Beware the shoe
Warnings and Disclamers:
1) This is a very random story. Please do not take seriously.
2) Again, I am a better editor than writer.
3) I own nothing. Not even the shoe.
4) (English teachers continue to cringe): I did not proof read.
"It all started with a girl and a shoe," Draco said looking at the therapist.
"A shoe?" Anna asked. After ten years of practice, she seen couples fight over the strangest things, but this was a new one.
"A shoe," Harry confirmed, looking angrily at Draco.
"Okay," she said, noting Harry's reaction on her note pad. "So what happened with the girl and the shoe?"
"Well," Draco began. "There was this girl wearing a purple and chocolate abstract-print woven fabric Jimmy Choo open-toe pump with a leather trim and bow on the front band and a four inch heel. It was…"
"A knockoff," Harry interrupted angrily. "A knockoff that gave me a new scar." He pulled up his pant leg and pointed to a small scar on his right leg. It was about the size of the heel of the shoe in question.
"Are you going to let me tell this story or not?" Draco yelled turning to Harry.
"Fine," Harry pouted because his new scar, unlike his old scar, didn't make anyone pay attention to him.
"Anyway, it was the most beautiful shoe I'd ever seen, but Harry kept insisting it was a knockoff so I decided we should get a closer look by pretending to be shoe salesmen. So we went up the girl and asked if she needed any help. She said she was looking for new running shoes. Running shoes! Can you believe it when she had such beautiful feet. They were feet made for open-toed sandals and heels."
"So you told her," Harry grumbled. He really was feeling very neglected because of Draco's new obsession with this woman, her feet, and her shoes. It was the reason why they were in therapy, but really Draco was doing nothing but talk about those stupid shoes.
"Anyway," Draco continued, ignoring Harry. "We showed her some shoes and while she went to the mirror to see how they looked I decided to rescue the Jimmy Choo's from her. She didn't appreciate them. She didn't love them. I had to save them."
"They're shoes!" Harry yelled exasperated. "How can rescue shoes?"
"Yes," Draco said sadly. "That's what the girl thought too. She ran after us yelling for us to give her back her shoes, but when I accidentally dropped one she just threw it at Harry. She was fast too. She might have caught us if we hadn't Disapparated." Draco sighed. "Still, at least I got to keep her lovely shoe."
"You kept it," Anna asked in shook.
"Of course," he said, pulling it out of his backpack and looking at it fondly. "I take it with me everywhere I go."
Harry fumed. Draco loved the shoe more then he loved Harry.
A/N: Just a random story I thought up while avoiding homework. As always, thank you for reading and please review.