the arms of an angel

who are you?

A. N this is going to get me killed AAA

There is a small buff man sitting on your bed. He has no shirt on.

"GET OUT OF DOBBYS ROOM!!! ROOM BELONGS TO DOBBY NOT YOU!!!"

"No this is my room. Not yours. Get out of my room, Dobby." You say to Dobby, admiring his muscles.

He glares at you, angry that you stood up to him. "Dobby says (Y/N) stays out of his room!!"

You lay down on your bed, pushing him into the floor and ignoring his yells.

"Honey, di-" your mom is standing in the doorway.

"MOM! I came in and he was in my room!!" You yell, annoyed at the house elf on your bed "he is demanding that I leave 'his' room"

"Dobby has decided the room is his! Dobby is your new house elf!" He yelled, jumping on his- no, your- bed.

"Now, Dobby, you will have a different room. I'll show you to it." Your mom said gently.