Break the Rules(Draco Malfoy One-Shot)

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“Let me see.” The platinum blonde cooed softly to the brunette who was sitting on the other side of the bench to him.

“Why, are you going to tell Umbridge I’m hiding it?” She all but snarled at the blue eyed boy.

“I want to make sure you’re alright.” He defended. While most would flinch under the fierce brown eyes of the girl when she spoke like that, Draco had become so accustomed to it, it no longer bothered him.

“Should have thought about that before you rudely interrupted class.” She bit at him, turning back to her book.

“What did you want me to do, T?” He pleaded as he reached out to tuck some of her medium length, dark brown hair behind her ear so he could see her face better. Torri swatted his hand away before he could touch her.

“Everyone in Slytherin joined, do you understand what I would have gone through if I didn’t?”

“I thought appearances didn’t matter to you anymore.” She finally turned to look at him fully. Her brown eyes were dark in annoyance, her thin lips pressed tightly together to form a thin line, her dark eyebrows furrowed at the blonde, not understanding his reasoning. She was studying him, the blonde knew that, and he also knew what he said next, she would hold against him forever.

“I shouldn’t.” Draco finally admitted to the Ravenclaw, “I know I shouldn’t. But fear of rejection drives me, fear that someone would hurt you, Torri, drives me. I offered you to join the patrol as well, we would have loved to have you.”

“I would rather be prepared for what will come, then get some extra credit, thank you.” Torri snapped and closed her book, preparing to leave the Slytherin.

Her olive hand was caught just as she rose. She looked over at the boy who had pleading eyes.

“It’s only going to get worse, Draco.” She told him gently, her dark eyes lightening in colour to meet her tone, “You don’t have much to worry about because you’re a pure blood, and your parents are very influential. I do have things to worry about, even if you are there to protect me. I need to be able to take care of myself.”

She shook off his hand as she looked away, “Besides, boys and girls aren’t allowed within 6 inches of each other.”

Her chin was suddenly pulled to the left and she was forced to look deep into the icy blue eyes of the Slytherin next to her.

“For you,” He said slowly as he leaned in slightly, “I would break every rule, that pink toad could come up with.”

They met in the middle, sharing a gentile kiss sharing how much they cared for the other in it. Short and sweet, that’s how they liked to keep it while in the open.

“Maybe break a few more, and stand on my side next time.” Torri whispered before kissing his cheek before the two of them were thrown apart.

“Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Stephenson, I know you are both aware that boys and girls are not allowed within six inches of one another.” Professor Umbridge croaked as she glared at the two of them, “That will be detention again, Miss. Stephenson. Mr. Malfoy, I expected much more of you. Your disciplinary membership will be revoked, and if I hear you’ve broken another rule, I will not hesitate to give you detention as well, am I understood?”

“Yes, professor.” Draco nodded, glancing at Torri to make sure she was alright.

“Yes, ma’am.” Torri said, not looking up. Her eyes getting darker by the moment.

“Good.” The pink witch croaked, then turned on her heel and sashayed away.

Once she was well out of ear shot, the brunette turned her attention back to the blonde.

“Want to break a lot of rules?” She asked with a devilish smirk pulling on her lips.

“What do you have in mind?” Draco asked, a smirk mirroring her own on his face.

 

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The Ball(A Draco Malfoy One Shot)

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“What do I owe you?” The brown eyed Ravenclaw snapped at the blonde Slytherin as he offered her a large, white garment box.

“Nothing, you idiot. Can I not be nice?” He asked her.

“Do you understand the irony in your sentence or do you choose to ignore it?” She bit back staring into his sky blue eyes relentlessly.

“You said you weren’t going to the ball because you didn’t have a dress,” He started, “Now you have no choice.”

Torri scoffed at his reasoning, “I can still say no.” She told him, “Why would I go to a dance, without a date to listen to some stuffy, proper music I can’t even dance while in a dress I’m not going to be comfortable in when I can stay in my room, curled up under some warm blankets drawing, or in the library, in a pair of comfy jeans studying? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Will you go to the Yule ball with me, Torri?” Draco asked and rolled his eyes knowing it was his best chance at getting the girl to go.

“Well isn’t that sweet.” The Ravenclaw droned, sarcasm dripping from every letter she uttered, “I would love to, Draco. Honest. But I must refuse because it seems to me you have no real interest to take me to the ball, you only want me to be there so you can make someone else jealous. Or pull a prank on me for all I know.”

“You know me better than that by now, Mudblood.” Draco hissed.

“Clearly not well enough to not be surprised you want to be able to call me a friend yet still refer to me as a Mudblood.” Torri accused standing up from the ledge of the window she had been sitting on while reading, “Even if your intentions are earnest, you certainly aren’t portraying that intention. So, thank you for the thought, but no.”

And with that she took her leave of the blonde.

Draco watched her leave. Over the summer that they had spent apart, Torri had cut her long brown hair that cascaded down her back into a shaggy pixie cut, stating it was because he had played with it too many times and it distracted her when he did it. Since she did that, a lot of rumors has sprouted out about her being sick, or a lesbian. Many people teased her saying she now looked like a boy, and had lost any cute appeal she could have had before.

Draco found her adorable with her new hair style. Yes he missed the ability to run his fingers through her hair, and he missed watching her pulling it into a pony tail or braiding it back in class or when she was studying. But she was still cute. His heart melted when her bright brown eyes shone out from underneath the bangs she never had before, giving her an almost predatory look. Draco knew better though, she had a lot of fire and passion inside of her and that guarded the best heart he’d ever known.


Days had passed since the incident at the window, Torri had thought no more about it but Draco was nervous. He had wanted to go to the ball with the brunette, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her again.

The night of the Yule ball finally rolled around and while most people where bustling around trying to get ready for it, one lonely Ravenclaw sat in the library reading from her textbooks and making notes to help her with upcoming tests.

From the doorway of the library a platinum blonde watched her, he was dressed up in his best robes. The blonde wasn’t sure if she was happy or not, only seeing her from the back. But he did feel his heart break when felt Pansy pulling at his arm to get to the great hall so they could dance. He looked back at the brunette who was non the wiser to his presence.


“Draco,” Pansy started sweetly in her shrill voice, “Let’s dance.”

“No.” Draco said plainly, still looking out the window of the great hall to the ground below.

“Why not?” She whined.

“Because I don’t want to.” Darco turned and snapped at her, “I never asked you here. I never asked you to dance. I do not like you. I do not want to spend any time with you. And if you make that sound in my direction one more time, I will rip your own tongue out. Am I clear?”

Pansy said nothing as she shrank away from the boy who then turned away from her and left the great hall, leaving many to feel confused.

Draco hurried down the halls until he got to the library. He didn’t see the Ravenclaw he was looking for at the table she was at when he was here last, but her things were still on the table. He went scouring the entire library before finding her pulling more books off the shelf.

Without a word he lunged forward and grabbed her hand, dragging her with him.

“Draco, what the hell?” Torri snarled, trying to pull her hand free to no avail as the blonde continued to drag her.

“Draco, stop!” She ordered as she pulled her hand free, the blonde turned to look at her, “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“I want to dance with you.” He told her sternly.

“I’m not going to dance with you.” She told him, turning back to her table.

“Torri, please.” Draco pleaded with the brunette, causing her to stop.

She said nothing as she looked back at him in shock. The blonde looked like he was about to start crying.

“Draco.” She said softly, turning around fully to face him.

“I know I’m a jerk, and an ass, and I call you a Mudblood.” He started, “But you’re my Modblood. At least I want you to be. I want to be able to run my fingers through your hair in class and not have you pull it away. I want to be able to hold your books over my head and have you not kick me to get it back. I want to be able to get a kiss when I help you study. I want to be your partner in potions and not have you wonder if I’m going to blow you up. I want to understand all your stupid Muggle references and likes because you like them. And I want to dance with you tonight.”

“Will your father hear about this?” Torri was moved almost to tears by this point too, but she couldn’t stop herself from being sassy too.

“He already hears about the girl who stole my heart.” He told her earnestly, placing a hand on his chest, “He always hears about you.”

Torri had to wipe her eye with her sleeve to stop them from pouring over.

“I guess it can’t be helped, huh?” She asked the blonde, not looking him the eye, “Slytherins always get what they want, right? I guess it’s a good thing Ravenclaws are smart enough to get what they want from Slytherins too, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Draco almost snapped, “I’m pouring my heart out for you here and that’s all you can say!? Stupid, sarcastic comments and references about our houses!”

Torri smiled lightly, sending the books she was still holding to float safely over to a nearby table as she strode forward to the blonde. She put her hands on his shaking shoulders and leaned up slightly to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Before the blonde could return it, the brunette pulled away still smiling.

“Sarcastic comments and references you don’t get are part of the deal.” She told him, “Not too late back out if you don’t want those.”

“Those are some of the best parts.” Draco smiled too as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in again.


“How do I?” Torri asked staring down at their feet as they stood across from one another in the great hall.

Just about everyone was staring at them, mostly because Torri was not dressed in a dress or fancy robes but in torn jeans, a white long sleeved shirt with a black t-shirt over top, black converse and her hair sloppily pulled back into a ponytail. On top of that, she was in the arms of Draco Malfoy who was patiently trying to teach her how to waltz.

“You’re hands are in the right places,” Draco started, “Now I’m going to lead, you just have to follow my lead, alright?”

She nodded unsure and looked back at their feet. As Draco moved one foot forward, Torri moved the same back, mirroring his moves perfectly.

“There, see it’s not that hard.” Draco smiled.

“Yeah, but people are staring.” She whispered to the blonde.

“Because they can’t believe how you overtake every other girl here with your beauty.” He whispered back.

“No.” She told him, “I’m pretty sure it’s because the Slytherin prince is dancing with the girl he calls a Mudblood the most often.”

“I’ll make your blood pure, don’t you worry about that.” He smiled at her, before wincing.

“Sorry!” Torri exclaimed realizing what she just did.

 

Teasing(A Draco Malfoy Short)

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A third year Ravenclaw with long, dark brown hair and bright brown eyes sat outside of the school on a stone bench with a book open on her lap. An older Ravenclaw sat next to her, pointing to words on the pages of the book in the 3rd year’s lap.

“Do you understand now?” The older Ravenclaw asked.

The brown eyed girl nodded, smiling up at the older student, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He told her and stood up, ruffling her hair a little bit, “I’ve got to go now.”

The brunette nodded and giggled lightly, “Have fun at practice!” She called.

The older Ravenclaw waved as he left the brunette alone.

She turned her attention back to the book in her lap, fully understanding the material now. Her concentration, however, was short lived as a scoff directed at her came up to her ears.

Her dark brown eyes looked up, unamused at the Slytherin she knew was just there for attention.

“What’s a filthy Mudblood like you doing out in the open like this?” The blonde sneered at the girl.

The brunette rolled her eyes and returned them back to the textbook. She only half payed attention as the blonde growled before pulling the textbook out of her hands.

“Hey!” She yelled and shot up, glaring daggers into the Slytherin who was holding the textbook over his head, “Give it back, Draco!”

He smirked at the Ravenclaw, “Aw, that’s so cute. A Mudblood thinking she can tell me what to do. Don’t make me laugh.”

The Slytherin goons behind the blonde laughed as the Ravenclaw’s face got red.

“I’m warning you.” She hissed, “Give it back or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Draco mocked.

The brunette growled one last time before kicking the blonde full force in the knee. That sent the Slytherin to double into himself for a second, long enough for the Ravenclaw to rip her book out of his hands, pick up her book bag and push past all the goons that were behind the blonde as she stormed into the castle.


Torri was walking down the corridor towards her dorm. After spending the entire day in the library working on assignments the brunette was exhausted.

As she turned around the corner she almost ran right into a person going the other way. Just as she was about to apologize for almost running into the said person, a hand came rushing down onto the stack of books and papers in her hands, causing everything to fly from her arms and scatter everywhere on the floor.

She looked up about to give the person a piece of her mind, only to stop herself as she saw it was a certain blonde.

“Uncalled for.” She snarled and knelt down to pick everything up.

“Justly called for.” Draco said and knelt down to help gather up all the things he had just sent flying.

Torri had gathered up half of the mess and Draco had gathered up the other half. They both stood up and he offered her the other stack of her belongings. She took them without looking up at him and brushed against his shoulder roughly as she continued on her way.


The Ravenclaw sat at her desk in potions, trying desperately to focus on class. It was extremely difficult for her to do so.

Sitting behind her was an all too familiar Slytherin. Said Slytherin was busy ignoring the assignment and reaching forward  across his desk to the back of the Ravenclaw. He was playing with her long, dark brown hair. He didn’t pull at it, he didn’t try to take a chunk out of her skull, he just sat there twirling the hair around his fingers, braiding it loosely and running his hands through it.

The Brunette was not used to anyone but herself touching her hair, so it took considerable concentration for her to not freak out as he, technically, wasn’t doing anything wrong. At least that was until Draco’s finger caught a snag in her hair.

“Ow.” The brunette let out, not expecting it to occur.

“Do you even own a comb, Mudblood?” Draco asked her, all the Slytherins around him laughed.

Without saying anything, Torri pulled her hair from Draco’s hands and brought it up into a ponytail with her hands then removed a black, elastic hair tie from her wrist and wrapped it around her hair once before twisting her hair many times in the same direction before wrapping it around itself and using the hair tie to secure her bun. She then leaned forward towards her desk to focus on the assignment one last time, though she did take note of the huff that came from the blonde behind her, but she did not care.

Eventually the class ended and everyone left for dinner.

The brunette trudged towards the great hall, all but ignoring the blonde that had come to walk next to her.

“Your hair’s really soft.” Was the first thing that the Slytherin said a soft tone, “And please don’t change your shampoo.”

The Ravenclaw stopped, she was completely taken aback by what the blonde had just said to her. She watched as he strutted forward, not looking back at her. She admired the way his hair tussles around his head as he moved with purpose. The way his cloak fluttered around him as he moved. And she realized something; every time he teased her, knocked her books down, made fun of her, laughed at her, or called her a Mudblood it was because he had no idea how else to let her know about his feelings.

He was kind to her in helping her with subjects she was not particularly strong in, encouraging her with her art, helping pick up her books after they get knocked down, even if he’s the one to do it, and if anyone else had ever made fun of her it was once and the next time she saw them they were afraid of her.

He was taking care of her in the only ways he could without his parents finding out and sending repercussions her way.

Move(A Draco Malfoy Short)

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Torri sighed to herself as she hurried out of class and down the corridor. Professor Snape had held her back to yell at her about failing the latest test. After a few moments of apologizing and saying that she will do better, the dark professor had let her go.

She took the corner going down another corridor sharply, almost running into someone as she took it.

“S-Sorry.” She managed out, stopping herself about an inch before she hit the person.

“Where are we going in such a hurry, Mudblood?” The cold voice of Draco Malfoy echoed throughout the corridor.

“Class.” The brunette said shortly and tried to side step the blonde, “Excuse me.”

The Slytherin stepped in front of the brown eyed girl with a smirk.

Torri tried to step around him again, only to have him move in front of her again.

“Excuse me.” She repeated, “I’d like to get by.”

“Oh, you would, would you?” He mocked, “And if I said I wouldn’t let you through?”

“Malfoy, I don’t want to play this game today.” She told the blonde.

“What game?” The blonde demanded.

“I just want you to move.” The Ravenclaw relented, “I’m going to be late.”

“If you want me to move,” The blonde teased, “Then make me, Mudblood.”

His cold grey eyes held amusement as he stared into her dark brown ones. He was having fun playing with her. She was at the end of her rope.

Without raising her hands, or reaching for her wand the brunette spoke with utter confidence and annoyance, “Flipendo.”

The Slytherin then went flying backwards into a nearby suit of armor, hitting the ground with a loud thud and lot of clattering and clanging.

The Ravenclaw, assured with her work, readjusted the bag on her shoulder and took off down the corridor towards her next class leaving the blonde in a pile of disassembled armor.

Draco only let out a groan of pain. He was surprised though. He never thought that that awkward, shy, anxiety stricken girl would be able to use wandless magic in their first year. Perhaps it was just because she was out of patience and couldn’t control it, but he was happy to witness it with her.

Tutoring(A Draco Malfoy Short)

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A brown eyed girl with long, dark brown hair in a Ravenclaw uniform blew a raspberry as she exited the classroom. History of Magic was one of those subjects that the brunette found interesting enough to pay attention, but not interesting enough for her grades to be farther up from just a passing grade.

She was just told that if she was unable to pull her grades up she may not be able to move on to next year, despite her grades in all her other classes being fairly or very high.

“You’re stressing about this more than you should.” Draco Malfoy caught up with the girl and walked in step with her.

“Easy for you to say!” She snapped at the blonde, “You have the second highest score in the class. I just don’t absorb all the information like you do.”

“So, what, you’re just going to let yourself be held back for something stupid like this?” The blonde demanded.

“Hell no!” Torri snarled at him, before calming her tone, “I’m just going to have to study harder for it I guess.” She paused to sigh, “I just wish it wasn’t so boring.”

“What if I helped you study?” Draco offered.

Torri looked at the blonde he was crazy, “Why would you, of all people, offer to help a ‘Mudblood’ like myself with magical studies? You hate people like me.”

“You aren’t bossy. You aren’t entitled. You don’t care what others think about you. And you force me to look at you like an equal not a lesser.” Draco told the brunette, “If nothing else, I respect you.”

Torri paused in the hallway and bit her lip, thinking for a moment.

It was not like Draco to offer his help, especially to someone like her. It was especially not like Draco to admit he respected people outright like that. Needless to say, the Ravenclaw was on her guard.

Her bright, brown eyes stared into his grey ones, though they didn’t seem as cold as they usually did.

“This better not be another one of your tricks, Malfoy.” Torri warned.

“You have my word.” He assured her, “It’s not.”

“Alright.” She relented, “Thank you. Do you want to meet in the library today after school?”

Draco nodded, “I’ll see you there then, Mudblood.” He teased.

The brunette grew red and merely walked away, not wanting her anger to seep out at him after he was nice to her.

The Slytherin just stood there and watched at the brunette took off away from him. He was surprised with himself that he had offered to help her like he had. Despite the difference in their blood status, Torri had intrigued him since day one. Yet he kept his distance not wanting his father to know about his fascination with a Mudblood, lest the both of them deal with the repercussions.

The day went on and when the last class of the day was dismissed a dark haired Ravenclaw and a bleach blonde Slytherin both made their way to the library.

Torri got there first and started unloading her bag of notebooks,  textbooks, and her writing utensils. She had always used pens and pencils instead of quills and ink. She sat down and started taking notes out of the textbook.

Draco arrived as the brunette was halfway through reading the first paragraph. He sat down across from her.

“Is that how you study?” He asked her, “By taking notes?”

Torri looked up from her notebook and nodded.

“How do you study?” She then countered the blonde.

“I read, have someone question me about the material, read what I don’t know and then repeat.” He informed her, “Do you want to try that?”

Torri nodded. Draco then pulled the textbook away from Torri and said a question. Torri replied with what she thought the answer was. Draco then said another question, Torri replied with what she thought the answer was.

This went on for a little while before the Slytherin slid the textbook back across the table to the Ravenclaw and told her the paragraphs that she got wrong. The brunette then just nodded and read thoroughly the paragraphs she messed up on, taking notes along the way.

Draco watched Torri as she did this. He found himself staring at her, noticing things he never noticed before. Like the way her nostrils flared when she came across a large word or name she didn’t know how to pronounce. Or the way she would nibble on her bottom lip as she was thinking who to shorten a sentence down into notes. How she would twirl her long, dark hair around her finger as she was trying to spell awkward words. He also noticed the light scar that she had on her right cheek, it wasn’t that noticeable. Draco really had to stare at her to see it. He noticed so much about her that he hadn’t before. The small mole on the one side of her nose, the beautifully long lashes that curtained her bright brown eyes. Draco also noticed that she had almost speckles of honey in her eyes today.

He knew that they would change shades often, going from dark brown, almost black, to a shade or two darker from hazel. They were eyes that always intrigued him, ones that left him curious, ones that left him wanting to know more about her.

Torri straightened up in her chair and looking into Draco’s piercing grey eyes, she nodded, thinking she was ready to continue again.

The blonde picked up the book and started asking questions again. The brunette answered the best she could to all of them. The questions just seemed to get harder and harder.

Torri rubbed her eyes and sighed, “How many did I get wrong?” She moaned.

Draco chuckled, “If this was all on the test, I’d say you’d get at least 60%.”

Torri’s hands fell onto the wooden surface of the table, “That’s not much better than I already do.” She told him.

Draco chuckled again.

“What’s so funny?” Torri demanded.

“You have nothing to lose while doing it like this.” Draco told the brown eyed girl with a glint in his eye.

“What are you suggesting?” She questioned the blonde.

“A bet.” Draco offered.

“I’m listening.”

“I’ll ask you twenty questions, and I won’t make them impossible, they’ll be reworded from the last test that we had. The amount of questions you get wrong will determine the punishment I give you after this. If you get seventeen or more right, you win.” He told her.

“And what do I get out of it?” She asked.

“I’ll buy you something you want.” Draco offered.

Torri sat there with her arms folded before relenting, “Fine.”

Draco smirked and pulled a piece of parchment out of his bag and began asking the questions. Torri answered to the best of her abilities.

At the end of it, Torri’s head hit the table and she muttered, “How bad did I do?”

“Sixteen out of twenty.” Draco told her after a second of anticipation.

Torri’s head shot up, “Really?” She asked in amazement.

Draco nodded.

“This did help, thank you.” The brunette said with a heart warming smile. After a second her face dropped and she looked at the blonde in accusation, “What do I owe you?”

Draco only smirked and slid the textbook across the table to her.

“How about a kiss for every wrong answer you gave.”

Torri’s face did not get red. Her eye did not twitch. She did not frown deeper. Nor did her mouth fall agape. She kept a perfect poker face as she stared down the Slytherin on the other end of the table.

“If you’re shy about it, then-”

Draco was cut off as a loud whack echoed through the library.

Torri pushed herself up and gathered up her supplies before turning to leave. The spine of her History of Magic textbook had collided with Draco’s face. The said blonde held the heavy textbook in his hands as he saw some blood drip from his nose.

“Leave it to a Malfoy to act nice and then turn into a complete and utter jerk at the moment he’s about to be trusted.” The Ravenclaw hissed as she stormed out of the library, swearing to herself that she was an idiot for trusting him like she had.

Draco wiped some of the blood from underneath his nose as he watched the brunette leave. He very well may have crossed a line with her, but when she was angry she was cute. And he allowed himself a moment to admire the long, dark hair that flowed out behind her in gentle ringlets as she walked away.

The Bet(A Draco Malfoy Short)

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A girl with long, dark brown hair, bright brown eyes and an olive complexion stood in the kitchen at Hogwarts chopping up vegetables with a smile on her face.

She dumped the veggies into a hot skillet with olive oil, cut up chicken and cooked rice. She stirred it all together with select spices.

Normally the Ravenclaw would rather be in the library studying, or her dorm drawing. But despite the circumstances she was happy to be in the kitchen cooking after so long, it reminded her of her home over seas.

When the chicken was cooked and everything was mixed to her liking, she removed the skillet from the element and left it to rest. She stirred the bright red and creamy tomato soup in the pot next to it. That was done also.

She then turned around to the cookies on a sheet behind her. They were cooled and ready to go at anytime.

The Ravenclaw smiled to herself as she pulled out a thermos and two containers. She began to load everything up in their designated carrying devises.

Three days ago she had made a bet with her classmate about who would win the quidditch game that had occurred the day prior. She had lost, and in return she was forced to make a homemade lunch for him.

The brunette didn’t dislike cooking, far from it. And her betting partner hadn’t said anything about what he wanted so she had complete free range of what to make, something she simply adored. She carefully placed the containers of soup, rice, and peanut butter cookies into the paper bag along with a bottle of pop she knew he liked and picked it up off the counter. She turned to bid a thank you to the elves in the kitchen and say good bye.

Her ponytail bounced against her back as she made her way to the common room of the boy. She had a spring in her step because she knew he was going to like the lunch she made.

As she reached the door to the dungeon  she recited the password she was forced to learn from the boy. As she ducked in everyone stared and glared at her.

“Sorry to intrude,” She said politely, “Does anyone know where I can find Draco?”

“What do you want with him, Mudblood?” Pansy Parkinson sprung from the sofa and snarled at the brunette.

“That’s between him and I.” She told him, still holding that polite tone, “Is he here?”

By that point a handful of Slytherins had risen from their places and pulled out their wands, a few had a gall to point them at her.

“No.” The Slytherin girl hissed, “And even if he were he would never want anything from a stupid Mudblood like yourself, so do everyone a favor and die already!”

At the girl’s comment the Ravenclaw rolled her eyes, “Fuck off, Parkinson.” She bit, making the Slytherins recoil for a second, knowing her patience had run thin, “All you gotta say is ‘no, he’s not here, now leave before we tell a professor you’re here’. All this name calling and threats are not becoming of you. And they certainly don’t intimidate me. The rest of you should know by know what I can do even with my hands full, so put your wands away. I’ll take my leave now.”

She turned to leave the room, only to pause when hearing her name being called.

“Torri.”

She paused and looked over her shoulder to see the blonde she was looking for walking down from the dormitories.

“There you are.” She spat, “You know I’m not a delivery service. We agreed you’d be outside the kitchen waiting. I had to come looking for you.”

“Shut up.” The blonde hissed as he approached the brunette, “You lost the bet, I could have made it far worse than I did on you.”

“Oh, so I should be grateful?” She countered with a scoff.

“It would be a start.” He said with a smug smirk.

Torri let out a deep sigh before shoving the bag she was carrying into his arms.

“There.” She snarled, “I hope it’s to your satisfaction. And if it isn’t, please take it up with someone who actually cares, because that’s certainly not going to me.”

And with that she turned and left the common room to go up to the Ravenclaw Dorms so she could continue her studies.

Draco watched her leave with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He didn’t expect her to hand deliver it to him like that. Even with the less than pleasant word they exchange almost every day, he considered the Ravenclaw a friend whom he could trust.

“How entitled is that bitch?” Pansy hissed as the brunette left the room.

Draco bit his tongue so as not to say anything against the girl he despised. He simply turned and walked up to his room. Each of the Slytherins technically had their own rooms in a corridor with every other student of their same gender up some stairs. He closed the door and layed out everything Torri had made for him on his bed.

The containers that he had come to know as plastic were clear with brightly coloured lids on them, keeping the content hot and in there. He smiled as he lifted up a bottle of cola. He remembered the first time she had given him one, Torri had told him to shake it up really well so all the flavors would mix and he would get the best experience out of it. It exploded all over his uniform, face and hands. And all the while she was laughing as he tried desperately to clean himself up.

Torri had been a Muggle born witch, so after every summer she would bring back amazing muggle things to show and share with all the purebloods and everyone who hasn’t been exposed to it. Her first year she even became a pen dealer to most students because they didn’t require redipping.

He opened up the thermos to reveal the aroma of tomato soup, and the larger container to allow the delicious fumes of chicken, vegetables and spices to waft out at him. He ate every single bite of it. He found it unbelievably delicious. He knew better about the pop this time, but he used it to wash it down. When he opened the small container his heart warmed even more seeing the indents in the cookies. While Torri had always said she wouldn’t bake for people she didn’t like, he had managed to steal a couple of cookies the few times she had made them for other people, only to find out that they were amazing.

If anyone were to ask the blonde what he thought of her cooking he would turn his nose up and sneer, hissing that she nearly tried to kill him with her horrendous cooking abilities and he wouldn’t eat what she cooks again even if you payed him.

And never would admit, out loud at least, that the true reason he asked Torri to cook for him when she lost the bet was no because he wanted to sample her cooking skills. Rather, it was because every meal he had ever eaten had always been prepared by elves. He wanted to eat something that was prepared just for him, will love. And he knew quite well that she had liked to cook, and would do just that even if she was forced to do it. Because Draco knew that’s just the kind of girl she was. She never had much, but she always had love to give. Even if it was covered in curse words and sarcasm.

As the blonde finished off the last of his cookies, he had one final thought in his mind. And that was to make another bet with the Ravenclaw soon, perhaps he would even have enough guts to tell her the truth.