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“NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound. He heard another woman laughing nearby, and knew that Bellatrix gloried in McGonagall’sdespair.
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.