Note: This is a flashback to how Draco got the shoes, set before the previous chapter. Yet again, I deny Druna fans of any romance. Read and review!
The library was someplace which Draco Malfoy was not usually found in. Yet that was exactly where he found himself sitting during practically all his free time, a dreamy look on his face.
"Hey Malfoy, what's with that look on your face? What girl are you thinking about?" Zabani Blaise shoved Draco playfully on the shoulder, a little bit too hard. Draco rubbed his shoulder, a stricken look on his face.
"I don't look lovestruck do I? Cos' I'm just thinking about…" He trailed off as he turned to see Luna Lovegood herself skip past him.
A few tense seconds passed by before Zabani started laughing hysterically -ignoring the livid face of Madam Pince, the librarian- and beat Draco (yet again, unnecessarily) on the back. "Lovegood? Out of all the girls in Hogwarts, you've fallen for Lovegood? You're mental, Draco!" He laughed again and went off without even letting Draco defend himself.
"Bloody hell, thanks to Loony's timing, now Blaise's gonna tell everyone he can tell about his absurd fantasy. You've got a lot of explaining to do." Draco moaned to himself before getting up and leaving the library, returning to his deep thoughts.
What he'd actually been looking at was not, in fact, Luna Lovegood, but her beautiful, magnificent shoes. They seemed to glint in even the barest amounts of lights, speckles of different colours reflecting onto everything. Luna claimed that it came from an AckleBackle (no doubt one of her many imaginary animals) but Draco was certain it was simply some leather tainted with Iridescence Essence, the same liquid used to make bubbles. It mattered not; all Draco needed to have were those shoes. And so he started formulating a plan.
After months of not exercising his brain, Draco unwillingly had to admit that he was a bit rusty, which was an understatement, but all that his narcissistic self could manage. It took him 10 minutes to remember which house Luna was in…then another 10 to remember where the entrance was. Upon realising that he was taking far too long to work out the basics, he tried to calculate how long he'd need to formulate the plan.
That action took up about half an hour's worth of work, but he finally reached the number. It was 8 days, provided that he worked non-stop. So make that 10.
"10 days to my own beautiful shoes… Wait for me, my darling shoes!" He accidentally exclaimed the last part out loud. Darn. He looked around the common room – empty, thank goodness.
'I have to be more careful of what I do if I don't want to ruin my tough, bad-boy reputation' he silently thought, mindfully noting to do 'scowling exercises' in front of the mirror that night to practice his grumpiness.