Six of One

Friday came way too slowly, in Cedric's opinion. He spent the morning at the spa with Ginny getting a facial and manicure, followed by a shopping trip.

Two hours before his date, he rushed out of his room, into the living room where Ginny and Draco were listening to a Quidditch match on the wireless.

"DID YOU TAKE MY PINK SHIRT?" he screamed in Draco's face.

"I don't wear pink; it goes horribly with my complexion," Draco replied calmly as he wiped spit off his cheek.

"Maybe Pansy knows, I think it was her turn to do the laundry last week," Ginny said.

Cedric sprinted out the door, before executing a perfect turn and ran back in.

"She's at the Three Broomsticks," Ginny said.

"Thanks!" Cedric yelled before running out a second time, thanking God for the fact that their apartment building was just right next door to the Diagon Alley branch of the Three Broomsticks.

After two hours of showering, scrubbing, exfoliating, shaving and primping, Cedric was still not ready. A knock was heard at the door.

"Oh God, is that him already? I'll be out in two minutes! Keep him entertained!" Cedric said, emerging from the bathroom while brushing his teeth, before running back in.

Draco and Ginny looked at each other.

"Go open the door," Ginny said.

"No. You go," Draco replied.

"You go."

"You go."

Meanwhile, Pierre stood outside the door, wondering if he came to the wrong apartment.

"Fine. Scissors, paper, rock. Loser goes." Ginny turned towards him.

"Ok. Scissors, paper, rock."

Draco played rock, Ginny played paper.

"Hah! I win! Go open the door," Ginny said.

"What? Rock beats paper! Rematch!" Draco demanded.

"OH MY GOD, JUST GO OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY!" Ginny screamed.

"Okay, okay...why do people keep spitting in my eyes?"

Draco opened the door to reveal an extremely handsome man.

"Oh! I'm sorry; I seemed to have come to the wrong apartment," Pierre said in a sexy French accent.

"No, no, you're at the right one. Come in, Cedric's just getting ready," Draco said.

Ginny took in the sight of Pierre and sat up straight on the couch. Draco smirked as he noticed.

"You do know he's gay," Draco muttered in her ear as he sat down next to her.

She shot him a killer look.

"Hi! I'm Ginny, Cedric's roommate," she said, motioning for Pierre to sit down.

He barely seemed to have heard her.

"And you are?" Pierre asked, turning to Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, one of Cedric's other roommates," he replied, extending a hand to Pierre.

"How many roommates does Cedric have?" Pierre asked, an adorable confused expression settling on his face.

"Five. There are also Luna, Oliver and Pansy," Ginny butted into their conversation.

Finally, Cedric was ready. Wearing his pink shirt, which he finally found when Luna admitted to taking it, he sauntered over to Pierre and slipped his arm through his.

"Oh, you've met my roommates," he said, as if it was the biggest surprise in the world.

Draco rolled his eyes and led Cedric and Pierre to the door.

"Bye-bye, you two," he said, pushing them out and closing the door.

He turned to Ginny.

"Come on; let's meet the others at the Broomsticks. I need a Firewhisky."

"Why the need for hard liquor?" she laughed.
"Your brothers drove me mad at work today. We had a board meeting with potential investors and Fred and George decided to release a boxful of Pygmy Puffs in the meeting room," Draco grumbled as they exited the apartment and headed for the elevator. "I'm thinking of quitting my job."

"Oh, come on. You know you love it," Ginny replied.

He smiled. He really did enjoy his job as the Head of Marketing in Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, which had grown into a large global company. Of course, the best perk of the job was his enormous pay check. Oh, and the rather attractive blonde receptionist.