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Summary: What do you get when you put the Golden Trio, Two Dynamic Duos and Two Lone Rangers into one house? The Real World, Harry Potter style, of course.
The Real World: Harry Potter Style
Chapter Two: The Roommates
Ginny and Colin jerked to a stopping point in front of the address given in the Owl. "Colin I really think you should get an Automatic. You can not drive a stick."
"Are you calling me gay?"
Ginny smacked him on the arm playfully, "Hush up." She opened her door and got out of the car, "I hope we're the first one's here." She looked over at her best friend and grinned. At once they both ran to the two oak doors.
"I was the first one ever to touch it!" Colin grabbed the door handle and turned it.
Ginny and Colin both let out and audible gasp. "This is beautiful." Ginny said as she kicked her trainers off and walked around. She walked to her left and slid along the tile. The first room she walked into was, what she guessed to be, the living room.
It was that of a cream color, filled with yellow furniture. There was a fur rug in the middle of the floor surrounded by three sofas. Also in the room was a fire place, a small, round mahogany table and upon the walls were silver mirrors.
"Hey Gin! Let's hurry and pick rooms before anyone else!" Ginny turned around and smirked at Colin.
"I knew there was a reason for us to be friends!" Colin grinned as they both took off up the spiral stair case.
"Second floor or third?"
"Um…Third!" They passed the landing for the second floor and continued up.
The first thing Ginny saw when she stepped of the staircase was a game room, "Yes!" She nearly skipped all the way down the hall. The first two rooms she looked at were a no, not a red room and not a yellow room.
She opened the door to the third room and instantly thought, 'This is it!'
"Colin! I found my room! Any luck with yours?"
"Gin, you don't have to yell I've been right behind you this entire time."
"Oh…sorry! Let's find your room!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall. "What color room do you prefer? Blue? White? Or pink?"
Colin ignored the last color and answered her, "It doesn't matter. Whatever is behind this next door is what I'm taking." He opened the door and grinned. "I'm lucky."
In the center of the room was a four poster bed with off white, designed drapes. Across from the bed was a fired place and rectangle mirror with lights on it. "You even get a bathroom." Ginny complained.
"Maybe it's the master bedroom," Colin shrugged.
"I don't think you would be able to tell which room is the master bedroom."
"How about we go look through all the other rooms before anyone else gets here?"
Ginny grinned again, "I knew we were friends for a reason! Gods, I love you!"
They ran to the second floor and opened every door, going through the pinks, purples, greens, sliver, and blues. After they went to the car and brought their things in the went to explore the kitchen.
"I've never seen a refrigerator this full in my entire life!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Erm yeah, probably because you eat everything."
"Saying I'm fat?" She glared at him.
"Oh but of cour-" Colin was cut off by the shouting of a female voice…a familiar female voice.
"Hello! Is anyone here!?"
They ran to the front door and saw a blonde woman before them wearing black shades. She had on a skimpy tan shirt and pink top, "Oh are you the maid and servant?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "That's nice; take these two bags up to my room." She pushed her shades up into her hair.
Ginny and Colin looked at each other and then back at the woman standing in front of them, "Excuse me, Parkinson, I'm not the maid, nor is he the servant. Take your bags up to your own damn room!"
"Weasley?" Pansy smirked, "Well, well, well. I knew you and this Mudblood would always end up dating." She sighed, "So I have to live with the two of you for the next six months?"
"Shit…" Colin crossed his arms in front of his chest, "We're not dating! Oh no Gin, now we have a pet dog to take care of."
"A pug, maybe?" Ginny and Colin started laughing.
"I find none of that funny!" Pansy glared at them, picked up her bags and stomped up the stairs.
"5, 4, 3, 2," Colin turned his head to see Pansy fall down the stairs, "Maybe you should have asked for help…And I'm willing to bet that you have about six more bags with you?"
"They're outside the door. Grab them." Colin raised an eyebrow, "Please." He smiled and nodded, "Mudblood." She said under her breath.
Pansy picked a pink room on the second floor, "At least she's away from us." Ginny told Colin who was looking at Pansy's arse as she walked into her room. "Colin!"
"What? Oh yeah sure, next Tuesday!"
Ginny slapped him on the back of the head, "What in the bloody hell did you do that for!?"
"You weren't listening to me," Ginny shoved him and continued back down the stairs, "You know what…we don't even have keys!"
Colin shook his head, "They're in the night stand drawers you idiot." Ginny punched him on the arm, "We have an abusive friendship! With you doing the abusing."
Just then the doorbell rang and they ran back down the stairs to answer it, "Hello welcome to casa de-" Ginny stopped when she saw who was at the door, "Oh…hello Ron."
"Gin, what are you doing here?"
"I entered in this contest…I'm guessing you all did too." She smiled at Harry and Hermione. "Well, come on in." Ginny stepped back and let everyone into the house, leaving the door open.
They stepped into the house but Ron stopped in front of Ginny, "Now wait just a minute! You volunteered to go into a house with eight people you don't even know!"
"Seven…" Ginny jerked her head in Colin's direction.
"Hullo!" Colin beamed at them all.
"Hi Creevy," Ron turned his attention back to Ginny, "You shouldn't be here. I'm telling Mum!"
"Ron…you did it too! But now, there are only three people I don't know."
Ron did a head check, "You mean four?"
"No…the dog is up stairs…probably putting on make-up or something."
"The dog…" Ron thought about it, then remembered back into his sixth year when they assigned the Slytherin's nicknames, "Parkinson is here!?"
Ginny nodded, "She thought Colin and I were the maid and servant, can you believe that?"
"Who would blame her; after all…you are a Weasley."
All heads turned to see Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini make their way up the steps. "Malfoy!?" Everyone shouted.
"Oh…just pretend I'm not even here." Blaise said rocking back and forth, looking around the house.
"Shut up, Zabini."
The heard stomping up stairs then, "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!" Followed by thuds coming down the steps and then they all saw Pansy Parkinson standing before them.
"Drakie!"
Draco's eyes widened, "Bullocks! I thought I could get away from you!"
"What?" Pansy asked, nursing her hurt foot, while standing.
"Uck, Parkinson pull your skirt down. Unwanted things are being seen."
Pansy looked down to see her skirt hitched up really high. She blushed and slowly put her foot on the floor and straightened out her skirt.
"Wait a minute! I can not live in the same house hold as Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson!"
"What did I ever do to you?" Blaise inquired.
Ron thought about it, "Well…nothing…but you were in Slytherin either way!"
Zabini rolled his eyes and looked at Draco, "Maybe we should just find our rooms."
"Not until we pick ours first!" Ron shouted.
"Ron, you're being childish." Hermione said from behind him.
He turned around to look at her, "Well I would prefer having a better room than Malfoy, if you don't mind. Now, I'm going to go pick my room and-" He turned back around, but it was too late. Blaise and Draco had already left up the stairs. Ron turned around and glared at Hermione, "Thank you Hermione, now I might have to put up with a room next to Parkinson or even worse…the mysterious eighth person…"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ron just go choose your room!" She turned him around and gave him a nudge up stairs.
A little while later everyone had chosen rooms. Everyone happy and by their friends, but still…no sign of the eighth person.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Colin were sitting in the living room, "These are going to be the longest six months of my life," Ron grumbled, "With a Ferret, A magician and a dog."
"Maybe you should try to look past school grudges," Came a small voice from the front door.
Everyone turned around to see who was in the house, "That door is too quiet…"
"Loony!" Ron shouted looking shocked, "Now this has become a mental institution."
"Ron!" Ginny glared at him, "I don't talk about your friends that way, so I would appreciate if you treat my friends with respect!"
Ron chose to ignore her, "I bet you're the one who organized this whole thing, aren't you?"
Luna shook her head, "No, Ginny told me."
"Gin, you said you didn't know three people."
"Well! How was I supposed to know she got in?"
Harry chose this time to speak, "Who's making dinner?"
"The fridge is loaded."
"Hermione! Would you make some Spaghetti?" Ron pouted.
"You yell at me and blame me for things you know I didn't do. Then ask me to cook dinner for you?"
"Fine! Harry, ask Hermione to cook dinner?"
"Um…I could cook dinner…that is if you all don't mind…I know some really good recipes." Once again everyone look at Luna in shock, her voice was so small!
Ginny stood up off the couch, "Luna, you've known us for four years. You don't need to be nervous around us."
"I know I just…" Luna's voice trailed off, "Forget it…I'll tell you later." Ginny looked at her, concerned, and nodded.
Pansy trotted to the living room and asked, "Who's making dinner?"
"That's what we were just deciding." Ginny told her.
"That's great because Draco, Blaise and I don't want to cook."
"Don't want to? Or don't know how?" Ginny questioned.
"It's none of your business, Weasley!" Pansy turned around and walked back into the Family room.
"They don't know how to cook!?" Ron began laughing.
"Neither do you…" Hermione stated.
"Yes I do!"
"Ron, biscuits don't count!"
"Fine, I'll make dinner tonight."
Hermione's eyes widened, "No! I'll do that…I actually want to eat something, edible."
Ron grinned, "I thought you'd see it my way."
Hermione rolled her brown eyes and walked into the kitchen, "Let's just hope we have the right materials."
"I think there is a little of everything in there." Colin said following her. "Would you like some help?"
"Sure, if you want to." She looked through the cabinets and pulled out angel hair spaghetti, tomato sauce, spices and a mixing spoon. "Find a pot and put water in it. Set it on the stove and turn the eye to Medium."
Colin did as he was told and turned the eye on. About half and hour later everyone sat down in the dining room for dinner.
Draco put a small amount of spaghetti on his plate and looked at it, carefully. "What are you doing?" Blaise asked.
"I'm making sure it's not contaminated! The Mudblood made it."
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Can't you get over that shit? It's been what? Five years since we were at Hogwarts."
Draco chose to ignore him as he put more spaghetti on his plate. He put a spoonful of sauce on it and began to eat. "This is actually pretty good."
Blaise nodded, "Do you like the sauce?" Draco, in turn, nodded his head, "Granger double dipped with the spoon." Draco stopped chewing as Blaise let out a hearty laugh, "I'm kidding!"
Draco glared at his friend and punched him in the arm, "It wasn't funny."
"I said I was joking! It wasn't Granger, it was Potter." Draco pushed his plate away as Blaise stood up and moved over a seat.
Ginny looked down at the two, "That's odd."
"What is?" Luna asked from her left.
"Malfoy and Zabini, they're like normal people." Ginny said looked down as Draco reached to punch Zabini but missed.
"What?"
Ginny turned to face Luna, "I mean…normal people like us. Having a good time with their friends."
"Sounds to me like someone's got a crush."
"I do not!"
"Do too." Colin piped in, "What do you have?"
"Colin, the world would be a much better place of you mined your own business."
"But you're my best friend." Colin cooed, "Your business is my business."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she bit into a roll. She began to chew but stopped and looked around, "What wrong Gin?"
"I didn't know rolls were supposed to crunch."
"I didn't either." Luna said taking a small bite, Ginny and Luna both turned to Colin because he helped cook the food.
"Well you see. I started cooking them and then I told Hermione to watch them for me and she didn't…and she burned them."
"Hermione did what!?" Hermione was sitting across from him and one person to the right.
"Uh…Hermione made delicious spaghetti."
"I did not burn the rolls. You were supposed to be watching them the entire time but you were too busy staring at Pansy's boobs!"
Pansy smiled and turned her attention to the Gryffindor's and the Ravenclaw, "Who was looking at my boobs?" Colin looked up at her blushing, hoping she didn't notice.
"Colin." Hermione told her.
"Creevy!? You were looking at my boobs?"
"No! Why would I look at your boobs? You don't have any, bitches don't have boobs." Colin said, referring to dogs.
"Believe me, I've seen and Pansy, you don't have anything special. Those boobs may be on you, but they're not yours."
"I paid for them!"
Colin smiled and looked over to Draco, "Thanks, Malfoy."
Draco arched an eyebrow, "You seem to be developing bigger boobs than Pansy's store bought one's. I'd probably lay off the junk food for a month, Creevy." Draco shot at Colin, even though he was far from fat.
"Stop!" Ron shouted, "I would prefer not talking about…female accessories while eating dinner!"
"It's okay Weasley. We all know you have boobs too."
Ginny stood up, "Yeah I do." She put her hands on her hips, "The name, 'Weasley,' doesn't exactly work when there are two in the same house hold."
"Was I looking at you?" Draco said, annoying her.
Hermione sighed, "Everyone just stop! Either eat or get out of here."
"I'm not going to be bossed around by you, Mudblood."
"Malfoy, get over it! The wars over, bloody Death Eaters can't do anything now!"
"Want to bet?" Draco tested her.
Hermione stopped talking and looked to Harry and Ron.
"Draco, let's go." Blaise stood up from the table, "Thanks for dinner Granger." Hermione nodded while staring off into space.
"Well that just ruined my day." Ron pushed his chair back and stood up, "I'm going to bed, Harry, Hermione, you two coming?"
"I knew you guys always had threesomes!" Pansy shouted from her seat.
"Um, Parkinson…When Malfoy and Zabini leaves…that's your cue to go too!"
"Shut up, Weasel!" Pansy glared at Ginny and left the dining room.
Everyone ended up going to their room for some reason or other. Ginny walked into Colin's room after she put on her Pajama's. "Colin?"
"Yeah Gin."
"Hey…" She walked in and sat next to him on his bed.
"What's wrong?"
"Um…nothing really it's just that…It's going to be weird not sleeping in my own bed."
"You big baby." Colin grinned and moved over in his bed, "You can sleep here tonight."
"Thanks but…if I don't get used to it now, I won't ever be able to." She kissed him on the cheek, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, love."
Ginny walked back into her bed room and went to sleep for as long as she could. In the middle of the night she woke up and went downstairs for a snack. She turned the corner into the kitchen, "Holy shit Malfoy! I do not need to see this! Now I'm going to have"
Draco turned around and smirked, "I'm dead sexy aren't I?"
~*~
Hermione, Harry and Ron all went up the stairs, "Herm, are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Yeah…after the same thing for six years, you would think something would change."
Ron sighed, "Not when it comes to Malfoy."
"I know…he's just so…mean."
Harry put an arm around her and let her lean onto him, "Don't think about it. He'll have to come around after six months of actually living with us."
Hermione nodded, "Yeah…I guess your right…Zabini's not to bad though…he never said anything rude."
"Hey, Malfoy actually liked your food, didn't you hear him?" She nodded and looked up at Harry.
Ron grinned, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Depends…are you thinking of eating?" Ron shook his head, "Then no."
Ron sighed, "Forget it…I'm going to bed, you two stay in here and snog, or whatever it is that you do after I'm gone."
"You prat" Hermione shouted as he left her room.
~*~
Draco and Blaise walked up the stairs, "Do you believe that wench, standing up to me like that?"
"Who? Granger?"
"No! The little Weasel."
"Malfoy, you idiot, get over yourself and be nice! We have to live with them for six months."
"I'm not going to be nice! It's just not a part of my nature. Malfoy's are sarcastic, rude and good at potions."
"At least try to be civil, I am."
Draco pushed his friend, "Maybe so, but you're an idiot."
"We have an abusive friendship!" Blaise said, not knowing that he was quoting Creevy.
"Shut up and go to your room. Here comes Pansy!"
"Yes, father." Blaise joked as Draco shoved him towards his own door, "Damn you, Malfoy!"
Draco stayed up doing spells on his room to search for any sign of camera's or some type of device to watch him. They all came up blank though. He looked at a clock on his nightstand; it was 12:30, "Might as well get something to eat." He opened his door and walked down the stairs. When he got into the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and pulled out an apple.
"Holy shit Malfoy! I do not need to see this! Thanks a lot Malfoy, now I'm going to have night mares."
Draco turned around and smirked at the youngest Weasley, "I'm dead sexy aren't I? I bet I have the best body you've ever seen."
"Compared to Crabbe and Goyle, yes. But compared to Oliver Wood, I'd say you were a one." Ginny said as she watched him take a bite out of his apple. She stared intently as juice slid down the corner of his mouth and his tongue slowly slid out to catch it.
"Close your mouth, Weasley."
Ginny shut her mouth, not knowing it was open, "Move out of my way." She saw a banana on the counter and picked it up. She turned around and smirked at him as she slowly pulled the peels off. She put the tip of it between her slightly opened lips and pushed it in a little.
Draco felt his body instantly reacting to her actions, "You must be pretty dense if you think that's working."
"What's working? I'm just eating, Malfoy." Ginny slowly bit down into the banana as Malfoy's gaze shifted from her eyes, to her lips and to the banana. "Though judging by this." She whispered, her voice dangerously quiet. Her hand patted his arousal, "I'd say I'm doing something right. 'Night Malfoy." She walked around him and up the stairs.
"Fucking wench!" Draco said as he walked to the nearest bathroom with a shower and turned the tap to cold.
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Captain Pirate Jack Sparrow's (That's So Raven) Notes: Second Chapter (Mine) hope you liked it. Please review, and sorry for any Spelling/Grammar mistakes.
PinkSunryse's Notes: I hope you enjoyed the Captains chapter, but don't worry everyone! I will be writing the next chapter! Never fear! JK. Please review, it's good for everyone! *throws flowers around*