Draco took a deep breath and shook it. "Okay."
                              
Harry smiled, and the crowd started muttering in disgust and astonishment.
                              
"Enough! Excellent progress, both of you. Does anyone else want to volunteer?"
                              
"Professor," Granger called out, as Harry returned to where his friends were. "I think that Susan and I would like to share a room."
                              
"Very well."
                              
Some of the girls were more willing to cross and pick their friends from other houses. Padma choose Hannah Abbott. But the guys, not so much, until Neville strode forward, emboldened by the Savior and called, "Zabini."
                              
Blaise raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Sure.
                              
The rest were strangely quiet after that and took the roll of the dice. Weasley wound up with Theo, Smith with Greg, Pansy with Fay, Daphne with Parvati, Tracey with Lavender and Millicent with one of the Ravenclaw females. Thomas went with Corner and the Irish kid was with Ernie. Draco didn't really watch the others. The headmistress told them that their trunks were already in the room and sent them to bed.
                              
Draco followed Potter up the stairs to their room. Their names were already on the door, too. Potter opened it, and they walked inside. Potter locked it, magically, then plopped on his bed, face-up.
                              
"Why?" Draco spat.
                              
Potter didn't sit up. "I have my reasons. The main one being that everyone was looking at you like you were chopped liver."
                              
"Feeling altruistic?"
                              
"Umm... sure? I guess. But you agreed, didn't you?"
                              
"As you so kindly dressed it up, I'm a dead man walking. But you saved my life in the middle of the battle. I doubt you'll kill me, now."
                              
"Yeah, that would be kinda strange," Potter laughed, without a care in the world.
                              
"Potter... we shouldn't do this," he sighed, and the prat finally sat up.
                              
"I highly doubt the headmistress will let us switch. You're just going to have to get used to me."
                              
"Great. So I'm guessing you're a slob, and you piss on the toilet seat?"
                              
"Hey! I'm not a complete asshole..." Potter scoffed and mumbled, "...unlike some people."
                              
"I heard that. I think we should lay down some ground rules."
                              
"Rules?" Potter snorted.
                              
"Alright, requests. My only one is... just don't come into the loo when I'm in there, okay?"
                              
"Yeah... yeah... I won't interrupt your wanking time."
                              
Draco paled and then went red. "No... I just...."
                              
"You don't have to explain. I lived with Seamus, so if you're actually going to use the loo, I'll consider it a win."
                              
"I just want some privacy, alright?" he snapped.
                              
"Yeah. But that's it for rules?"
                              
"Well, I didn't feel the need to say things like "don't have sex on my bed" and "don't steal my clothes" but I would think that is just common decency," he drawled.
                              
Harry laughed. "Noted. But if I need some Slytherin robes... I'm just saying...."
                              
"Shut up."
                              
"Also, if I do find a guy I want to have sex with, we are definitely having sex on your bed."
                              
Draco glared, and then it registered. "A guy?"
                              
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Gin and I tried it out, but... I like guys."