My Slytherin Boys

Chapter Five

MAEVE GRAY POV

Walking to my bedroom door, I open it, watching as a pale fist goes to hit my door once again. "What the hell do you want?" I demand, staring Draco down as his hand falls to his side.

"I'm supposed to show you around," he tells me, his tone dry as he looks me up and down.

Looking down at myself, I twist my arms around me, covering my barely covered chest as I continue staring at him. "Look, you clearly don't want to do it, I really don't want you to do it, so," I shrug, stepping back and kicking my foot close to the door.

I groan when a dark polished shoe stops the door. Watching as my door opens, I bite my tongue as Draco's now red face stares me down. "You are coming with me," he tells me, pushing past me and going to sit on the edge of my bed.

Turning around, I narrow my eyes at him, "get off my bed."

"No."

"No?"

"No," he tells me again, his gaze bouncing around the small decorations I was able to put up yesterday. When I see him starting to look at my pictures, I quickly grab the one of me and dad off the shelf. "What is that?"

"None of your fucking business," I snap back, shoving the picture frame behind my back.

Within seconds he's standing in front of me, his pale hand starting to come up towards my face, but dropping just as fast. Looking at his own hand, we stood there for a couple seconds, chest to chest in silence. "Just get fucking ready, I'll wait in the common room, you have ten minutes," he tells me, still not taking a step away from me.

Looking directly into his dark gray eyes, I salute him with a wink, "yes sir."

His jaw ticks at my words before he stomps out of my room, closing the door,
I lean my back against it, resting a hand on my chest. My heart shouldn't be beating this fast, taking a deep breath I start to get ready.

As much as I really really want to test him, it's also way too early in the morning to deal with this bullshit. Opening my closet, I stare at all the boring uniforms that sit on the small side of the closet, grabbing a gray sweatshirt I throw it on, letting it swim over my tanktop and shorts. Pulling on some sneakers, unplugging my phone, I slip it into my short pockets before opening my door.

Heading into the common room, I roll my eyes when I see a dark haired girl lounged annoyingly close to Draco as he sits on the edge of a couch. Walking over to them, I hold in a groan when I see that even with Draco sitting down, he's just now reaching my height.

"I'm ready," I tell him, completely ignoring the girl that I can see rolling her eyes at me.

Draco's eyebrow raises, as he looks down at the girl, "why don't you introduce yourself."

No thank you.

Looking down at the girl, I plaster a fake smile on, "I'm Maeve." Turning back to the overly blonde man, I raise my own eyebrow. "Can we go?"

Nodding his head, I ignore his smirk as he gets up, his chest once again too close to mine. Stepping back, I turn around, ignoring whatever comment the girl made as he follows behind me towards the main doors. Walking out of them, I slow down, Draco falling into step with me as we continue down the large halls.

"Why are you even showing me around?" I ask.

"Snape," he answers. And that's it, that's all he responds.

That's how he does the entire tour for the next hour. Walking up to a door, saying the name and continuing to walk. When I ask him a question, he would either completely ignore me or he would look at me like I'm completely dumb.