So, I had this incredible urge to finally write a Harry/Draco fic. So here it is ! Enjoy.
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People found it unusual that Draco Malfoy wore a hat to dinner. He knew this, of course, because as he sat down at the Slytherin table, people stared at him with genuine curiosity and a few snickers were heard. He must've looked ridiculous, coming from a high class, pure blooded family, and yet strolling into the Great Hall wearing a hat. He had hoped they wouldn't pay attention to etiquette, and tugged on the brim of the hat, pulling it further down.
"Whats with the getup?" Several students surrounding them looked over, obviously wanting to know why the High-and-Mighty Draco Malfoy had decided to hide his head this evening. He glowered at them until they turned their heads the other way.
"None of your business. I can wear a hat, can't I?" He glanced over at Pansy Parkinson, glaring.
She leaned in close to whisper, "take that silly thing off," she couldn't help but giggle as her eyes raised to the hat, "you look stupid."
He shrugged, ignoring her. He knew Potter was getting some kind of kick from this, because Weasley was pointing at him shamelessly and laughing, pointing it out to the Gryffindor students. He shot them a nasty look. Pansy opened her mouth to speak once more, but much to Draco's relief, Dumbledore rose to his feet at the High Table, and the Great Hall fell silent.
"Before we begin our wonderful meal," he began, his eyes twinkling, "I'm sorry to say that a new rule has been passed during meal times."
Draco grew pale when Dumbledore eyed the hat on his head. "A few faculty members have requested that hats may not be worn by students while we are eating," he said apologetically, "there have been a couple incidents where strange things have been hidden in them, brought into the Great Hall, and have caused mischief."
Draco clenched his fists, and he shot a glare at the Weasley twins, not caring if they could see it or not.
Everyone knew that the Weasley twins loved mischief, and Draco didn't know how they got away with it so many times. A couple months ago, they stuffed strange candies in hats they wore, hiding them from the suspicious eye, and brought them into the Great Hall. But when foot-long tongues rolled out of Slytherin mouths, and people found themselves hopping on the tables and chanting embarrassing songs, all fingers pointed to the twins. Of course, they took a bow and admired their work.
"The Great Hall is heated well, so there should be no other reason to be wearing a hat," Dumbledore finished, and looked towards Malfoy. As did the rest of the student body. He was the only student wearing a hat, and everyone had noticed.
He felt his pale cheeks blush pink, and latched his fingers onto the brim of his hat, pulling it firmly onto his head. Dumbledore smiled apologetically, "now, now, Mister Malfoy, rules are rules, please take off your hat." The hat didn't budge, and students began to snicker, looking from the Headmaster to the stubborn Malfoy.
Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table, seeing brilliant green eyes peering at him with curiosity. He wasn't laughing as hard as the others, and seemed genuinely . . . was it concern ? He shook off the thought. Probably just waiting for the big finale.
As expected, Snape had stood up and pulled out his wand, immediately shouting, "Accio!" The hat wrenched from Draco's fingers, and betrayed him, shooting over to Snape's grasp. The blond felt the blood drain from his face, and he lowered his head to the table as laughter immediately broke out through the Slytherin table, which was then soon joined by the rest of the tables. Whoever did this to him, they would pay, he swore.
He could hear Pansy laughing, and talking at the same time. He wondered how it was possible to do that without wheezing, and blissfully imagined her passing out from lack of oxygen. "W-what..." a fresh set of giggles stopped her from speaking clearly, "did you do... t-to your," she snorted, "hair!"
He stood up immediately, unsure if he was blushing or if he was pale and clammy, but didn't care. He just had to get out. He almost tripped over his own feet as he sidestepped the giggling students, and snuck a glance over at Potter. Granger and Weasley were laughing their heads off, but Potter, with his brilliant green eyes, untidy dark hair which seemed to fit him well, and thin but firm lips, was only smiling. Smiling! He was obviously amused, but he didn't find it hysterical like everyone else seemed to. Confusion blossomed in his chest, before he pushed the giant doors open, and stomped out of the Great Hall, into the nearest, empty bathroom.
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He furiously shoved a comb through his platinum blond locks, knowing it was futile, but never ceasing his violent attacks. This morning, when he smoothed hair gel over his hair, trying for his usual hairstyle, the hair gel did the exact opposite! It had decided to come alive and cause abnormal, large spikes of hair to stick out from his head, as well as dye certain parts strange colors. It wasn't finished, apparently, because it decided to grow the back into what looked like a mullet. He looked absolutely ridiculous. He had green, pink, and blue sections in his hair, which was sticking out at odd and unbalanced, awkward angles, and what looked like a long tail of hair that didn't look attractive at all!
Ceasing his hand movements, he tossed the comb at the wall and held his face in his hands. Nobody would forget this incident, never! And if he could only get his hands on the person who charmed his hair gel ...
He heard a sudden knock on the door, and paled at the thought of someone coming in to laugh at him some more. He pulled out his wand to charm the door with his best locking spell, but was too late. The door squeaked as it opened, and a face popped into view. Draco felt anger and embarrassment boil his blood, and he got to his feet, holding his wand out in front of him.
"What do you want, Potter?" He spat, "came here to laugh at me in private?"
Harry didn't respond, and entered the room quietly, shutting the door behind him. He stepped forward only once, and stared at Draco, his eyes roaming over the ridiculousness that was his hair. The amusement was still apparent, Draco noticed, and the silence was disgustingly annoying. The last person he wanted in here was Potter, the so-called Chosen One, that everyone seemed to favorite and adore and just swoon over.
"For fuck's sake! Answer me, Potter!" He snarled, jabbing his wand in the boys direction threateningly, "what do you-"
A sudden thought came to his mind. Potter was the one... who had charmed his hair gel! It had been so obvious, that Draco felt angry with himself for not realizing it before. The way Potter had stared at him in the hall, seemingly waiting for something to happen, and his simple amusement while everyone laughed shamelessly at him. Now he was just watching him silently, driving Malfoy insane.
"You dare do this to me," he growled, ignoring the confusion that lit up Harry's eyes. What an act. "You're a fool for coming here without any backup," he poised his wand ready at him.
"Wait, no, Malfoy I-"
He didn't bother stopping, and fired a hex at him without hesitation. Harry was taken aback, and it took a few seconds before the hex began to take effect. Malfoy stepped back to admire his work, and burst out laughing. Potters dark, unruly hair had grown at an alarming rate, and only stopped when it reached the floor. His skin was covered in large, angry warts, and his two front teeth became larger than the rest.
"Y-you.. look," he felt tears brim his eyes, as he struggled to talk between his fit of giggles, "you look so ..!" He didn't need to finish, because Harry had looked into the mirror behind Draco and shrieked. Draco was soon knocked to the floor, and he felt a blow to his face a couple times before Potter had begun tugging on Draco's stupid multi-colored locks.
"Ouch! Let go, Potter!" He blindly waved his arms around, smacking Harry's wart-covered face a couple times before stopping in disgust.
They must've made quite a ruckus because Professor McGonagall had burst into the room, along with Severus Snape and a few other faculty members Draco was too distracted to notice.
"Enough!" Professor McGonagall thundered, and the two boys immediately froze. "Stand up, both of you." They shoved away from each other, standing in front of the two most feared professors in Hogwarts. It got even worse, when they saw the rest of the student body standing right outside the bathroom doors, peering in and giggling when they caught sight of the two of them.
"My office, now," McGonagall said, her lips forming a tight, thin line, before she stormed out of the bathroom. Professor Snape eyed them with an amused expression on his face, before following her soon after. Draco noticed Harry tense, and knew they both had to walk out of the room, into public eye, looking like this. Not to mention they were in for one heck of a punishment.
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The two boys had managed to get into McGonagalls office, bearing the laughter. Potters cheeks had reddened but it was hard to tell under all those irritated warts, and Draco's normally pale complexion had burned so much, he was sure they were red. They now sat in front of McGonagalls desk, silent in anxiety to get this over with.
The Professor herself, was sitting across from them, staring in what appeared to be a very pinched, distraught expression. "I am very, very disappointed in the both of you. Especially you, Potter." Draco felt himself grin, but it soon left his lips when she turned her attention on him, "you shouldn't be smiling, Mister Malfoy. You look just as ridiculous as he. Why, may I ask, did you hex Mister Potter?" He saw her eyes leave his face for a moment to stare at his hair again, as if she hadn't had enough.
"Because it was obviously him who did this to me!" He said angrily, pointing to his hair.
"I did not!"
"Of course you did, Potter! Don't lie to me!"
"Silence!" McGonagall shouted, rubbing her temples. "I don't care who started this, or what happened, but you two are going to be punished." They sat in an awkward silence as she began to read a parchment on her desk. "You two will have detention for a month, together, writing lines and running any errands that may pop up." Draco didn't think it was that bad, but it was probably because they had already looked so horrible. "And, twenty points from both houses."
She looked at them, "Mister Filch wants help polishing the trophies in the trophy room, go there now."
The two, grimacing at the thought of being together, and with Filch, stood up and turned to leave. Draco glowered at the ridiculous looking boy, suppressing laughter.
"Oh and boys. You will not be allowed to use magic while doing any of the errands given to you. Detention and the chores will be your top priority, if Quidditch practice is at the same time, you will not go to Quidditch, you will go to detention, or sweep the floors with muggle tools."
Draco felt his chest tighten in disappointment, but said nothing as the two of them left the office.
"Malfoy, listen-" Potter said finally, breaking the silence.
"Don't speak to me, Potter. This'll be much better if I don't have to hear your voice," he muttered roughly. He didn't dare look at Harry's expression, and continued walking down the hall, barking a "shut up!" to the students that passed by them, giggling wildly.
This was going to be a long month.
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Part 1/2