The Apartment

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The sound of a distressed bird brought Simons attention to the window. He walked over slowly, expecting to see a single owl with a hurt wing or maybe even a hurt foot, what he didn’t expect to see was three owls fighting to get to his office first.

Feathers were flying, owls were squawking, and he was even sure he witnessed the large black owl attempt to take one of the smaller ones into a mid-air death roll. He quickly flung open the window in hopes the owls would stop fighting and just fly inside peacefully.

He was wrong again. The owls did stop fighting the instant the window opened but peaceful was not the word he would use for their entrance. All three lunged at the open window, tugging on the others tail feathers just trying to get in first. Once inside, all three landed on his desk and stuck out their foot, nudging each other in hope to push their competition off of the desk.

“You ruddy birds, fighting like a couple of children.” Simon scolded, “You three should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Draco’s owl lifted his head in a snooty fashion while Harry and Hermione’s just looked ashamed.

“All three of you just had to be here first. I hope you know that if your senders are all able to afford the apartment, that you have just officially made my life hell.”

Again Harry and Hermione’s birds looked ashamed but Dracos’ owl looked to be smirking. Simon untied each letter and all three were time stamped for the exact same time for fairness that the owner of Dawn West required.

The first letter he opened was from Harry. Simon knew instantly that The Harry Potter could afford the apartment easily. The letter stated that he was serious about the apartment and was willing to sign the lease as soon as possible. Simon put his letter in the good pile and moved to the next.

The second letter was from Draco Malfoy. Simon also knew that a Malfoy could easily afford the place and set the letter on top of Harry’s before moving on to the third. He crossed his fingers, hoping the third letter was from a looker that couldn’t afford the place but his hopes were dashed when he read the final name of Hermione Weasley… He now completely hated his life.

Tom Prichard was an odd man, not only by Simon’s views but everyone’s view in general. Tom was a man that believed everything had to be fair if it was possible. First come, first serve and that was that, no excuses, no getting around it, which was just how Tom wanted it to be.

With a large sigh, Simon sat down at his desk and wrote out three responses. Each letter contained a ward key that would allow them into Dawn West with the instructions to apparate straight to the address of the available apartment. The meeting time was exactly two hours away and enough time to get a nice shot of Vodka going through him before dealing with the three people who wanted the same place.

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“No Malfoy, I will not give this place up for you!”

“Come on Granger, be decent for once in your life and give a guy a break.” Draco replied

“Why the hell should she give this place up for you? You’ve always been an ass to her.” Harry stated, “Besides, she going to give it up for me.”

“I most certainly will not, Harry Potter.” She yelled while crossing her arms, “I put in for the first available months ago.”

“But Hermione, Ginny will kill me if I go back home, she already tried to throw an entire tea setting at me this morning.”

Draco waved his hands dismissivly, “I’d rather take the dish throwing and the media compared to why I need this place.”

“Oh really, and what does princess Malfoy have in his life that is so bad?” Hermione asked

Draco shuddered and reached for his wallet. He kept a picture of his lovely wife in there to remind him of why he should never go home. He pulled the picture out and handed it to Hermione, “Meet my wife.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and then he gagged while Hermione just laughed and laughed.

“Y-you’re married to that?” Hermione asked, “Were you drunk?”

Draco sighed as Hermione broke into another round of laughter.

“Seriously Malfoy, What the hell?” Harry asked, “That woman or thing is more suited for Filch then you.”

“My father arranged it. I thought I was getting a beauty but I ended up with the beast.”

“I feel bad for you, Malfoy, but I’m still not giving this place up.” Hermione stated

“But I can’t go back there, I’d rather kill myself and she will be able to get in anywhere else I try to move… I need this place.”

Harry opened his mouth to reply but just then an owl flew into the apartment and over to Simon who was steady banging his head into the wall. Simon actually groaned out loud but took the letter from the bird. The three remained quiet while Simon scanned the letter. He folded it and placed it in his pocket.

“Alright, here’s the deal.” Simon started as he walked towards the three, “I have another party interested in this place and if you three cant come to n agreement within the next thirty minutes, I’ll be forced to allow the other person look at the apartment and if they want it, they get it.”

“Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?” Hermione asked

Harry nodded and stepped to the side with her.

“Alright, I have a proposition for you. We are best friends and have been for years. I am not looking for a relationship and I’m sure you probably aren’t either right now.”

Harry nodded in confirmation.

“So why don’t you and I share the place? This place is large enough for ten people and its not like we haven’t lived together before.”

“I suppose that would be fine, but how do we get Malfoy to back out?”

Hermione shrugged, “I didn’t think about that.”

Harry paced around for a few minutes, stopping here and there to work the idea out in his head. He need to find a way to get Malfoy to back out so he and Hermione could have the place.

“I think I have an idea.” Harry whispered as he walked passed Hermione and over to Draco.

Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry stopped in front of him, “Yes Potter? Come to hand the place over?”

Harry grinned, “Nope, but Hermione and I decided to share the place and if you want to be the third roommate this will all be settled.”

Harry smirked to himself, there was no way Draco would agree to live with two Gryffindors, especially he and Hermione – this was the perfect plan.

Draco looked around and sighed giving Harry the impression that he had given up. Harry glanced over to Hermione who was obviously thinking the same thing according to Draco’s body language.

“Fine Potter, have it your way… roomy”

Hermione choked on her own slobber and Harry’s face fell in terror, The git actually agreed and they were screwed.