It always seems like there's a battle of the blondes....
Chapter One--Horror Beyond Death ; )
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, setting, etc. Duh.
A/N: AAH I LOVE DRACO!! HE'S ME HUBBY!! yep...ok so enjoy, and please please review!! i lob them and eat them and they make me very happy and full. naw just playin ; )
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The moon shined softly through the window, casting a glow on the bleak ivory floor. The silk curtains danced slowly in the night's breeze, the sweet smell of fresh air drowning out the foul oder of blood. Draco looked down upon the body resting so peacefully on the floor, the dead man's hate leaking out of him as he bled.
Draco retched and turned from the sight, and made motion was to leave when he heard a slight shuffle of footsteps. They were coming from the hallway. Draco stopped breathing for a second, narrowed his eyes and strained his ears--the familiarity of the sound hitting him like little daggers, and there was a soft groan as the door opened slowly. His mother walked steadily into the room, her eyes wandering from Draco, now heaving and coughing, to his father, bloodied and dead. Silently her eyes strayed to the curtains.
Her features melted from uncertainty to anger as she let out a small gasp.
"Draco," she said mournfully, "how many times did I tell you to make it a clean job?"
Draco stared at her mutely.
"The curtains, son, the curtains," she said in disgust, "His blood is all over them!"
"Right. The curtains," Draco retorted. Unable to take his mother's idiocy any longer, he turned on his heel and left.
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"Yellow," was all she managed to gasp out.
"Can it, Hermione," Ron yelped, eyes bulging, jaw dropped.
Harry didn't say anything. He looked sullenly out the window to hide his madly blushing face. He knew he had been stupid to try and give himself highlights. Especially considering the fact he had attempted this change with magic. Not only could he have been expelled--which he hadn't been, thank God, but he could have made a mistake--which he did. Harry found himself unable to rid himself of this cursed yellow mass, and appearently, the new look wasn't favored among his admirers.
"Harry, I can understand you were tired of black hair, but why on earth yellow?!"
"It's blonde," he muttered grumpily. Hermione shook her head.
"Blonde is used to describe people like Draco Malfoy," she began, (at this, Harry's head shot up,)--"though his is more silvery and way more attractive--" (at this, Ron almost slapped her,) "but Harry, what you've got is yellow either way you look at it."
"Malfoy!" Harry growled, looming over her angrily.
"Attractive!" Ron burst, joining Harry.
"Someone rang?" Malfoy said, pulling open the door and walking into the compartment. He looked around the room, inspecting Hermione--quite pretty, too bad she was in Gryffindor, Ron--idiot scum of a Weasly, still with that blinding hair and those damn freckles (why do girl find them so cute?) then to Harry--
"HOLY SHIT POTTER YOUR HAIR!" Draco cried, falling against the compartment door, wide-eyed and flabberghasted. Hermione and Ron chuckled as Harry glared at Malfoy.
"What, Malfoy, scared of a little hair?" Hermione said, giggling wildly at Malfoy's shocked expression. Draco quickly regained his composure--one of the hardest things he'd had to do in his life--the Muggle- lover looked like a banana.
"No Granger, I'm morally disgusted with it," Draco answered quite truthefully, still eyeing Potter's hair distastefully. "I know you hate me, Potter, so why the hell are you so intent on copying my styles?"
"The fact that he's copying your styles is what makes it look so bad, Malfoy!" Ron sputtered.
"I'm not copying his style!" Harry nearly screamed.
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said, smirking. This was just too good. Leaving the compartment with the threesome still in an uproar, Draco made his way from compartment to compartment, intent on spreading the word.
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A/N: ok whazzevah. if u want more r/r!! will be d/hr later on but it may take a while.
Chapter One--Horror Beyond Death ; )
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, setting, etc. Duh.
A/N: AAH I LOVE DRACO!! HE'S ME HUBBY!! yep...ok so enjoy, and please please review!! i lob them and eat them and they make me very happy and full. naw just playin ; )
***
The moon shined softly through the window, casting a glow on the bleak ivory floor. The silk curtains danced slowly in the night's breeze, the sweet smell of fresh air drowning out the foul oder of blood. Draco looked down upon the body resting so peacefully on the floor, the dead man's hate leaking out of him as he bled.
Draco retched and turned from the sight, and made motion was to leave when he heard a slight shuffle of footsteps. They were coming from the hallway. Draco stopped breathing for a second, narrowed his eyes and strained his ears--the familiarity of the sound hitting him like little daggers, and there was a soft groan as the door opened slowly. His mother walked steadily into the room, her eyes wandering from Draco, now heaving and coughing, to his father, bloodied and dead. Silently her eyes strayed to the curtains.
Her features melted from uncertainty to anger as she let out a small gasp.
"Draco," she said mournfully, "how many times did I tell you to make it a clean job?"
Draco stared at her mutely.
"The curtains, son, the curtains," she said in disgust, "His blood is all over them!"
"Right. The curtains," Draco retorted. Unable to take his mother's idiocy any longer, he turned on his heel and left.
***
"Yellow," was all she managed to gasp out.
"Can it, Hermione," Ron yelped, eyes bulging, jaw dropped.
Harry didn't say anything. He looked sullenly out the window to hide his madly blushing face. He knew he had been stupid to try and give himself highlights. Especially considering the fact he had attempted this change with magic. Not only could he have been expelled--which he hadn't been, thank God, but he could have made a mistake--which he did. Harry found himself unable to rid himself of this cursed yellow mass, and appearently, the new look wasn't favored among his admirers.
"Harry, I can understand you were tired of black hair, but why on earth yellow?!"
"It's blonde," he muttered grumpily. Hermione shook her head.
"Blonde is used to describe people like Draco Malfoy," she began, (at this, Harry's head shot up,)--"though his is more silvery and way more attractive--" (at this, Ron almost slapped her,) "but Harry, what you've got is yellow either way you look at it."
"Malfoy!" Harry growled, looming over her angrily.
"Attractive!" Ron burst, joining Harry.
"Someone rang?" Malfoy said, pulling open the door and walking into the compartment. He looked around the room, inspecting Hermione--quite pretty, too bad she was in Gryffindor, Ron--idiot scum of a Weasly, still with that blinding hair and those damn freckles (why do girl find them so cute?) then to Harry--
"HOLY SHIT POTTER YOUR HAIR!" Draco cried, falling against the compartment door, wide-eyed and flabberghasted. Hermione and Ron chuckled as Harry glared at Malfoy.
"What, Malfoy, scared of a little hair?" Hermione said, giggling wildly at Malfoy's shocked expression. Draco quickly regained his composure--one of the hardest things he'd had to do in his life--the Muggle- lover looked like a banana.
"No Granger, I'm morally disgusted with it," Draco answered quite truthefully, still eyeing Potter's hair distastefully. "I know you hate me, Potter, so why the hell are you so intent on copying my styles?"
"The fact that he's copying your styles is what makes it look so bad, Malfoy!" Ron sputtered.
"I'm not copying his style!" Harry nearly screamed.
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said, smirking. This was just too good. Leaving the compartment with the threesome still in an uproar, Draco made his way from compartment to compartment, intent on spreading the word.
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A/N: ok whazzevah. if u want more r/r!! will be d/hr later on but it may take a while.