Draco dying his hair light blue
Harry can’t stopstaring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.
“Harry! Harry? Whatare you – “
“Malfoy.” Harryanswers Hermione without looking away.
Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato.“What?”
“Malfoy,” Harryexplains again, “He – Look what he did.”
Hermione’s eyes remainfixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The waris over. We’re all on the same side.”
“No, look what he didto his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.
Hermione and Ronfinally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hairand all.
“That is surprising,”Hermione admits.
“Maybe someone cursedhim?” Ron suggests.
“I hope not,” Hermionefrowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retriedthis week.”
Harry’s chestconstricts. “That’s this week?”
“Yes, Harry. I thoughtyou were the one stalking him?”
“Well he has beensadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as healmost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.
Hermione shakes herhead. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking himagain.”
“I’m not stalking,”Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove hispoint. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”
Hermione smiles wickedlyand Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, thenwhat do I usually eat for breakfast?”
Harry tries to eye herplate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately triesto remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”
“I’m not stalkingMalfoy,” Harry tries again.
Ron sniggers into hismorning omelette. “Sure, mate.”
Hermione rests herhead in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you goover there and ask him?”
Hermione closes hereyes in obvious exasperation. “Why hishair is blue.”
“Mate, just go,”Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like thisall day if you don’t.”
Malfoy looks up insurprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”
“Malfoy.” Harry nods.He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.
Malfoy drops his spoonand pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”
“No, I – why is yourhair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.
One of Malfoy’s handsautomatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment.After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem withit?” He asks.
“No, not at all. It’sjust – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermioneand Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.
Harry turns back toMalfoy. “Poetic?”
Malfoy shrugs, andlooks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. Itmade sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”
Harry considers this. “Yourmother?” He asks, softly.
“Yes,” Malfoy saysinto his cereal.
“Do you – I mean,would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just saythat?
Malfoy looks up,sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”
Harry feels his cheeksreddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.
“Of course,” Malfoysays with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?
“And you mightneed…support.”
A small smile plays onthe corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”
“Right, I didn’t meanto say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”
Malfoy tilts his headand looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.
“Okay,” Malfoy finallysays, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to hiscereal.
Harry can’t stopstaring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.
Malfoy looks up. Thistime he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”
Malfoy smirks. “Enlightenme.”
Harry stares at Malfoy’shair. “Why green?”
Malfoy shrugs. “Justfelt like it.”
Harry frowns. Hewonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” hepoints out.
“His eyes are as greenas a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.
Harry blinks,processing. “What?”
“His hair is as darkas a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conqueredthe Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”
Harry feels himselfblushing again.
“Maybe I should havegone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry mightmelt.
“You remembered the po– “
“I wrote the poem,”corrects Malfoy.
Harry frowns “But Ialways thought Ginny – “
Malfoy shakes hishead. “Nope.”
“Does that mean you –that you used to – “
Malfoy interrupts witha roll of his eyes. “Like you?”
“I thought that wasobvious, Potter.”
Harry feels like hisknees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a handthrough his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.
Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought thatwas also obvious, Harry.”
And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment todust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.
Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. Hehas to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.
Harry can’t stopstaring. Breakfast never stood a chance. Malfoy’s hair is pink.
He doesn’t even botherto take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherinside of the Great Hall.
Malfoy watches him ashe approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “
Harry interrupts by leaningdown and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally runthrough that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face ison fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.
And his hair is bloodypink.
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