Title: Crisis
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco learns the cons of chlorine.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 492
It was a light green. The ends were green and at the top of his head. It clashed horribly with his white-blond hair. Harry tried not to laugh.
"What are you staring at?" Draco asked, tugging at Harry's arm until it wrapped around his waist. He sneered at a young couple staring at them. He dug his hand into the soft fabric of the blanket they sat on. It was a dull green with red stitching. In the bottom corner there was a D and H etched into it. Mrs. Weasley had made it especially for them. Draco himself hated it, but Harry seemed to be in love with it.
Harry tucked a stray green stand behind Draco's ear and smiled serenely at him. "Nothing, Love. Just you." He placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Draco frowned. "I'm nothing?"
Harry chuckled. "No, you're everything, and you very well know it. I don't see why you need to hear it all the time, though." He gave him a look out of the corner of his eye. "If anything, I need to hear it more often."
"Ugh. You know I'm not into that mushy stuff, Harry." He stretched out, laying his head in Harry's lap. The sun was beating down on him, making him grimace. He was going to burn so bad. And it was all Harry's fault because he was the one that wanted to go to the muggle swimming pool.
Harry flopped back, his head missing the short blanket and hitting the lush grass. "Love your hair, Draco. It suits you nicely."
"Thanks," Draco answered suspiciously. He sat up and saw Harry grinning widely. Nervously, not sure if he wanted to know, he grabbed a strand and pulled it in front of his eyes. It was…it was…green! "Ah! I match the bloody blanket!"
He did not appreciate Harry's laughter and elbowed him, causing him to roll on his side and snicker into his hand. "What the hell happened? Oh, Merlin," he moaned, prompting Harry's chuckles to escalate into laughter again. "This is very important! I do not see the humor is this at all! How'd it get like this?" he shrieked, glaring daggers at his boyfriend.
Harry sat and wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "Aww, it's probably from the chlorine. Wizards don't use that, do they? No. And Love, it's not that bad. It's charming, really," he lied. He reached out and pulled Draco to his chest so he could smile without him seeing it. "You will be hot to me no matter how your hair is."
Draco pouted and nipped at his chest. "That's easy for you to say. You're hair is perfectly fine."
Harry passed a hand through the green locks, marveling at the contrast that was so very different from what he was used to. "Yes, I'm very grateful for that." Draco bit him again and Harry couldn't hold his laughter in any longer.