One Bed...

Chapter 3. Little Girl.

The rest of the day goes by normally. No one else had found out about Malfoy and I's situation. Thankfully. I'd never hear the end of it. 

I sit down on the bench at diner with a groan. I sit next to Zabini and Pansy, Nott sits next to Pansy. Across from are Crabbe and Goyle on either side of Malfoy. 

"Wow, really that tired after a single night with Malfoy?" Zabini teases. Here we go again.

"Of course. He tried his best, but after a while I finally just pretended I had an orgasm. Don't tell him though, I don't want to hurt his wittle feewings" I say with baby voice at the end.

"Please Anderson. If I fucked you, you would still be lying on that bed" Malfoy scoffs at me. The annoying thing is I don't doubt it. I've heard stories from other girls.

"Please" I say with a sarcastic laugh. He gives me a hard stare. I can feel myself start to squirm in my seat. "Anyway, now that Malfoy and I have our on dorm we should have a house warming party!" I say happily. Malfoy glares at me. I disregard it.

"Who'd we invite?" Crabbe asks as he shoves fried chicken in his mouth. 

"You guys. Obviously. And maybe Riddle, I'm not sure" I shrug. 

"No, we are not inviting Mattheo Riddle into our dorm. One of you will end up pregnant, another one dead, and one will be bald" Draco says matter of factly. I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed. I've been eyeing Riddle up for a while now, he's pretty hot. 

"Why the bald?" Nott voices what we were all thinking. Draco just rolls his eyes and stabs his chicken. 

"I better buy so extra pads for Malfoys period. This one might be one of the moodiest ones we've seen" I say with a straight face. Our group goes quiet before bursting out laughing. 

"Oh yeah. Ha ha" he says sarcastically. I giggle. "Come on, if we want this party we have to get the place ready. Save at least some of it from being utterly trashed" he says with an eye roll. 

"Can't you just do it?" I groan as I slump into the table. He glares at me furiously. "Fine" I sigh and sludge up to the dorm. 

"Here's the plan" he says once we get to the room. "You clean and I'll hide all valuables. Then open the stashes of firewhiskey, but I am not having my dorm smell like pot. You'll also get trash bags out and placed around the room. I will not be having any one barfing on the carpet. Oh and I'll get actual food ready. And final rule" he says as he gives me a pointed look. 

"What now?" I ask with an eyeroll. He walks over and grabs my chin in his hand forcing me to stare right up into his eyes. 

"You are only allowed to sit on the bed. With no one else with you, unless it's me" he says sternly. I stare at him in complete and utter awe before I swing back to my senses. 

"You aren't the boss of me" I fight back. His eyes become steel. He leans down by my ear and I can feel his warmth breath on my neck and side of my face. My own breath hitches and my chest is flying up and down. I wouldn't be surprised if he can hear my racing heart. 

"You'll regret if you disobey me, little girl" he whispers. I shudder and subconsciously clench my thighs together. "No, no" he says and forces my legs apart with his knee. I gasp as his knee cap brushes my clothed clit. 

He rubs his knee against me and I grind against his knee. I hate him, I do. But he can make your body feel so fucking good. And I finally realize why so many girls chase him. Every touch is electric. His hand on my hip, his knee. Every where he touches. 

He suddenly pulls away and I give out a sad and frustrated whine. He smirks down at me and I realize I fell in his trap. 

"Now, how about we get to work?" he asks and walks over to the desk and grabs a fancy vase before gently putting in under the bed. 

"Your just gonna leave me like that?" I ask as I belly flop on the bed with a groan. He just chuckles and continues hiding our valuables. 

"Don't you have cleaning to do, little girl?" he asks me as he uses that nickname again. I'm not against it, but I know I'll end up dry humping him like a dog if he says it too much. 

I grumble and slide off the bed and unto my side with a thud. My rib cage hurts, but he'll tell me I was being stupid if I tell him.

I walk to the closet and grab a non flying broom to sweep the floor. 

"Remember the one time I used your broom to clean Snapes class after you got me in trouble?" I say out of the blue as I think of brooms. 

"Yes I do, had to get a whole new broom because the bend and missing bristles were making it fly wonky" he says. I wasn't expecting him to answer. Maybe with a yes, but not a whole sentence! I feel giddy inside. 

Oh God, I'm falling for him and we haven't even shared this dorm for twenty four hours! I just have to  focus on how much I hate him! 

Actually, it might not be the worst idea to try and get along. If we do we'll stop getting in trouble, I could have help on my home work, I can have more time with my friend group instead of arguing with him the whole time, and I won't have to leave Hogwarts! 

Yes, yes! We just have to get along and everything will turn out splendid-

"What in the bloody hell are you grinning at?" he asks when he see's me smiling at a wall. 

"Nothing!" I reply happily. I turn on some music and plug in my head phones as I dance with the broom. I tune Malfoy out as I clean the dorm. 

I'm ready for this year, just wait Malfoy.