Hair ties // Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco takes an interest in a Muggle-born reader, whose hair ties seem to always snap when she tries to put her hair up.
Draco Malfoy sat at the very far corner of the library, pretending to be immersed in his copy of Unfogging the Future as the other students around him worked on their homework or simply read for fun. Truth was, he couldn’t care less about Divination or Professor Trelawney’s –he was there waiting for someone.
Someone who didn’t even dared glance his way.
And he was okay with that; he was a Slytherin (and a pureblood) while she was a Muggle-born. They would never cross paths, he was sure of that. Still, he had acquired a certain fascination of watching her study at the same table on Wednesdays. Even if he could never talk to her, he wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of her presence.
He buried his nose back into the boring book as soon as he saw (Y/N) walking in, heading for her usual spot just three tables away from him. After a couple of seconds of re-reading the same line over and over again, he dared to look up, finding the girl pulling out her books from her bag and placing them on the table along with a scroll of parchment. Draco then watched as she took out a small flask of black tint, and a quill. Soon enough, she was working, and he had to read his book once again. Or at least, pretend to.
Nearly thirty minutes had passed since her arrival, when Draco noticed a different motion coming from her, other that wasn’t the constant dipping of the quill in the flask or hurried scribbling. He watched intently as she seemed to pull something from her wrist, to then grab her hair and comb it with her fingers until it was up in a ponytail, held together by her hand. (Y/N) pulled on the hair tie that lay on her wrist, and began to twist in in her ponytail, passing the strands of soft hair through the loop.
Draco watched dumbfounded as her fingers moved quickly around the back of her head, until he was taken back to reality by a snap and a hiss. He watched as (Y/N) sucked on her finger before pulling out a thick string out of her hair. The hair tie had snapped.
Mumbling a few curses under her breath, she packed her things in her bag and, in no time, she was out of the library.
The blond boy closed his book and decided to leave as well.
A week later, Draco Malfoy walked around the big aisles of books the Library owned, fishing for a book that might spark his interest while he waited for (Y/N)’s arrival. Just as he passed the Invisibility Section, he heard a pair of footsteps approaching the girl’s usual spot. He quickly dragged a book out of the bookshelf and opened it, pretending to be immersed on its content. He peeked discretely, noticing that it indeed was (Y/N) who had just entered the room. She placed her bag on the wooden table and proceeded to pass her fingers through her hair, pulling it up into a bun. Then, she pulled a black hair tie from her wrist, and just as she twisted it for the first time…
“Bloody hell!” she whispered, letting her hair fall back on her shoulders and taking her bag before stomping out of the library.
Draco huffed and closed his book angrily before stepping into the other aisle, in search for a useful book that might help him at the moment.
Two Wednesdays later, (Y/N) stepped into the library, carrying a heavy bag full of books and parchment next to her. She basically tossed it on the table, receiving a glare from Madam Pince, the librarian. (Y/N) pushed her bag aside and sat down, taking out her books and a large scroll of parchment. As she placed the quill on top of her open book, she searched on her wrist for a hair tie, noticing that she had forgotten to carry one.
A frustrated sigh left her lips, and she hopelessly introduced a hand to her bag, searching frantically for a hair tie and praying she had one with her. Just as she was about to give up, a paper swan flying in her direction caught her attention before it landed on her book, right in front of her. She glanced around, being too confused as to why the figure had been sent to her, or by whom. Carefully grabbing it, she opened the swan to find a small note written on its inside, along with a circular, black rubber.
A hair tie.
Examining the object curiously, she put it aside and began to read the note.
“The world might run out of hair ties because of you. To liberate you from your constant pain and bitterness, I gift this to you.
If you manage to break it, you’re a lost cause.
a fellow classmate.”
(Y/N) looked up and exanimated the room, trying to find the person who had sent her such gift. Seeing it was just Madame Pince and her, she focused once again in the hair tie, and pulled it. And she pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Amazed, she began to cut on the edge of it with the end of her quill, which was made of a sharp metal.
It didn’t break.
Happily, she began combing her hair upward, using her new hair tie, which was as unbreakable as the Unbreakable Vow, and then proceeded to open her book and dip her quill in tint.
There, hidden behind the Invisibility Section, stood a certain platinum blond boy, smiling proudly as he saw his plan had worked.