Break the Rules(Draco Malfoy One-Shot)

“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)

“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)

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.