Things I Am Forbidden To Do To Malfoy

I am not allowed to buy Malfoy a bottle of blond hair dye for his birthday.

Great Hall, Slytherin Table, 8:10

"Hey," I said as I shyly sat across the table from him during breakfast. He looked up with a curious glance, probably because I should have been sitting with my year. I changed my mind about that though when he remarked, "God, how unlike your sister you are. She would be all over me flirting shamelessly."

I flushed and thought smugly to myself about how if that was what he thought, he was about to get the surprise of his life.

I pulled out a paper wrapped present from under the table. "Happy Birthday Draco."

He took it and held it up for everyone to see. God, what a spoiled braggart!

He slowly opened it, keeping the attention of the whole table. When he saw what was inside, however, his face flushed a brilliant red and he looked up and hissed at me through clenched teeth, "You are so dead, brunette."

I stood up and as I skipped back to my friends, I called over my shoulder, "At least mine is natural!"

I am not allowed to ask him to pose for a portrait and then give him a painting of a ferret.

Mandatory Inter-House Art Class, By the Great Lake, 11:30

"Today, class, we will be learning the art of drawing a face. I will pair you up with another student. You are to draw a portrait of them as good as you can. Alright then, Miss Daphne Greengrass and Mr. Vincent Crabbe, Miss Flora Carrow and Mr. Marcus Flint, Miss Pansy Parkinson and Mr. Harper, Miss Astoria Greengrass and Mr. Draco Malfoy…"

Draco and I look at each other. I expect to see him glaring at me, but to my surprise, a smug grin slowly starts appearing on his face. Oh shit! He is soo up to something. Well, two can play the game. We set up are canvas's opposite each other and begin to paint…..

3 hours later:

"How's my painting looking, Greengrass?" Malfoy sneers. "Yours is almost finished, but then, mine would take much longer to do. Have to get my face copied perfectly. After all, there can't be a single flaw otherwise it wouldn't be me, huh?"

"Oh, no," I smile, falsely sweet. "We can't be having any flaws. But I'm done. I amazingly managed to get your whole personality in there."

"Your done? Already? Let me see!"

He comes to stand next to me and grins when he sees the perfect picture of the ferret I drew. He walks back to his canvas and beckons for me to come over. And on that canvas, smirking back at me with big brown eyes, is a brown cougar. I gasp.

"Flirting with boys older than you is never gonna work. Try flirting with someone younger than you."

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