*Draco's P.O.V.*
I strutted through the halls, looking for Ravenclaw students. Y/N had not shown up at lunch, and her room mates wouldn't talk to me. Not even Luney Lovegood, and she doesn't discriminate. The three girls left as soon as they were done, bringing a plate with things that I knew were Y/N's favorite. She was probably in her dorm. I wonder if I could get in… "Oi! You! Ravenclaw!" I said, getting the attention of a boy with a giant book in his hands. "Get me into your common room." "Absolutely not, Malfoy! I don't know what you're up to, but I do know that I don't trust you!" He said
"You don't have a choice. Get me into your common room or I'll make you!" "You're bluffing! What would a Slytherin such as yourself want to do in Ravenclaw Tower?!" "We both know that you and the rest of your house don't care what happens to Y/N, so why don't you just let me in?" I said, causing him to relax a little. "Oh. You want that wench?" He asked. "Why didn't you just say so? Come on, I'll get you in." "Don't you ever call her a wench, again, you filthy excuse for a wizard!" I growled, pointing my wand at the nape of his neck. "Now, start walking." He lead me up to Ravenclaw Tower, to door with only an eagle shaped door knocker.
"If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it. What is it?" The doorknocker asked. "... A secret." He said, after a moment's hesitation. The door opened, revealing a spiral staircase to a room themed in blue. "The girl's dorms are that way, but be warned, the girl's staircase has a tendency to block boys out." The boy said, pointing to a stairway on the left of a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. I nodded at him, and he went off to a couch to sit with that ridiculously large book.
I took one step up the staircase, but was pushed back by an invisible force. One girl with dark skin and an unruly black ponytail laughed. "What are you trying to do? Slytherin to one of the girls' beds?" She taunted. "I'm actually looking for Y/N Snape. I have a hunch that she's in her dorm." The girl snorted. "Do something particularly nasty to her, Malfoy. We all hate her." I growled. "I do what I please, now help me get up to her dorm." "If you want to walk up the ladies' staircase, you have to walk the the ladies' way." She said, grinning evilly. "And how on earth do I do that?" I asked, annoyed with this wench. She bent down and removed her wedge sandals. "These will help." She held them up in front of me.
I frowned. "Not on your life." "Please," She pouted. "I'm just trying to help you…" "I'm not wearing women's shoes! I don't even know how you walk in those things!" "Pain is beauty." The girl shrugged. "Besides, I'll be there to make sure you don't fall." I didn't move for a few seconds, before sighing and snatching up the shoes. "Fine, but if this is just a ruse and you're trying to make me look stupid, then I'm going to hex you." I grumbled, sitting on a couch and taking off my shoes and socks. "It's not a ruse, I promise." She said, kneeling in front of me to help me cram my feet into the shoes.
Once they were on, I stood up from the couch, wobbling a little. The girl stepped back to look me over, before stifling a giggle. "You look so silly!" She blurted out. I flicked her in the forehead. "Ouch!" She whined. "I may look silly, but your feet must be huge if I can actually fit my foot inside your shoes." I retorted. She pouted. "Just for that, I'm going to find a reason for you to wear a mini skirt!" "Good luck," I snarled. "Let's go." I started strutting towards the staircase, which was easier than I expected. "Yes! Strut your stuff, queen!" The girl teased, squealing when I grabbed her arm and dragged her along. When I got to the staircase, however, I gulped.
"Oh, and one other thing." The girl said. "You and anything that isn't immune to testosterone can't touch the staircase, that includes the walls and railings." "Oh, so the shoes are immune to testosterone?" I sassed back. "Correct, but you can't hold onto the railings." She said. "But, what if I fall?" "I'll catch you!" She grinned. "Come on!" She pushed me up the stairwell. "Watch it! I almost tripped!" I complained, balancing myself on the first step. "Alright… Let's do this…" After fifteen minutes, I finally made it up five steps! "How much further?" I asked the girl. "Only 15 more steps to go." She replied cheerily. "15?!" I cried. "It's going to take an hour for me to get up these steps at this rate!" "I understand, but if you go any faster, you may trip!" She said. I sighed. "You know what? I'm willing to take that risk!" I declared, running up the staircase.
On the last step, I stumbled. I braced for the force field to send me flying back down, but it never did. I sighed. "Thank Merlin." The girl said. "I was scared you were going to slip." "Thank you for your concern, can I take these shoes off, now?" I asked, annoyed. "Sure." She said. I sat down on the floor and yanked off the shoes. "I hate these torture devices." I grumbled, setting them to my left, and putting on my real shoes. "Like I said, beauty is pain." The girl said. "Enjoy your time in the girl's dormitory. Y/N's room is the last floor before you reach the bathrooms."
As she walked away, I called back. "You said that pain is beauty, not the other way around!" "So you were listening!" She replied. I groaned, and went down to Y/N's dorm. She was asleep in her bed, with her headphones by her side. I spotted the empty plate on her desk. She must've ate lunch here. I spotted a journal on her desk. It was a plethora of quotes by some muggle writer named Shakespeare. I picked it up, sat on her bed by her legs, and began to read aloud.
*Y/N's P.O.V.*
"I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike. So is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father." A masculine voice stirred you from your slumber. You opened your eyes to find a certain blonde sitting at the foot of your bed. He turned to look at you with an insufferable smirk on his face. "I suppose you have a reason to have marked this particular page? Probably feel as though it's rather relatable, do you?" You chucked your pillow at him, growling at him to get out. He just hummed, before turning to the previous page. "Though she be but little, she is fierce." He said, grinning. "The lady doth protest too much methinks."
"Get out, you pompous twat! How the hell did you get in here?!" You interrogated. "Well? Which do you want from me? My absence, or an answer?" You groaned, clawing at your (h/c) hair. "Answer me and then get out!" He smiled, before frowning at you. "Let's just say that I now believe that women's shoes are torture devices and I promise that I will never expect you to wear wedges for me." "Why would I wear anything for you to begin with?" You asked, before he turned his head to you with an arched eyebrow, as if to say, "You do realize how that could be interpreted, right?" Your face flooded red, and you kicked him off your bed. "Oh my God, you pervert! You know that I didn't mean it like that!" You yelled. "I meant that I wouldn't wear fancy clothes just because you want me to!"
He chuckled, getting up off the floor where he had fallen. "You kick rather hard, Y/N." He said, rubbing the small of his back. "That's what you get. Now, get out." You said, pointing to the door. "But you're happy to see me, aren't you, Miss I'm-trying-not-to-smile?" His nickname was growing increasingly true. You'd been trying to control the upward twitching of the corners of your mouth. It only grew more difficult when he commented on it. You flipped him off, crossing your legs indian style. "Why, Y/N, I didn't know you wanted me in such a way." He said, causing you to blush even more, but your smile dropped, and you swatted at the back of his head.
"You are an insufferable prick, you know that?" You huffed. "Maybe to the rest of the Non-Slytherins, but you can't seem to get enough of me." He said, laying back so that his head rested back in the cradle your crossed legs had made. You pushed him off, and straightened out your legs so that your feet were pressed up against his back, keeping him from leaning back again. He turned to look at you with a pout, before turning the pages. "The course of true love never did run smooth." He read aloud. "Oh, give me that!" You scowled, reaching for the book, but he held it out of reach. "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
"That one doesn't even relate, Draco!" You said, retracting your legs so that you could reach further to try and retrieve your book. This actually caused Draco to fall back again, and you were positioned doggy style over top of him. This caused both of you to blush because you were practically in the 69 position. You snatched the book and got off the bed. Pulling Draco with you, you opened the door and flung him out. "Get out." You said, before slamming the door in his face. He just stood there, before turning around and asking through the door, "Do you want me to atleast take your plate down to the kitchens?" "I'll get it at dinner!" You replied, angrily. "O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!" He quoted a verse, he'd scanned over in those pages.
Silence. After a moment of silence, you opened the door with your wedge boots on and latched onto his arm. There was stubborn little pout on your lips, one that he couldn't help but find to be absolutely adorable. "There are some days when I hate both you and Shakespeare with a fiery passion, you know that?" "You always cool back down when you latch onto my arm." He said, smiling. You pouted even more, but clung to his arm with your head resting on his shoulder. When he reached the stairs, he stopped. You sighed, sat down on the first step, and patted the space next to you. He hesitated, before sitting down and scooting up next to you. Right as the stairs smoothed into a slide, you grabbed Draco's arm and the two of you slid down the stairwell together.
Let's just say that the girl who lent Draco her shoes was not very happy to see you latched onto his arm. She had been looking forward to seeing you run out of the dorms, through the common room, to Professor Flitwick's office with tears in your eyes and some embarrassing curse. Then again, so had everyone else. You sighed, looking at the ground, as Draco lead you out of the common room. Once you were far away from Ravenclaw turf, you realized that you still had your book of quotes from Shakespeare. Draco eyed the book with curiosity, and you noticed. So you held up the book and said, "Would you like to read with me?" After a second of decision, Draco nodded, so you both went to find a little niche in corridors, somewhere.