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Longer than a drabble, and not actually slash, but whatever.

I never thought I'd end up like this, much less that I'd be happy about it. I'm sharing a flat with Oliver bloody Wood. I spent seven years at Hogwarts hating him, and I guess old habits die hard. If it hadn't been for the fact that we both needed the other to pay half of the rent, we would've offed each other in the first week.

"Dammit, Wood, would it kill you to pick up after yourself sometimes?"

"Flint! Get out of the goddamn bathroom! I have to be at work in thirty minutes!"

"For the fifteen thousandth time, Wood, pick up your wet towels!"

"Why am I always the one who has to cook?"

"Because I do the dishes. And you're the one who can cook."

"I'm surprised you noticed, considering it's always cold by the time you get home and oh my god, I've turned into my mother!"

And for some reason, the horrified look on his face was the funniest thing in the world to me, because I couldn't stop laughing. After glaring at me for a few moments, he joined me.

It's difficult to hate someone after you've laughed yourself sick with them.

After that, I started to notice that we actually have a lot in common. Neither of us is a morning person, so breakfast is a matter of grunts and shared disgust at the world. We both love Quidditch, and it is rather nice to have someone around who doesn't get sick of Quidditch talk after three hours or so. And we've both been sucked in by this television thing the previous tenant, a Muggle, left behind.

So here I am, watching a Muggle sport called "football", and Oliver Wood is asleep on my shoulder, cutting off the circulation, and I'm perfectly happy to just stay like this forever.

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Wooo! *thwirl*