouted adorably. "But it ruins to mood," he whined. "You have to get up and get your wand and then perform the spell..."

"You don't keep your wands next to your bed?" asked Blaise from the counter, quirking an eyebrow.

"What for?" asked Harry earnestly, sipping at his coffee.

"Oh, I don't know...lubrication maybe?" offered Seamus sarcastically.

Draco grinned proudly. "We prefer tubed."

General snickering ensued, graduated or not, they were still boys at heart.

"Whose turn is it to make breakfast?" Ron finally asked as his stomach grumbled noisily.

"I thought Dobby was supposed to make us breakfast," Blaise complained with a scrunched up nose.

"We got tired of burnt eggs, and burnt toast and well...burnt everything really. Didn't you notice?" asked Draco curiously.

Blaise's eyes widened. "I knew there was something off about the food! So...who's going to make the breakfast?"

They all glanced around at each other, checking to see who was missing.

"Justin," they said in unison.

"Where is your little huffle-muffin, Shay? You can't honestly tell me he slept through their racket," said Blaise, waving a hand at Harry and Draco.

"We need to make a rule, no shagging before ten am, for the sake of all our sanity," Ron complained.

"You mean for the sake of our insanity," chimed Harry. "Draco will drive us up the wall if he doesn't get his morning shag. It's how he burns all his excess energy."

Draco smacked Harry playfully on the arm and Harry bent over and kissed his neck. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," said Seamus. "Justin could sleep through anything. He probably won't be up until noon unless someone wakes him up."

They all looked at each other.

"Dobby," they called at the same time.

The house elf appeared in an instant looking at the masters of the house expectantly.

"Could you go wake up Justin?" Harry asked him kindly.

"Of course, Harry Potter, sir, Dobby will go do it right away."

Harry smiled as Dobby disappeared. The presence of the house elf in their newly acquired residence had made them all a lot lazier than they had been previous.

The kitchen was already crowded enough when Justin stumbled in and all but fell into Seamus' lap, laying his head on his lovers shoulder and beginning to snore again.

There was a collective sigh.

"I'd really rather he not cook breakfast if he's going to be collapsing head first into the skillet if you don't mind," said Seamus, kissing Justin's forehead. "I like his face the way it is."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, get up, Draco I'm going to make breakfast."

Draco pouted at losing his warm and squishy seat, but allowed Harry to make his way to the stove. He sat in the chair Harry vacated and crossed his legs with a flourish.

As the pots and pans clicked and clanked near the counter, Ron, still wrapped in Blaise's arms, addressed Justin. "How did that job interview at Flourish and Blotts go, Justin?"

What the blond-haired Hufflepuff responded with was warbled gurgling.

"Would you like me to translate?" asked Seamus with a smirk.

"If you don't mind," said Blaise over Ron's shoulder.

"It went horribly, and he's considering never shopping there again."

"Ah, I see," said Ron.

"You know, Draco...If I royally bugger breakfast because you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'm making sure they blame you, and not me." Harry's voice interrupted the conversation and the others turned to see that Draco, who had never been good at sitting still without Harry, was standing behind Harry kissing along his shoulder whilst Harry was attempting to cook a rather large batch of eggs.

"You're no fun," the silvery-blond complained, but returned to his seat obediently.

"Actually, speaking of jobs," Harry continued. "I think perhaps a few more of you should get them. We were late on the water bill again...just be glad I convinced the landlord to give us an extra week. I mean, when we got this apartment, I was under the impression that we would all chip in. Not that Ron, Seamus, and I would be solely responsible for the rent."

"But Haa-rry, I can't get a part-time job! It's...plebeian," complained Draco.

"Yes, you forget our lineage, Mr. Potter," put in Blaise.

Ron snorted. "Your lineage kicked you out the door when they found out who you were spending all your time with. So unless you want to live on the streets, go get a job."

Blaise pressed up against Ron's back. "Now, now...you wouldn't really kick me out, now would you, love?"

Ron swallowed. "Erm..."

The others laughed, at least the others minus Justin, who was still snoring soundly on Seamus' shoulder.

Harry smirked over his shoulder at Ron with a raised eyebrow. "You have some time before breakfast."

Ron grinned. "Thanks, Harry," he said quickly, and pulled a greatly amused Blaise Zabini out of the kitchen by his wrist.

Draco snorted. "Harry! Make me tea!"

"I'm sort of busy here, there's coffee on the counter."

"I don't like coffee."

Just then Justin surprised them all by sitting up straight, looking at Draco. "If I make you tea, will you quit whining?"

Draco pouted, but nodded. Justin rolled his eyes and got to work making the tea...heating the kettle with his wand, as Harry had full control over the stove.

"Harry...are you sure you didn't, I don't know, switch Draco's brain with a two year olds?" asked Seamus, half-seriously.

Harry laughed. "No, he's always been like this...it just takes him awhile to figure out that he can push you around. When he knows he can, that's when it starts."

"I hate it when you talk about me like I'm not here, Harry."

"I think that's why I do it," said Harry, shooting a playful grin at his Slytherin lover.

The banter continued as Harry finished breakfast and Justin finished with the tea, passing the cup to Draco who sipped it like a perfect gentlemen. Justin sucked his teeth and slid into Seamus' lap again, managing to stay awake this time.

Just as Draco was setting the table (it had taken quite a bit of prodding on Harry's part to get him to agree) Ron entered the kitchen looking properly ruffled and he was followed by an extremely smug looking Blaise.

"Somebody had a good time," teased Seamus.

"Bugger off, Shay," snapped Ron, flopping into the closest chair.

And so breakfast at 19 Diagon Alley commenced.

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