Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter. One could only hope. Sigh. This is my first fan fiction. Please don't kill me. Review!
Oh My God. This simply was not happening to me. To me! When I get my hands on him...
"Hey, Lily!" I twisted around to see him.
"Potter! Do you see what you've done? My. Hair. Is. Purple."
He visibly cringed away.
"Well you see Lilykins; I thought that your hair was so beautiful and glowing with Lily-ness that I wanted everyone to notice. So I got this blue gel thing to put in your hair that was supposed to give an aura around it. cough I cough diditwhileyouweresleeping. cough .cough. Except... it...ummm... apparently does not go well with red hair..."
"So now it's purple." I said calmly but glaring at him.
Potter looked frightened. "...Yes?"
"Do I look happy about this purpling?"
Potter smirked at this. Oh he would not go there...
Winking he said,
"Let's go inside your room and I'll show you how happy purpling can be."
...and he would.
"Yeah, sure Potter. Let's go to my room. I can use a silent spell too if you like..."
Potter stared at me wide eyed opening and closing his mouth.
"...so nobody will here you screaming when I kill you. Then I will just apparate away YOUR DEAD BODY! Did you honestly think I was really suggesting doing what you thought we were going to do, with you?"
"No, but a man can dream can't he?" Potter sighed.
"Not even there, Potter." I turned to go - BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I rolled over to stop the alarm clock.
I don't know why I had that dream about Potter and purple hair. It was so weird.
As I finished getting dressed and grabbed my bag to get to Transfiguration, something noticeably purple caught my eye in the mirror...
Hogwarts heard a very loud shriek that day and it sounded distinctly like the name, Potter.