"Maria!" Hermione shrieked.
"What? What's wrong?" she replied.
"Your hair!"
"Oh, that," she giggled. "Do you like it?"
"It's great, but when'd you do it?"
"Last night, I wanted a change." Maria explained.
"Oh," she paused. "Could you help me do mine sometime?"
"Yeah, I see you with a red streak." Hermione smiled and they dressed contemplating colours.
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Hermione and Maria met up with Harry and Ron in the Griffindor common room.
"Bloody hell Maria what did Malfoy do to you?" Ron asked his mouth hanging open.
"Nothing, he's in the hospital wing after Peeves attacked him," she explained.
"Hospital wing?" Harry asked shocked.
"The house cup landed on his head thanks to Peeves," she stated with a slight smile.
"What happened to your hair though? It looks like Malfoy's," Ron questioned.
"Oh, I did it, too both of us,"
"You dyed Malfoy's hair! Cool!" Ron was visibly impressed. Together they headed to breakfast.
Afterwards they split up Harry and Ron went to divination, Maria to natural magic and Hermione to arithmancy. They promised to meet up at dinner; Maria's excuse for not seeing them at lunch was that she needed to do homework.
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Maria saw Draco sat at a quiet table in the library. She walked passed him and then left not saying a word. She walked outside into the grounds and headed towards the lake. The grass crunched under her feet. She could hear Draco following.
She stared out across the water, the silvery blond appeared next to her.
"Bristol," she turned and glared. "Maria thanks."
"What's wrong Draco?" she asked looking at his puzzled expression. "Scared?"
"Draco Malfoy is never scared," he replied his voice strong. Her eyes flitted to his hair where his streak seemed more prominent.
"You had better try to stop washing that out, it won't come out," she grinned.
"I see we match now Bristol, however I don't believe yours was a mistake," she found his sarcasm amusing.
"No,"
"I like it, I'm sorta beginning to like mine too," he said a faint smile on his lips. He gently knocked a stray strand away from her face.
"Wait did I hear that right? A complement from a Malfoy?" she asked laughing it off.
"Yeah right," he sneered.
"You wanted to talk, so?"
"It was nothing," he looked into her eyes. "You're just different to others."
"I hate you and I'm willing to do something about it, I'm much harder to get at." Maria smiled and left him looking at the lake.