Hogwarts was thrown into turmoil and chaos when Harry Potter came to breakfast with silky, blonde hair, and Draco Malfoy arrived with black, spiky hair. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that a spell had gone wrong; but the circumstances of such a spell were so funny to think about it was almost awkward. Both of them looked so strange that everyone couldn't help but laugh, but the glares they got from both boys quickly shut everyone up.

The entire Great Hall fell silent when Harry and Draco met by the teacher's table. There was just a feeling in the air that something major was going to happen- and forks dropped, food was set down, and juice swallowed anxiously as all the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike, watched in anticipation. Even the teacher's table had fallen silent; this confrontation was sure to be good.

The two eyed each other for a long minute, standing a few feet apart. As intimidating as the scene looked, those who knew the two boys thought they still looked absolutely hilarious. Draco's pale skin clashed against his black hair, and Harry's tanner complexion looked strange with such light locks.

After another long minute, Harry began to smirk at Draco, while the other boy just looked infuriated. The silence obviously went on too long, as soon after someone from the Slytherin table screamed, "Say something already!"

There were a few nervous chuckles that resounded throughout the Great Hall. Harry, despite himself, smiled with them. Chancing a look up at the Head Table, Harry saw Dumbledore, in all his wisdom, smiling down encouragingly at him. Harry took this as a good sign, and he gave the slightest, almost inperceptible nod to Draco.

The reaction from the normally-blonde boy was immediate, and as soon as a single word came out of his mouth the room fell into silence once again.

"Darn it, Harry, why'd you have to steal my hair again?"

The reaction was immediate. The Great Hall fell into gasps and whispers. Not only had Draco Malfoy called his arch-enemy Harry, but he hadn't even blown his head off! It was unbelievable!

Soon enough, however, everyone turned back to the two in the middle of the Hall, waiting for the... something... that would surely come next. The students at this point, and even some of the teachers, were confused enough to not even know what to expect next.

Harry and Draco seemed to be conversing so quietly that not even the students sitting right next to them could hear their words. When they both stepped away from one another, the smiles on both of their faces looked extremely mischevious.

Harry sighed loudly. "Oh, fine. You want me to put it back, Drake?"

Both ignored the even louder gasps and whispered that ensued at yet another nickname, and just continued their little charade. It was quite obvious that they were both enjoying themselves, but no one could quite figure out exactly why.

"Yes, Harry, I would prefer it if you would give me my hair back! I like being blonde!" Draco's voice was now dangerously close to a whine, and despite what was happening, it was so comical that most of the students couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone was so enthralled with the scene going on in front of them that no one, not even any of the teachers, noticed Severus Snape rise up from his chair and slowly descend the steps to the main floor.

"Oh, you're such a baby!" Harry was saying, but there was a teasing note in his voice that made it very obvious he wasn't trying to be cruel. "Just 'cause you can't have your blonde hair for one day-"

"Only because you stole it!" Draco interrupted hotly, still smiling despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. "You little hair stealer-"

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter." The smooth, silky voice interrupted their act fluidly, and both boys turned with trepidation towards the Potions Master, who was standing behind them, looking quite intimidating. "May I ask exactly what you are doing?"

"Um-" Draco began, but Harry cut in.

"Well, sir," he said, emphasizing the word as if it were a curse, "I believe we are negotiating a deal as to the exchange of hair color."

Snape rolled his eyes, slightly infuriated. "Thank you for that astoundingly astute explanation, Mr. Potter," he said, his voice verging on a warning tone. "Surprisingly enough, I figured that much out for myself. Now if you please, Mr. Malfoy- care to explain what is going on?"

The change in Draco's demeanor was obvious, as his shoulders straightened out and his posture was corrected. The glare in his godfather's eyes was quite threatening, and Draco personally had no desire to witness the wrath of an angry Ex-Death Eater. However, he and Harry had a plan, and he was in no mood to change that.

Quickly making a decision, Draco took a deep breath and said, "Harry stole my hair, sir, and I'm trying to get it back."

Snape sighed yet again. "I also have understood that," he said quietly. "My question is, exactly how did this 'stealing of hair color' come about?"

"Well, sir-" Harry began, but was cut off by Draco once again.

"We were... um... studying last night-"

"Yeah, studying-" Harry butted in again.

"But then a spell went wrong-" Draco continued, shooting a glance at Harry.

"And somehow our hair colors were switched," Harry finished with a grin on his face, looking triumphantly at the Potions Master.

The school seemed to be waiting with an elated breath. There were no sounds in the room; it seemed, in fact, that no one was breathing as they watched the confrontation between the Potions Master and the two former-enemies who now seemed to be on the same side. Harry glanced over his shoulder briefly and saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, watching him; they knew of this plan, and although they didn't particularly support it, Hermione's genius had helped make it happen.

Finally, Snape spoke again, and this time his voice was full of a rather rude resentment. "That's the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard," he said coldly, looking from boy to boy in disgust.

Harry laughed, and the death glare Snape sent him in return should have been enough to freeze boiling water; however, the man just continued speaking.

"You're not even friends!" Snape exploded loudly. "How in the name of Merlin were you studying together?"

"Well," Harry began, "You see, all you have to do is sit down at the same table and look at the same book-"

"I PERFECTLY UNDERSTAND WHAT STUDYING IS, YOU INSOLENT CHILD!" Snape roared. "My question," he began again, taking a deep, shuddering breath, "Is how you two came to be... close... enough to not kill one another when you're in the same room."

"It's because-" Draco cut in, "Well, I suppose it's because we discovered something else is more important."

"And that would be?" Snape asked, trying to calm himself down, without much success.

Draco and Harry both smirked at him and said, "That's for us to know, and for you to find out."

Then, both turned in unison and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving behind a stunned Snape and a shocked hall of students.

Only those in the back of the room saw that the two were holding hands as they walked out.

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Once they had successfully reached an empty classroom, Harry pulled Draco in and slammed the door, laughing. "I can't believe they fell for it!" He gasped, clutching his stomach and nearly falling over. "They fell for it!"

"I know!" Draco said, grinning. "And did you see the look on Snape's face?"

"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed. "It was priceless-"

But suddenly the smile fell off Draco's face, and he dropped to sit on one of the desks. "You know that now, Harry, we have to convince them that we really aren't gay?"

Harry stopped smiling too. "Oh, crap."