Roommate Wanted

In two days, Draco had moved in and settled down. Harry decided to have a house-warming party so his friends could meet his new roommate. Oh course, they will all think he was crazy, asking a Malfoy to live with him, but...he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

The day of the party, Harry awoke at precisely 12 noon, having been at Lumos til 4am the previous night. He groaned and rolled out of bed, then stumbled to the kitchen in search of a Hangover Potion. He looked around the quiet and empty house. It seemed Draco liked to sleep late on weekends.

Harry went into the living room and turned on the TV. After channel-surfing for an hour, Draco tumbled out of his bedroom, clad in only a pair of striped boxer shorts.

"Argh!!" Draco yelled out when the light from outside hit his eyes.

Harry covered up his laugh with a coughing fit, and then summoned a bottle of Hangover Potion from the kitchen and threw it to Draco, who caught it and downed the contents in one gulp.

"Ah...Thanks, Harry," he said, and threw himself down on the couch.

Harry didn't know whether to be more surprised that Draco had called him by his name, or by the fact that his new roommate had a delicious body...

"Out late last night?" Harry asked, forcing his eyes away from that perfect chest.

"Yeah. I tried out this new club in Knockturn Alley," Draco replied.

"Oh? How was it?"

"Eh, not so good. The bartender, who by the way I think was a vampire, charged me 10 galleons for what tasted like a glass full of tar. The music was sooo medieval, and I think I saw Rita Skeeter and Snape making out in the men's room."

"Ugh, I did not need that image."

"Ha, sorry. Hey, isn't the party tonight? Don't you have to cook, get ready or something? It's already 1.30," Draco commented.

"No way. My parties are totally last minute. I go to the liquor shop across the road at 8pm and buy drinks and about ten bags of chips, then I come back, put them on the table, put on my party playlist, turn my speakers up to full volume and put a un-breakable charm on all my fragile stuff," Harry laughed, "and people start turning up at around 9.30."

"Well, how about we do things a little differently tonight?" Draco asked.

"Like how?"

"Well, you take care of the music, and leave the rest to me."

At 9pm that night, Harry stood in the middle of his apartment and gazed around in awe. Draco had made good his promise, and it sure was different. The chairs had been Vanished, and the glass dining table was pushed up against one of the huge windows, which showed off an amazing view of London at night. Laid out on the table was an assortment of finger food on huge platters - about ten varieties of sushi, canapés, mini quiches, crab cakes, Vietnamese spring rolls and some fancy crackers accompanied by homemade dip. Draco had conjured up a mini bar, where everything needed to mix cocktails were set out, along with a hundred different glasses, lined up in neat rows. A large icebox stood near the kitchen, filled with cans and bottles of wine and beer. The lights had been dimmed, and on the balcony were a number of lit candles. Draco had also set out some ashtrays outside, Harry noted with a grin.

Draco emerged from his bedroom, where he had holed himself in for the past two hours.

"So, what do you think?" Draco asked, and waved his arm around.

"It's....great," Harry said, shaking his head. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"It was nothing. Oh, I've put the charm on your fragile stuff, too."

"Thanks. So, all we need now is the music," Harry said, and waved his wand towards his speaker system.

A loud rock song with a thudding bass pumped through the house, and Draco turned to Harry.

"You neighbours don't mind this going til 3am?"

"There's a silencing charm around the apartment," Harry said.

"Ahh, clever."

Harry glanced sideways at Draco, who looked better than ever tonight. He had changed into slim black jeans and a thin, slightly see-through white T-shirt, which was tight enough to show off his well-defined chest, but not tight enough to look like it had shrunk in the wash. His hair was mussed up as usual, in a sexy just-fell-out-of-bed way.

Harry himself was wearing his usual party clothes - his most flattering dark blue jeans and an old T-shirt, tonight it was a faded orange one with the Chudley Cannons logo, a Christmas present from Ron from about five years ago.

The front door flung open and Hermione and Dean made their way in. Harry and Draco walked over to greet their first guests.

"Hi Harry! Happy house-warming!" Hermione said and bounded over to give Harry a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy house-warming, mate," Dean said, giving Harry a hug and handing over a wrapped present.

Hermione and Dean both greeted Draco warmly.

Draco replied with a shocked, "Wow, Hermione, you look..."

"Look what? Are you checking out my girlfriend?" Dean demanded.

"No! I'm just complimenting her outfit. Last season Versace, spring/summer collection, am I right?" Draco asked.

"Um, yes. Wow, you're good," Hermione replied, looking confused. She glanced down at her outfit, which was a short, sequinned yellow dress. Her hair was done up in a high, messy bun and she had on her favourite, six-inch heels.

Draco was impressed by how good she looked. She seemed to have lightened up and changed a lot since Hogwarts, and also dropped the whole 'know-it-all, smart-ass' scene she had happening in school.

Hermione and Dean looked past their hosts and spotted the food.

"Holy shit! Check out the food!" Dean howled. He moved to the table and dropped two pieces of sushi in his mouth.

"God, Dean, save some for the rest," Harry scolded.

"Ohhhh, god, this is sooo good. Draco, did you make this?" Dean asked, his mouth full.

"Yeah, I did. Glad you like it," Draco answered, walking towards the table.

Hermione and Harry both let their eyes travel down to check out Draco's behind as he walked away, then turned to each other.

"Oh my god, Mione! You have a boyfriend!" Harry whispered.

"Um, what about you? That is your sworn enemy you were checking out!" Hermione hissed back.

"Well, not anymore! Now he's just my roommate!"

They stared at each other, eyes narrowed, and then Hermione stalked off towards the mini bar.

"Ohhh! Cocktails! Yum," Hermione said, "Do you mix them, Draco?"

"Yeah, would you like one?" Draco asked.

Harry and Dean chatted while Draco mixed Hermione a cocktail. After a minute she waltzed over, holding a glass filled with a pretty blue-purple liquid. She took a sip from it and sighed.

"Oh, this is so good!" Hermione said, "One of Draco's specialities. It's called Paris Sky. Isn't that gorgeous?"

"Oooh, gimme!" Dean yelled and grabbed the glass from Hermione, tasting it.

Harry looked over at Draco, who grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

Everyone had arrived by 10pm. Harry's usual crowd consisted of colleagues and old schoolmates, including Ron, Luna, Ginny, Fred, George, Seamus and Neville. The party was a huge success, by far one of the best Harry had thrown. Draco had won over most of Harry's friends, mostly with his fantastic finger-food, which was replenished every half-hour, and his cocktails. The only person who didn't take to Draco at first was Ginny, but Draco soon won her over with a never-ending supply of one of his cocktails, aptly named Love Me.

By the time the sun was about to rise, Harry, who was too drunk to know better, had just finished dancing topless on his kitchen counter, and had collapsed on his bed with an unopened can of beer in his hand.