Disclamier: I'm saying this once and only once I own nothing that I'll be writting about.
AN: This is my second tip-toe into the slash world, I hope yall like this one.
Everyone knows the story of Romeo and Juliet, right? Well this tale is just as torrid and much less heartbreaking then that one.
This tale is about my fathers. That's right, fathers. Now hush, and let me get on with the tale.
This tale is about my fathers, Draco Lucius Malfoy and Harry James Potter. Yes, the heir to the once dark throne and golden boy himself.
Now how does Romeo and Juliet start? That's right…
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Hogwarts, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers make their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their love bury their house's strife.
The fearful passage of their love,
And the continuance of their house's rage,
Which, but their own love, could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
"MR. POTTER, MR. MALFOY! STOP FIGHTING THIS INSANT," Professor Elixir shouted over the noise of the fight. Harry had hold of Draco's robe with his fist in the air about to land another blow on Draco's face. Slowly, Harry and Draco turned their heads towards their teacher.
"Let go of Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter," the Professor warned. Harry let go of Draco and took a step away from him. "Good, now what was that all about?"
"He was speaking poorly about Professors Lupin and Black." Harry said.
"It's this true, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I was joking and Potter here took it up the ass," Draco said and spit blood at Harry's feet.
"You called my Godfathers fags and then went to talk about their sex lives," Harry pointed out.
"I did no such thing."
"Hermione?" Harry said turning to one of his best friends.
"It's a new charm by the French, jue encore." Hermione said and out of her wand came Draco's voice saying, "Hey, Potter. How does your fag of a godfather do it? Doggie style?"
"Well, well, well, Mr. Malfoy. It seams to me you where breaking a school rule that states, that no student shall discuss their professors' personal lives. That will be forty points and the rest of the year in detention, for fighting and the so named rule. As for you, Mr. Potter, the rest of your year will be spent in detention with Mr. Malfoy. Both of you are to report to Professors Lupin and Black's office at seven tonight. Good day," Professor Elixir said sternly and left the two boys and the crowed behind.
"Thanks a lot, Potter!"
"You started it."
"Harry, let's go," Hermione said and tugged at Harry's arm.
"So your Mudblood girlfriend has to drag you back to the den like some bad puppy," Draco taunted.
"Shut your mouth," Harry said clenching his hands back into fists.
"Make me," Draco said with his smirk on his face.
"No, and if you want to know why, go take a look at your face." Harry said and turned away from him.
"This has to stop! They have gotten into three fights already this week, and it's only the first week of the term," Professor Elixir said pounding her fist on Dumbledore's desk.
"You know I think this is just pent up sexual tension," Sirius said.
"You think everything is pent up sexual tension, Sirius," Remus said.
"Most of the time it is!"
"Stop it you two! We need to figure out how to get Harry and Draco to stop fighting," Elixir said.
"I know, let's lock them up in a room without their wands, with enough alcohol to kill an elephant, condoms, and lube," Sirius said with a goofy smile.
"Sirius that's why Harry is alive, remember," Remus said.
"Really?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, remember Peter, you and I got sick of the two of them tip-toeing around each other. So we locked them up in a classroom over the weekend with the above items. Next thing we know, we're graduating, and out pops Harry at the end of July," Remus said.
"That was a good year," Sirius said.
"Yes, now back to the task at hand," Elixir said.
"I have an idea, why don't we pick three students from each house to come together to form a student body if you would, they would live, work, and eat with each other. This way we can work on school unity," Dumbledore said.
"You know this just might work," Elixir said.
"Yes, what about classes?" Remus asked.
"We'll make sure they are all sixth years," Dumbledore said.
"So who are we going to pick?" Sirius asked.
"Harry and Draco have to be apart of this," Elixir said.
"Of course the three students from Gryffindor are Harry, Ron, and Hermione," Remus said.
"The students from Ravenclaw should be Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Padma Patil," Elixir said.
"The students from Hufflepuff should be Hanna Abbott, Susan Bones, and Justin Finch-Fletchley," Remus said.
"The students from Slytherin should be Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson, just because the last two need a wake up call," Sirius said.
"I'll bring this up at the board and professors meeting tonight. Tell Draco and Harry that their detentions are canceled, as of now," Dumbledore said.
"As you wish headmaster," the professors said and left.
"Excuse me, children, I have some exciting news to tell all of you. That at last night's teachers' meeting we have come up with an idea to promote school unity. As of lunch today, students will be allowed to sit at any table they wish except during feasts, in which you will sit with your house. Also, a group of twelve students will make up a student counsel that will live, go to class, eat together, and promote unity among the school. School is canceled do to the changes, and so that the students may become adjusted in their new rooms. Have a wonderful day," Dumbledore said.
"So, who do you think the students are?" Ron asked Hermione as the golden trio left the Great Hall.
"I don't know it must be three from each house…" Hermione's voice trailed off as her eyes got wider, "Us, we're the students from Gryffindor."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked putting his hands on her shoulders, and staring into Hermione's eyes.
"Yes, I highly doubt they would split us up, after this summer," Hermione said and shuddered remembering the blood shed from the war.
"Hey, you three," Sirius said.
"Hi, Sirius," Harry said.
"Do you know who has been picked for the counsel from Gryffindor?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, and you already know who it is." Sirius said with a smile.
"So it is us?" Ron asked with a goofy smile on his face.
"Who else is on the counsel, from the other houses?" Harry asked.
"You'll meet them soon and, Harry, this weekend remind me to tell you a story about your parents' seventh year," Sirius said with a smile, and when he saw Harry nod, he continued, "I have to run, but go take a look around the third-floor corridors."
"So, should we do as he suggested?" Ron asked.
"Yes, let's go," Harry said. They made their way to the third floor corridor and when they got there they met the other students from the other houses.
"Terry, this is going to be great," Hermione said shaking Terry Boot's hand.
"It sure is," Terry said and then whispered into her ear, "Watch your boys they are not going to like the Slytherin candidates."
"Dragon?" Hermione whispered back.
"The Triumvirate," Terry said and smiled at Hermione. He turned to talk with Justin from Hufflepuff.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked.
"Terry and I study together from time to time when you two are doing Quidditch. Don't worry, Ron, he has been betrothed to a French heiress since he was ten," Hermione said and waved to Hannah.
"Good morning, everyone!" Remus said walking up the stairs.
"Morning," mostly everyone replied.
"Now, all of you have been asked to promote school unity based on your different skills in and out of the classroom. The third-floor will be your dorms until you graduate next June. Inside, you will find your bedroom and the name of the other person you'll be shearing your room with. The password to the dorm, as of now, is L'unité est la grande magie. You may change it to something everyone can agree on. Now, have fun and don't kill each other. Professor Black, Professor Elixir, and myself are the over seeing teachers to you. I hope you all enjoy your rooms," Remus said and left.
"I wonder how much wizard crack Dumbledore is really on with a password like that. Unity is the greatest magic, sure," Draco cracked from the back of the group.
"Malfoy, if we are going to have to live together for the next two years, would you shut up and get it through your head we don't care what you think," Hermione said as she turned to the portrait of two doves with an olive branch between their beaks and said the password.
The portrait swung forward to admit entry to the students. The common room was done tastefully in each of the house colors. The walls were painted a parchment paper yellow, the floor was done in black oak, with burgundy and dark green rugs. The couches were royal blue velvet trimmed in sliver; the fireplace was of carved white marble. Over the fireplace was the Hogwarts crest in marble and gold leafed.
On each side of the room was three doors with sliver and gold plaques that said who was in each room. The students moved about the room to find whom they would be bunking with for the rest of the year.
"I wonder who Dumbledore got to decorate in here," Pansy said running a hand over the one of the couches.
"THIS IS A SICK JOKE!" Draco yelled from the door on the left closest to the fireplace.
"What do you mean, Draco?" Blaise asked.
"Potter, did you put the old fool up to this?" Draco yelled turning his eyes onto Harry.
"What the fuck do you mean?" Harry spit back.
"Oh I don't know, retardo, come take a look for yourself" Draco said pointing at the door.
Harry moved over to where Draco was foaming at the mouth and read for himself, 'H. Potter, Gryffindor, sixth year and D. Malfoy, Slytherin, sixth year.'
"Oh, Sirius you are dead," Harry said and left the room slamming the portrait behind him.
"Well, this is going to be fun," Hermione said and turned to the 'girl's' side of the room. She moved passed each door until she found her room parallel to Harry's room.
"Bloody hell," Hermione whispered under her breath after reading her roommate's name, 'P. Parkinson, Slytherin, sixth year.' Out of the Gryffindor trio Ron was the only lucky one to not be rooming with a Slytherin, he is rooming with Terry Boot.
It was just before lunch when Harry came back and said a gruff, "sorry," to the others and went into his room. Harry was surprised to find the room painted in a chocolate brown, with two red wood four post beds, the floors were pine wood covered with pine green and rust red colored rugs. The beds were dressed in tan suede down blankets embroidered with the Hogwarts crest in black thread, and the sheets were chocolate brown Egyptian cotton. In between the two beds was a bay window facing west, looking out over the sprawling grounds of Hogwarts.
"Wow," Harry whispered to himself looking out the window onto the grounds.
"It's not bad, nothing like the manor or the villa in Italy, but it should do," Draco said from the other side of the room.
"Why is it you always have to have an opinion about everything?" Harry asked sharply.
"It's in my nature and Lucius taught me to always have one," Draco said.
"That was a rhetorical question," Harry mumbled and flopped onto his bed.
"You should have said so, now a few ground rules. One, I go to bed no later then ten o'clock Sunday through Thursday, and Friday and Saturday nights not until the last person from the weekend parties has gone to bed. Number two, I get up no later than five on school days and on the weekends until I damn well feel like it. Number three, do not touch my things and I won't touch your things. Yes, I can be nice at times just don't get use to it. I'm going to lunch and I would suggest you do the same as you look peaked," Draco said and left the room.
"I have now officially entered the Twilight Zone," Harry mumbled, and left to go find Ron and Hermione to tell them about the conversation he just had with Malfoy.