“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.