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The Last Requirement	By : KawaiiHimeCeres Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: The Movie/Books Harry Potter and all characters in aforementioned Movie/Books belong to J. K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot. I do not make any money off this fanfiction. I write for pleasure not for profit.

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Author Note: This chapter with the exception of swearing is clean. I clicked content codes that will apply as the story progresses.

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Ron had been searching for Harry the better part of the morning and well into the late afternoon before he had finally overheard a couple of girls gossiping about Harry having been caught by Professor Mcgonagall sometime mid-morning after missing curfew the previous evening. Further eavesdropping got him the information that Harry was up in his room packing because their Head of House had him expelled. That last bit of news was shocking and filled him with disbelief because, quite frankly, after everything that himself, Hermione, and Harry had gotten into, they had yet to be expelled—something as simple as missing curfew seemed trifle compared to it all.

Ron's heart sank the moment he entered the room they shared and saw that Harry was indeed packing his things. There had to be a logical explanation to this! He refused to believe that gaggling group of girls—what did girls know anyways? Well, Hermione was a different case all together; he had no choice but to support her because she was, after all, his girlfriend. "Harry," Ron closed the door behind him, he wanted to keep this private just in case what he had heard had an ounce of truth to it. "You haven't been expelled have you?" He held his breath, bracing himself for the worst news possible.

"Expelled?" Harry repeated the word as if he was some trained, caged-up parrot. He looked down at the trunk that was half packed; he had half-heartily been at packing for an hour. "No," he said moodily. He personally would have much rather been expelled than have been forced into 'shacking up' with Malfoy.

"Thank Merlin!" Ron expelled the breath he had been holding; relief was evident on his face. He used the door for support and made himself comfortable where he stood. "So then why are you packing?" If Harry said that he had to change rooms because they got into trouble he could deal with that- he would at least see his best mate. He just hoped though that Harry was just having a moment where he felt like living out of his trunk—or something else crazy along those lines.

"I fucked up Ron!" Harry put his elbows on his knees and used his hands to support his head. He purposely avoided looking towards his best mate. He was not ready to tell Ron that he was married to Malfoy.

Ron braced himself. Whatever was going to come out of Harry's mouth next could not be good. He knew his friend to go off half-cocked and come up with some crazy stories but everything was always manageable.

"You know that I went to the Room of Requirements last night to get smashed. I hooked up with someone and performed a bloody bonding spell. We were on our way to get Hermione to help us out when we both got caught by Mcgonagall and Snape!"

"Bloody hell Harry!" Ron came to sit next to his friend and patted him on the back. Chances of reversing a bonding were slim to none and, more often than not, when 'successful' there were severe consequences. "Who?"

"They are making us share a room and I don't even like this person!" Harry growled as he flopped back on the bed, and propped himself up with his elbows. "Y'all got yourselves into this mess, you can get yourselves out of it," he mimicked Professor Mcgonagall's voice as he rolled his eyes.

"Same house?" Ron asked hopefully, inconspicuously crossing his fingers. Dozens of questions ran through his mind. If not of the same house, how would they share a room? How would he visit his friend?

"Slytherin," Harry moaned, "I'm married to a fucking Slytherin," he caught himself before giving away the gender. He hoped that Ron would not guess that Draco was the person he had ended up married to. He really did not want to tell his friend. He really did not want to tell Hermione but he had no choice because she was his only hope.

Ron about swallowed his tongue as he bit back a comment. It was apparent that Harry was having a hard enough time with this and he had yet to even say whom he was married to. "Where will you be staying?"

"Teachers' bedrooms are often adjacent to their classroom, the door is concealed." Harry was revealing information that he had just learned himself today. He trusted Ron would not reveal that tidbit to other students. “We'll be staying in one of the bedrooms that are not occupied."

"And, students will be none the wiser about this because all they will know is that you are going into an empty classroom. Kind of clever," Ron smirked. "Will Hermione and I be able to visit you?" He asked on a more serious note.

"Yeah," Harry sighed. It was then that he realized how quickly Ron was going to find out whom he was married too. Knowing that he was married to the enemy, he could hardly wait. Sure he and Draco were on even ground, however; it did not make up for all the time the other had dogged them in previous school years. "I'll show you later how. I want to get settled first-" and with that said silence fell between the two good friends.

"What about my sister?" Ron finally asked after the silence became nerve-racking. It had taken him a lot to get use to the idea of Harry and his sister not only snogging, but also dating. Now that he had finally come to terms with it, it was over between them—just like that. He hated to see his sister heartbroken.

"She knew I needed space so we never officially hooked back up," Harry said simply. "We have remained good friends." He wondered if their friendship could withstand this. He closed his trunk a little harder than he intended. Ginny was the first person he truly loved—Cho was just a simple crush. This was not only going to hurt her but himself in the long run. He could already feel his heart breaking.

"Perhaps she can find herself a nice bloke and get over you quickly," Ron paused before hastily adding, "No offense mate. Just don't want to see her brokenhearted for long, you know?" He gave Harry a semi-pleading look that begged for his best friend to understand.

Harry simply nodded his head and let silence fall between them once more.

Even after all of this time, Harry was still amazed at how easily things could be orchestrated to where only the need to know knew. It was as if he and his trunk of things had never left the room, or his house area. 'Sneaking' into the empty classroom was a piece of cake.

"Potter-"

"Malfoy-"

"I still cannot fucking believe Professor Snape agreed to this ludicrous idea," Draco grumbled as he flicked his wand. The classroom door locked. This was one step of several that had to be taken to get their shared room.

Harry made a motion with his hand and the thick, dust covered bookshelf on the far right wall moved to the left revealing a door. "It will teach you a lesson," he mimicked Professor Mcgonagall's voice.

Draco watched as Harry, without the aid of his wand, moved the bookshelf aside. Both were on equal footing when it came to wordless spell casting, but wandless—he thought neither could do that. He chalked it up to luck. After using Alohomora he opened the door. "Well isn't this quaint," he ran his finger over the dust covered desk at the front of the room. The entire room held no attractiveness to it with its dull coloring, dust covered furniture, dirty windows, and unlit fireplace.

"Guess the House Elves don't venture into unused rooms," Harry chuckled. In less than five minutes with a few well-placed Scourgify spells, the place did not look half-bad. As he glanced out the window as he sat down on the four-poster bed.

Potter was using wandless magic again! He inwardly growled before muttering, "show off."

"Did you say something?"

Draco shook his head. He would confront Potter later on his capabilities of wandless magic—only if it continued. "They best start to make routine visits or else you'll be the bitch in this relationship and be the one to clean up after us." Reality was that Malfoy had never learned that spell—he had never had a reason to because of everything done for him. He pointed his wand at the fireplace, "Incendio."

Harry looked over at Draco and rolled his eyes, "Let that happen and it will be just my side of the room that will be clean." He could not believe how spoiled and childish Malfoy was being and they had not even been in the room fifteen minutes.

"Sides!" Draco exclaimed as he motioned to the room at large. "In case you haven't noticed there is only one bed."

"If you were a girl you'd be a drama queen," Harry smirked. "Seriously, you're a wizard. Use that wand for something more than a good time." He stood up and transfigured the four-poster bed into bunk beds. "Happy?"

'I'd be happier if you would stop showing off,' Draco thought to himself as he watched Potter do wandless magic once more. "Only if I get top," he grumbled. He did not like the fact that Potter was showing him up. It was not just once or twice, and it was starting to get on his nerves. "And, that's just gross. Nothing is going up my ass. My wand isn't going to be used as some toy!"

"I don't care Malfoy as long as I've got a place to sleep and covers to keep me warm." Harry kicked his trunk to the corner of the room. This was seriously no worse than growing up with his relatives and his room being the cupboard under the stairs. He was not about to further touch the subject of Malfoy's wand being some sex toy.

Draco, for some reason, decided not to touch that one. Any other day he probably would have shot a closet joke at him, but not today. "Let's get unpacked before we miss dinner," he said, knowing they had both missed breakfast due to sleeping in and lunch due to a long scolding.
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