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Draco lead his godfather through his new residency hall, both of them carrying boxes.
“I think this is it.” Draco said as they came up to the door. He pulled out the key and unlocked his new dorm, leading Regulus inside.
Regulus hummed, placing the box down. “It’s small.”
Draco scoffed. “It’s a dorm.”
Regulus hummed again, squinting as he looked around. “It looks like your roommate has already been by.” He said, taking in the made bed and the boxes. Draco turned to them.
“Neville Longbottom,” Draco said as he bagne unpacking his own boxes. “We’ve texted a bit, he seems nice.”
Regulus looked at Neville’s things. “Wonder what kind of things he has.”
Draco turned to him. “Don’t go through his things!” He hissed. Regulus picked up a record player that was on the bed, frowning.
“Hmm, I could have sworn James had the same one, with the same stickers.” He muttered.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“I don’t want to hear about you dead boyfriend again, please.” He mumbled.
“Ex boyfriend,” Regulus corrected, still studying the record players “I’m serious, he had the same sticker and everything!”
Draco rolled his eyes and went to scold his godfather.
“Oh! Hi!”
Both Draco and Regulus turned around, and Draco nearly fell over. Harry Potter stood in his door, his tan skin perfect, his goofy glasses perfect, and his smile perfect. Draco hadn’t seen him since they were fourteen years old, since the night Draco had told Regulus he was gay and had a crush on Harry.
“Harry!” Regulus said, putting the record player down. “What are you doing here?” He asked. Harry smiled.
“This is my dorm!” He said, then looked to Draco. “There was a bit of a mix up. Neville was supposed to room with one of his friends, and I had been put with that friend, but Dad got it all taken care of.”
Draco nodded (like an idiot).
“Ha!” Regulus shouted. “I knew that was James’s record player!”
Draco rolled his eyes and Harry stepped closer to Regulus, picking up the record player.
“Pads found it in storage and gave it to me,” Harry explained, his face beaming. “It’s nice to have something of his!”
Regulus hummed. “He did love that thing.” He said, looking at Harry. “Is Sirius and Remus here?”
Harry shook his head. “You just missed them. They left. Teddy is bringing the rest of my things tomorrow.”
Draco raised his eyebrows. “More stuff?” He asked, gesturing to Harry’s many boxes. Harry shifted awkwardly, and Regulus gave Draco a look.
“At least let him get settled in before you start with your attitude.” Regulus huffed. Draco flushed, and Harry held back a laugh. Harry cleared his throat, looking like a was swallowing a laugh.
“Well, I’ve got to meet some friends, so I’ll let you get settled.” He said to Draco. Draco (again) nodded like an idiot.
Regulus hugged Harry before he left. “Tell Sirius to call me,” he said. “It was good seeing you Harry!”
Harry smiled. “You too!”
Then he was gone. Regulus gave him a look. Draco frowned. “What?”
Regulus hummed. “He looks like James.”
Draco frowned. “Is that your way of saying he’s fit?”
Regulus raised his eyebrows. “You think he’s fit?”
Draco’s cheeks heated. “Fuck you!”
•••
Harry saw Ron and his girlfriend, Hermione, sitting at one of the tables in the Broomstick Cafe together, and went to join them. He sat across from Ron.
“You are never going to believe who my dorm mate is,” he said. “Draco freaking Malfoy.”
Ron gasped. “Bloody hell! I thought he lived in Paris!”
Hermione frowned. “Who’s Draco Malfoy?” She asked.
“Someone we knew in high school,” Ron told his girlfriend. “He was only in school for a couple of months, then he went to live with his mom in Paris. Kinda a prat.”
Harry nodded. “My uncle is his godfather, but I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Yeah,” said Ron. “I think the last time we saw him was that one day we went to your house, you had a panic attack-“
“Like I do,”
“And then we watched a movie!”
“Oh yeah! I remember!”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Well, do we hate him?” She asked.
Ron shrugged, Harry shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “He doesn’t seem that bad anymore.”
Hermione hummed, sipping her tea. “How come you never heard from him again?” She asked them.
“His parents got a divorce,” Ron said. “I think his mom got full custody, and she just took off with him to Paris.”
“Yeah, even my Uncle Reg didn’t hear that much from him,” Harry said. Hermione frowned.
“What about his dad?” She asked. Both Harry and Ron shrugged.
“I don’t really know anything about him.” Harry said. Hermione thought for a moment.
“I wonder if it was a case of abuse or something like that.” She said.
Harry tensed at the word. Ron seemed to glance at him, but Harry ignored him. Hermione didn’t know about Harry’s past, no one really did besides the people that had witnessed those months back when Harry was living through the end of it and the aftermath. He remembered all the teachers asking him how he was after Vernon’s trial, all the students at the school giving him looks of pity. The only people that had been normal were Ron and Teddy. Harry knew he could always talk to the two of them when his thoughts got too much, or if his ptsd got the best of him.
“Hey, you wanna go get ice cream after this?” Ron asked, bring Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked at his watch, cringing.
“I should probably get back to my dorm. I’ve still got somethings to unpack.” He said, standing.
He left Ron and Hermione alone, hurting across campus to his residency hall. When he opened the door to the room, he saw Draco, by himself this time, organizing his books on the shelf.
Draco hadn’t changed in looks that much. His still had that white blond hair, and the same chiseled face with high cheek bones. Harry’s sexuality was something he struggled with after his abuse, and he still wasn’t sure exactly what he liked, but even he could admit Draco Malfoy was gorgeous.
Draco looked at Harry over his shoulder as Harry shut the door. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, turned back to his books.
Harry put his bag down on his bed, glancing at Draco, then moving some of his boxes and things off of his bed.
“So,” Harry started, feeling awkward. “What have you been up to since last we saw each other?”
Draco stood, studying the shelf. “Mostly studying.” He answered simply.
Harry nodded. “Cool. You live in Paris, right?”
Draco hummed, moving to the dresser and putting his clothes away. “Yes, with mother,” he said, then turned to Harry. “You live with Sirius and Remus now, right?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, they adopted me when I was sixteen.”
Draco folded his clothes. “Do you still go to your Aunts and Uncles house?”
Harry visibly tensed. “Uhh, no. I still see my cousin sometimes, but I-i don’t…..” he cleared his throat, trying not to get triggered. Even though he had been diagnosed with ptsd back when he was fifteen, he still could get triggered into a flashback even if he just thought about his past too much.
Draco seemed to get the hint, changing the subject. “What’s new with your cousin?” He asked.
“Dudley,” Harry said. “He’s here too, his dorm is actually on the third floor. He’s studying forensic science.” Harry said, knowing Dudley was a safe topic.
After everything happened, him and Dudley met up. Dudley had cried and apologized over and over again, and Harry realized he too had been a victim of Vernon in a different way. Where as Harry had been groomed into being a child pornstar, Dudley had been groomed into being a bully and psychopath. Dudley cut all contact with Vernon, and Petunia also cut contact with Vernon. Harry never really did forgive Petunia. She had been cruel in her own way, and she had known what Vernon had been doing to Harry, yet she never helped, or tried to stop it. The kindest thing she had ever done for Harry was give up custody of him.
“What are you studying?” Draco asked. Harry blinked, trying to get out of his head.
“Physiology and child education,” he said. “I’m hoping to either be a social worker or child therapist.”
Draco looked shocked. “Wow.” Was all he said.
“What about you?” Harry asked. Draco shifted on his feet, then cleared his throat.
“I’m an english major.”
Harry grinned. “That seems right.”
Draco frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Harry shrugged. “You just look like the kind of person that would major in a language you already know.” He said, smiling way too much. Draco huffed.
“Fuck you!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, Draco. I think it’s cool.”
Draco scoffed, turning away to organize more of his things. “Don’t lie!”
“I’m not!”
“You really are a dick, Potter!”
Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing sleep pants and a shirt to change into.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He laughed, taking his shirt off.
“You know what-“
Draco’s voice was cut off, and Harry turned to see what was wrong, only to see Draco looking at him, his face slightly flushed. Draco cleared his throat.
“You’re a dick!”
Harry looked around, confused. “So you’ve said.” He replied, then threw his shirt on.
Draco turned away, grabbing his own pajamas, then marching to the door.
“Don’t touch my stuff,” he muttered, the left the dorm. Harry stared, unsure as to what just happened.