Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.
“Harry! Harry? What
are you – “
answers Hermione without looking away.
Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato.
explains again, “He – Look what he did.”
Hermione’s eyes remain
fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war
is over. We’re all on the same side.”
“No, look what he did
to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.
Hermione and Ron
finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair
“That is surprising,”
“Maybe someone cursed
him?” Ron suggests.
“I hope not,” Hermione
frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried
constricts. “That’s this week?”
“Yes, Harry. I thought
you were the one stalking him?”
“Well he has been
sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he
almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.
Hermione shakes her
head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him
“I’m not stalking,”
Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his
point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”
Hermione smiles wickedly
and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then
what do I usually eat for breakfast?”
Harry tries to eye her
plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries
to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”
“That’s what I
“I’m not stalking
Malfoy,” Harry tries again.
Ron sniggers into his
morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”
Hermione rests her
head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go
over there and ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
Hermione closes her
eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his
hair is blue.”
“I can’t – “
“Mate, just go,”
Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this
all day if you don’t.”
Malfoy looks up in
surprise 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 spoon
and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”
“No, I – why is your
hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.
One of Malfoy’s hands
automatically 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 with
it?” He asks.
“No, not at all. It’s
just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione
and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.
“it’s poetic, Potter.”
Harry turns back to
Malfoy shrugs, and
looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It
made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”
Harry considers this. “Your
mother?” He asks, softly.
“Yes,” Malfoy says
into his cereal.
“Do you – I mean,
would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say
Malfoy looks up,
sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”
Harry feels his cheeks
reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.
“Of course,” Malfoy
says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?
“And you might
A small smile plays on
the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”
“Right, I didn’t mean
to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”
Malfoy tilts his head
and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.
“Okay,” Malfoy finally
says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his
Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.
“Go ask him, already.”
Malfoy looks up. This
time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”
“You know what.”
Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten
Harry stares at Malfoy’s
hair. “Why green?”
Malfoy shrugs. “Just
felt like it.”
Harry frowns. He
wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he
“His eyes are as green
as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.
“His hair is as dark
as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered
the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”
Harry feels himself
“Maybe I should have
gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might
“You remembered the po
“I wrote the poem,”
Harry frowns “But I
always thought Ginny – “
Malfoy shakes his
“Does that mean you –
that you used to – “
Malfoy interrupts with
a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”
Harry gulps. “Yeah.”
“I thought that was
Harry feels like his
knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand
through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.
Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that
was also obvious, Harry.”
And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to
dust 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. He
has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.
Harry can’t stop
staring. Breakfast never stood a chance. Malfoy’s hair is pink.
He doesn’t even bother
to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin
side of the Great Hall.
Malfoy watches him as
he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “
Harry interrupts by leaning
down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run
through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is
on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.
Don’t ask why my watermark looks different there were technical difficulties. D:
So, looking through the Day and Night AU by @beanpots, I don’t see a lot of Yuri(o) and Phichit? Well, you know, why not do some myself? Since I did Viktor and Yuuri already, the other precious babies need time to shine! They’re a little less fancy cuz well, they technically aren’t as powerful, right?? Dawn and Dusk really have a similar set of colours though…Also I can’t draw people facing the left properly I cry I’m sorry Phichit!
Collision Course; Voltron Legendary Defender AU: Dads of Marmora; gen; 5,300+ words; PG-13; mentions of violence, tiny hints of Ulaz/Thace, but so little you have to squint with a telescope or something
Credit for this AU goes to @drisrt and this amazing picture that inspired this story. Also some lines of the dialogue are taken from the Blades of Marmora episode of Voltron.
Keith gets adopted by the Galra empire rebellion, basically.
Keith has barely three years of life on his cells, has
barely grown up to his Father’s knees and into his Mother’s laugh when he’s
thrown into the first sense of flying, of fleeing, of his Father solemnly
reading through the coordinates Keith doesn’t understand, that Keith thinks are
just a pretty game of lights, lights that remind him of his Mom’s knife.
He’s holding it, holding onto it, tries to find the
connection between the numbers and the faintest of glows, illuminating the
insides of his fingers, misses how his Dad flinches when he asks: “When will
Mom catch up to us?” already sleepy, already curling up beneath the safety
straps of his seat.
Gently, his Father’s jacket is tucked around him and
the scent is the lullaby that sings him into dazed, motionless dreams, the
remnants of home, the flickers of the unknown.
(He sleeps through the harsh descent, the crib of his
Father’s arms, the hushed ambush, the quietest of heists.)
big groups of friends, action films, sugary popcorn, creamy drinks, the scent of sweet caramel, the colour navy blue, play fighting, sleeping really late, taking risks, the company of best friends, the cutest expressions.
peaceful train rides, repeating songs, dark captivating eyes, silky hair, the taste of newly opened soda, smiling at strangers, daydreaming, grey scale with bright colours, high fiving friends.
the feel of fresh paper, the taste and scent of dark chocolate, sarcastic replies, expressive eyes, bright emotions, gentle touches, kisses on the hand, warm scarves, fingerless gloves.
soft sweaters, the scent of coffee, smooth clean hair, pale skin, vanilla, pattens in the stars, beautiful silence, holding hands, gorgeous eyes, cuddling, golden light, evening time, a good book, the colours brown and red.
warm sunlight, the feel of sand on your feet, the colours yellow and blue, cloudless skies, shining smiles, loose ponytails, freedom, ice cream on a hot day, playing childish games with friends.
prolonged eye contact, comforting whispers, soft cheek kisses, quiet music, late night talking, warm blankets, the scent of a new book, shy smiles, rain against a window, steely grey sky, heavy rain clouds, blue jeans.
cups of steaming tea, fluffy hair, sweet licorice, big heavy hoodies, sci-fi novels and series, silly faces, dark lighting, the colour silver, messy beds, sleeping through alarms, the scent of s fresh morning.
little inside jokes, hugs with friends, kisses on the neck, hues of green, dew-sprinkled grass, playful nudges, cheesy selfies, carving into trees, the scent of a forest.
the flicker of street lights at night, the gentle hum of cars in the distance, long and warm laughter, shorts and loose clothing, the cool midnight air, adrenaline rushes, short giggles, linking arms.
the scent of fresh fruit, neon colours, bright sunrises, singing slow songs, tracing patterns out of clouds, sweet ice popsicles, fuzzy socks, accidental hand touches, a glass of refreshing fruit juice.
clean pillows, hair in buns, a sip of fresh water on a warm day, amazing friendships, first crushes, the scent of coconut, showering in the morning, modern design.
running with the wind on your face, perfect grins, seashells, drawing on rocks with chalk, painting in to wet sand, bright hair, soft sea foam, pastel colours, little secret gifts, surprise tickles.