Title: Draco's Bad Day
Summary: Something has happened to Draco but he doesn't want to believe it.
Disclaimer: None of this is true. I own nothing.
Authors Notes: My bad attempt at humour. Hope you like it 8D
Draco stared in shock.
'No! It's not happening! It can't be happening!'
He couldn't believe that this could be happening to him. It shouldn't be happening. It was unreal. Totally impossible.
'It's a dream! It's a dream!'
Not him. Never him. No, no, no, no! Please, no!
'Not possible!'
He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.
'Can't be real! It's all just a harmless dream! Not real! I'll just wake up now!'
It looked real, but then some dreams do look extremely realistic.
'Wake up!'
He closed his eyes and pinched himself sharply on the arm.
'Ow! Fuck! Bitch, that hurt!'
He slowly opened his eyes. No change. Panic set in.
'Oh God! Oh God!'
Fast, harsh pants. Whimpers fell from trembling lips. His eyes bore into the identical ones opposite him. He raised shaking hands to his temples as his forehead twinged in pain. He moaned in misery.
'Ow! Why does my head hurt so much?'
Now that he had acknowledged it, the pain got worse. Then it clicked.
'It's 'cause I drank too much last night! It's a hallucination! I must still be drunk!'
Relief. Pure, sweet relief. It wasn't real. It wasn't real!
"Draco!"
His head whipped around to face the door. His relief was still written plainly on his face.
"Hey, Dray. What are yo- Whoa! What happened to your hair mate?"
Shock. His head whipped back to the mirror. Eyes wide, he grabbed a handful of his hair, and tugged. That hurt!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was true. Some one had dyed his hair. Orange. He stared at his reflection in shock.
Who does this? This cruel trick of dyeing respectable people's hair orange. Why orange? Why?
Laughter pulled him out of his shock.
"Loving the Weasley look!"
He turned to see his dorm mates standing in doorway, laughing at him. His eyes narrowed. How DARE they!
He whipped out his wand and started running towards them as he shot stinging hexes at their quickly retreating backs.
"I'll show you! How dare you laugh at a Malfoy! Come back here!"