AN: another prompt from Drarry Lovers United on Facebook.
19. Harry steals Malfoys hair gel. To annoy him. Not to see what his hair would look like without it. It's to annoy him.
Harry sat at one of the tables in the 'eighth year' common room, attempting to finish his Defense homework. Normally, he could finish it in about an hour but this time he had made a mistake, and it was costing him his concentration. He had meant it as a prank, and while it had worked, he hadn't counted on his own reaction. He glanced up again to find where a very irritated Draco Malfoy was sitting across the room. His normally slicked-back, platinum hair hung past his ears in feather light waves, glinting in the fire's flickering light. He needed to focus, he really did. Sighing, Harry set up a modified shield charm that blocked his view of the common room surrounding him and got back to his essay.
Once he finished, he took down the shield charm and went to sit by Ron and Hermione by the fire.
"Did you finish your essay, Harry?"
"Of course I finished it, Hermione. It just took me a bit longer than usual, I was a little distracted."
"What did you have to be distracted about, mate?" Ron asked. "You were over in your corner with your shield up the whole time."
Unforntunately, Harry choose this moment to glance back up at Draco where he was caught staring. He blushed and quickly looked away.
"What did you say? Sorry, Ron."
"No worries, mate. I think I figured it out anyway." Ron did look slightly pale, the same as he always did when he tried see what Harry saw in other blokes.
"You know," Hermione began. "You could just give it back. He doesn't have to know you were the one who took it, and he would be back to looking like his normal self."
"That wouldn't help much, Hermione. I've already seen him like this, so even if he did start wearing it again I still wouldn't be able to get this out of my mind."
"He's got a point love. Even now, I'll still get caught up in thinking about when you dressed up for the ball this year."
"Fine, don't give it back then. But if he's still pissy tomorrow in Arithmancy, I'm blaming you and I don't care if it's actually because Pansy said something dumb again." Hermione stared at Harry for several seconds before checking her watch. "It's late, and I have to be up for my rounds early. I'm heading off to bed now. Good night." She hugged Harry, and kissed Ron before heading up the stairs to the room she shared with the Patils, and begrudgingly, Lavender.
"You probably should give it back to him Harry. At least that way, you can pretend like it never happened." Ron stood up and stretched, prompting Harry to do the same.
"I know. I should do it while all the Slytherins are still in the common room." There were too many of the boys who came back to redo their last year at Hogwarts for them to all share the same dormitory. None of the others were keen on sharing a room with Draco, Blaise and Theo in the first place, and so Harry had volunteered to be the odd man out.
"I still don't know how you do it. Trust them with your back turned all the time."
"I dunno." Harry just shrugged. He didn't really want to tell Ron that the reason he had volunteered in the first place was that he would get to share a room with three fit blokes who, once the door was closed, had no reason to wear anything other than their pants. He stopped walking once he reached his room. "I guess I'll see you in the morning then."
"Right. Night then." Ron waved and then continued up the stairs to his own room.
Harry turned into his room and went to his dresser where he had hidden the bottle of hair gel that he had hidden from Draco last night. Before he could find it to place back in its rightful location in the bathroom, the door opened behind him and Draco walked in.
"I couldn't help but notice, Potter, that you were a little distracted tonight." Draco smirked, his earlier irritation seemingly forgotten. He lightly tossed his head to the side to flick his bangs out of the way. The glimmer of the lamplight caught Harry's attention. "Is it something that I could help you with?"
Draco slowly stalked forward until he was standing just inches in front of Harry. He didn't know where he wanted to look first; the sterling grey eyes just above his own, or soft curtain of hair framing them. Of its own accord, Harry watched as his hand moved to caress the soft, white fringe in front of him.
"Ah," Draco whispered. "Now I understand why you ran off with my gel."
"I like it like this," Harry responded just as quietly. "I didn't know I would."
"In that case, you keep it. Clearly you need it more than I do." Draco's smirk softened a little before he leaned forward and lightly kissed Harry. "Good night, Potter."
Draco was on the other side of the room before Harry could say anything, which, he thought, was probably a good thing as Blaise and Theo chose that moment to arrive. Harry quickly changed into his pajamas and got into bed.
"Good night, Draco."