Draco goes for a stroll
Draco waited until everyone had gone to bed and the corridors were completely empty before he left the Slytherin common room. He made his way up the spiral stair case that led from the torch lit dungeon corridors to the moonlit courtyard above. Here, in the cold square of wizard architecture he found a small, red shoe. Oh it was so bright and happy but then if you look at it again, in a different way, it became luscious and tempting. Draco lifted it from the ground and caressed it gently, resisting a temptation to lick the leather sole.
"Dracy baby?"
Draco jumped and tried to hide the shoe under his robes: he wasn't fast enough.
"Draco, honey? What's that- is that a shoe?"
"It's nothing Pansy, honest," he didn't want her to see it. It was his shoe. His precious.
Pansy came closer and snatched it of him, "This is a nice shoe." She looked into Draco's cold eyes and smirked, "You know who this reminds me of?"
"W-who?"
Pansy kissed the shoe and before walking back to the common room, she whispered, "Ronald Weasly."