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.