Draco dying his hair light blue
Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.
“Harry! Harry? What are you – “
“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.
Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”
“Malfoy,” Harry 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 and all.
“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.
“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 this week.”
Harry’s chest 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 again.”
“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 thought.”
“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. “Poetic?”
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 that?
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 need…support.”
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 cereal.
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 me.”
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 points out.
“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.
Harry blinks, processing. “What?”
“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 blushing again.
“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.
“You remembered the po – “
“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.
Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “
Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”
“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 obvious, Potter.”
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.
And his hair is bloody pink.