Hairclip
One-shot
Disclaimer: When pigs fly.
"Potter."
Harry ignored him, pushing his long fringe away from his eyes. The black strands immediately fell back after he pulled away his hand.
"Potter."
Harry took the knife and neatly cut the garlic root into chunky slices. He tossed his head back a little, hoping to get his fringe out of his eyes so he wouldn't accidentally slice of his own finger.
"Potter."
After gathering all the pieces, Harry dumped the chopped garlic root into the simmering cauldron and an enticing scent rose from it. Harry stirred the potion counter-clockwise in smooth circles, checking his book for the next step. He leaned over the book, one hand still mixing the potion and his other pushing his fringe over his forehead and keeping his hand there so the unruly strands wouldn't fall back.
Maybe he should get his hair trimmed later on…
"POTTER!"
Harry was abruptly wrenched from his reading to face a red-faced, furious Malfoy.
"What the fuck, Malfoy?" Harry bit out, pulling away from the Slytherin's hand which painfully gripped his shoulder. "What is your problem? I'm not disturbing you, am I? Merlin, I'm doing the potion properly, so what?"
Harry lowered his hand during his little irritated tirade and the inky fringe fluttered down over his forehead and eyes, touching the edge of Harry's glasses. Malfoy's eyes followed the movement, one eyebrow twitching.
"I've wanted to do this for ages," Malfoy said darkly and reached into his robe pocket. Harry tensed, anticipating a drawn wand when Malfoy pulled out something pink and flat. Before Harry could even blink, Malfoy leaned towards him, pushed his fringe upwards and clipped it securely with a hairclip with a flower decoration.
Malfoy pulled back, eyes narrowed. "Your goddamn messy fringe has been driving me insane, Potter. While you may not care about proper grooming, some of us do and frankly, I am tired of your rat's nest of a hair! Especially your…your…stupid fringe!"
Harry blinked, speechless.
Then Snape swooped down on their table, angry at the ruckus they were creating in his class.
"Potter! Why are you wearing a girl's hairclip? Thirty points from Gryffindor!"
END (or is it?)