One Bed...

Chapter one. An accident. I think.

I never had much of a problem with Draco Malfoy. Until the end of first year that is. Little prick thought it'd be a good idea to mess with my little brother by pinning to the wall for thirteen hours cause he looked at him 'funny'. Let me show you what happened after his poor, poor, decision. 

"DRACO FUCKING MALFOY! LITTLE PRICK! WHERE IS YOUR SORRY ASS?" I yell as I run into the common room, my unusually large boobs bouncing. Not that I noticed, I was fuming. And all I cared about was wreaking this little bitch's life. 

"Who's looking for me?" he asks as he practically prances into the room. Followed by his minions Crabbe and Goyle. And my best friend, Pansy Parkinson. We're best friends but we don't really hang out in the same groups. 

"You. Bastard." I say with a maniac laugh. As you can tell I'm not the most stable person. 

"Hey Anderson" he smirks. Oh. He messed with the wrong girl. 

"Which one? Me or my little brother?" I ask as I pin him to the wall by his tie, cutting off his air supply. He tries to speak but it comes out as hacking. "What? Stuck?" I ask as he struggles. He was pretty scrawny and I went through puberty at eleven and twelve, just finishing it now. So I was taller and stronger than his child like frame. 

"Fi! What are you doing?" Pansy shrieks. I send her a deathly glare and she backs down. 

"Teaching a cock roach a lesson" I say with an evil grin as whip out my wand. "COLOVARIA!" I yell and his hair turns a bright pink. I let go and shove him harder into the wall behind him. 

"Ouch!" he pouts as he loosens his neck tie. "What did you do you little prick?" he says as he inspects himself. He clearly finds nothing and starts to open his mouth to say something

"Oh  I already know. Your fathers gonna hear about this" I mock. "Honestly, I think he'd proud of me. I didn't get corned into a wall and chocked" I say with a laugh. 

He glares at me before turning and walking away. But not before I hear what he mumbles under his breath. 

"Your gonna regret this Anderson. Trust me on that"

~ 

For the next few years we would prank each other relentlessly and get each other into detentions. And on more than one occasion the teachers would try and put into detention hoping it would give us bonding time. It usually ended in another screaming fit and a torn apart class room. 

One time I broke his nose with a book so he pushed me down the stairs and broke my arm. A day before our game against Gryffindor, which meant I had to watch as my team mates whip their sorry arse's. 

Now we are in year four, three years later. And nothing has changed. Besides the fact we're kinda in the same friend group. Of course we sit as far away from each other and make as many rude comments about each other without or friends leaving us in a locked room again. 

"Fi?" I hear from my sleeping state. 

"Ugh! What do you want, Sash?" I ask as I roll over and shove my head in my pillow. Sasha is my adopted sister. She's a year younger than me. I love her with all my heart, but I need my sleep. I have a horrendous sleep schedule as it is. 

"Malfoy...he split pumpkin juice all over my head" she whispers, knowing I'm going to explode. 

"Little prick did what now?" I ask as I bolt into a sitting position. It is our first day of our fourth year and he's already starting a problem. 

"He-" she starts. 

"I heard you. Why the fuck though" I say as I get up and walk over to my closet that I share with Pansy, Daphne, and Milli. I grab what ever clothes I can find, not paying attention to what ever I slip on. 

"He was making fun of someone and I said something about you beating his arse. And he came over to me with a seductive smile, and yes maybe it kind of made me wet but that's besides the point, and poured it all over my head" she says trailing off in the middle before finding her place again.

"Ok. Go shower. I'll take care of him" I say with a vile grin. I grab my muggle phone that I stole while in London and play So What by P!nk. 

A few minutes I'm on my way to Malfoys dorm. I mumble an incantation to open the door and I walk over to his bed. I take a large kitchen knife from my robe and cut his bed sheets, blankets, pillows, and clothes. I grab some spray paint from the bag I brought and spray bright pink all over his things and bed posts. 

Pansy's gonna kill me after this, but it'll be worth it. 

"Accio pumpkin juice" I say as I think of the giant jugs of pumpkin juice from the kitchen. "Wingardio Leviosa" I say after I open the caps. It spills all over his things, I make sure to leave Zabini's, Nott's, Crabbe's, and Goyle's this unscathed. 

Next thing I know, Snape, McGonagall, and Malfoy being dragged by Snape enter the room. They look around at the damage I've done as I shot Malfoy a scary smile. My eyes are wide, my hair disheveled,  and the buttons on my shirt done wrong. 

"Miss Anderson..." Snape starts as he brushes feathers from the split pillows off his black cloak. "This has gone on far too long. Mister Malfoy, Miss Anderson. Dumbledore's office. Now" he sneers. 

We walk in silence for most of the time. Until Malfoy trips me.

"Little bitch!" I exclaim as I dive for his neck after I get up from the ground. He's much stronger and larger than me now and grabs my hands before they reach their destination. He holds them there as I struggle. 

"Snape! McGonagall! Look she attacked me for no reason!" he tries to plead. 

"You tripped me to prick!" I screech. He glares at me. My face lunges forward and I bite his wrist, drawing blood. 

"Damn it woman!" lets out before kicking my knees out from under me. I crumple to the ground again. 

McGonagall grabs my arms and hold them behind my back as Snape does the same to Malfoy. 

"ENOUGH!" she yells, which startles us both. She never raises her voice. "We are going to the headmaster. And you will behave" she threatens as she holds my wrist tighter, making me wince. 

"Miss Anderson? Mister Malfoy? What has happened now, Severus?" he asks with concern. 

"Miss Anderson trashed Mister Malfoys room very, very, badly. Damaging every thing he owns. Mister Malfoy was trying to soak all Miss Anderson's test's and homework with pumpkin juice. And when we brought them here they had quiet a brawl" he says as he shows Malfoy's wrist, with red bleeding bite marks. I smirk. Well before he comes over to me and lifts my leg, showing the swelling I was trying to hide.

"Mister Malfoy. Miss Anderson. I have a solution I'd like to try" he says as he rubs his forehead, as if he has a headache. "And this is the last thing we are going to try. If it does not work, you will be expelled from Hogwarts, immediately" he says sternly. "You will be sharing a dorm. For the rest of your stay at Hogwarts" he says looking us in the eyes.