A/N: Yes, it's been AGES since I've updated, but you know, I'm just that much wittier aren't I? Let's hope so, anyway. I do hope I haven't lost anyone, and my deepest apologies. I've only JUST now gotten into the mood of writing, so here goes, before I lose it again!

Disclaimer: Out of the vast collection of wonderful things I have, ownership of Rowling's originals are not anywhere on that list. Do buck up--it's not like I'M happy about it.

"WEASLEY!!"

He had no idea how things could've gotten this out of hand. How dare she?! He voiced his thought. Weasley had simply pushed things too far. Apon entering the Great Hall that morning, looking at the sea of faces gawking at his hair, he felt his blood boil--even more so than it had when he realized for the first time just what had happened.

He'd gotten up that Thursday morning, because, you know, people tend to do that, and groggily headed to the shower, where he was most welcomed by a hot, steamy shower. It had been quite the normal morning, so far, with everything going as it usually did, following his routine. His showers were his time to zone out and just forget about everything, letting his mind wander. He thought back to the engorgement charm and smirked. That had been a stroke of true genius. God..the look on her face. Draco relished in it. He was rather disappointed, though, to see it solved so fast, though. Still, the fact that it WAS infront of the entire Great Hall.. Surely that has to count for something. Draco's thoughts slid rather regretfully to her little cursing spasm. Of course it had been her who'd hexed Blaise and him. Just the way she'd been smirking at dinner gave that away. Rather halfheartedly, he thought about his next plan of attack, while rubbing shampoo in his hair. Hmm. Perhaps something with bugs? Does she dislike bugs? Girls don't like bugs, do they? That's a shoddy idea, to begin with. I need something really embarrassing, anyway-- And then he got it. Draco knew exactly what he was going to do to her, once he got out of the shower.

As it happened, things didn't go exactly as planned.

"AAARRRRAAA!!!!!!!" He had left the shower, toweled his hair dry, and removed the towel infront of the mirror, only to he a positively horrific sight. "ZABINI!"

This seemed to be exactly what Blaise had been waiting all morning to hear, for he sauntered in, right on cue, a nonchalant expression on his face. "Oh, I see you've finally decided to add some color to your palate. The whole white-on-white look seems a bit pasty. I wouldn't have chosen red, myself, though," he said quite mildly, eyebrows raised.

"You sodding git, I didn't do this!Why would I do this!? It's that damn Weasley, it's HER fault!" Draco was ready to kill. His fists clenched, he pushed past Blaise and got dressed in a flash. Blaise had never seen him pull his trousers on so fast. For Draco, however, this thing with his hair was simply too much for him. How could he have red hair? For one thing, the Weasleys had red hair--that was simply unacceptable. He didn't want any sort of link to them. It was still unbelievable that they were actually pureblood. Red hair looked horrid, anyway. For another, this wasn't even REAL red hair--it was the fake, bright red color Draco had never really liked. Mostly because it reminded him of Gryffindor.

Glancing about in a wild fury, he began rummaging through drawers to find the appropriately sharp object he needed--a rather large pair of scissors Draco had never previously had a use for. Blaise watched all of this with a smile playing on his lips--until he saw the scissors. His smile disappeared immediately.

"Draco--no, mate. Wait and think about this..you could be ruining your life! C'mon, don't!" He ran after Draco, who had burst out of the room and was well on his way to the dormitory exit by the time Blaise caught up, spinning him around. "Look, this REALLY isn't a big deal! I'm the one who put the dye in there--don't go killing Ginny!"

Draco looked at him with an incredibly eerie smile on his face--more of a grimace, really. "Oh-ho-ho, no. I'm not going to kill her. I'm going to do MUCH worse." With that, Draco broke free of Blaise and stormed out of the dormitory.

And there he was, glaring at the girl, Blaise snickering at his side. "Weasley!" He bellowed the name at the top of his lungs. Everybody was staring at him now, their faces varying from amusement to bewilderment. He was quite pleased to see the smile fall right off the redhead's face as he started to come towards her. Her expression was downright scared.

"How dare you?!" He was crazy, out of control. Draco held up the scissors when he was only a few feet away. She jumped up immediately, but not before he had grabbed a large chunk of hair and hacked it off. He wound up wrestling her to the ground, for better access to her long hair.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore himself was practically gliding towards the pair. "Release Miss Weasley this instant!" Even Draco wasn't so stupid as to not listen to him. The redhead pulled away, into the Mudblood's arms, tears in her eyes. Draco was practically growling, struggling against the two professors holding him back. Locks of rippling red hair littered the floor.

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Draco received detention, of course. Equally as obvious was his anger for having it. The Weaselette deserved it too. She had provoked him! It was as much her fault as it was his. Shouldn't she be punished for dying his hair? Cutting her hair off was certainly NOT restitution for what she'd done.

Angry thoughts flowed in a constant stream through his classes. He was positively furious, and there was no calming him. His classmates staring at him throughout class was enough to push him over the edge, so rather than going to lunch, he decided to try removing the dye.

Which turned out to be a huge mistake. The pigment was too finely ingrained into his hair, and the spells he put on it to bleach it back--well, red was the least of his worries. It was quite obvious that he'd had no experience with hair dyes, as Blaise pointed out to him later. What was once a definitive red had changed to a quite becoming pink, doing absolutely nothing good for Draco's mood. Showers were simply not working for him anymore. He still smelled horridly of dragon dung, and now his hair was pink. Weasley made a wise decision in disappearing for the rest of the day, Draco thought angrily to himself. Which was true--she hadn't been anywhere to be seen since the incident that morning. Not that it really mattered to Draco--although he wouldn't mind being given the chance to brutally mutilate her. No, he most certainly wouldn't mind at all.

As for her brother, Potty, and the Mudblood--he'd found himself unable to get away from them.

"Malfoy!" Draco grumbled and turned around as one of the last people he wanted to see called out to him. He'd been doing his best to avoid Potter and his friends all day, but apparently, his luck had finally run it's course. Blaise had found the whole escapade all quite funny, and said so on several occasions.

"Buck up, mate! It's only your hair that makes you look like a bit of a poof!" Somehow, Blaise wasn't being much of a help. And he wasn't being unhelpful quietly, either. The Weasley git snickered loudly and muttered something to Granger, who tried to frown disapprovingly. Neither of them were trying to hide the fact that they were holding their noses.

"The boy who lived. My hero," Draco said, quite sarcastically. "Oh, go on, do sign an autograph for me, Yay?" Potter's eyes flashed, much to Draco's pleasure.

"What's it like having all that pink hair? Is it much of a bother?"

"You'd rather have a pink mop than that ungodly thing your daddy left you? Or is the Weasel looking for something not quite so..red?" Draco knew it was weak, but it wasn't like Potter had left much to work with. He left much to be desired in the taunting department. In any event, both Scarhead and his friend reddened slightly.

"Don't go on about my dad that way." Oh, God, here we go again. Things always seemed to go in that cycle. He really needed to get over it.

"What, can't handle a jab at your dad? Defender of the Dead, are you? What about your mum, then?" Draco was getting very bored with this. Not to mention, he'd be late for his next class if they didn't wrap this up.

"We all know what YOUR dad is, Malfoy," Potter said, quite cooly.

About to whip his wand out, he remembered that he already had one detention, and he didn't need two more for jinxing Potty AND being late for class. Instead, Draco did what Blaise used to tell him to do all the time, until he'd finally figured out that it would never happen. Draco 'took the high road' and turned around and left, Blaise trotting in his wake.

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After the day he'd had, Draco almost welcomed detention that night with McGonnagal. She too, however, seemed to be out to get him too. The teacher had him scrubbing the mouse droppings left over by the first years. Draco remembered when they'd been instructed to turn the rodents into snuffboxes. He also remembered that it most certainly hadn't been easy, at all. Only that Mudblood, Granger really got that, he thought grimly to himself. She was always showing up those who deserved recognition. Draco was, of course referring to himself. Come to think of it, he was always being shown up. Quiddich, for instance. Potter was always beating him, which was quite unreasonable, really. Honestly, how can someone have that much luck? Winning nearly every single game he plays! I'd be willing to bet anything he cheats--they fix the game for him. Draco let his bitterness get the best of him while he scrubbed. He hardly noticed the three hours shooting by him until--

"Mr. Malfoy, you may be done now. I hope you will take care to not act so rashly in the future," McGonnagal called from her desk where she had been grading essays.

Rolling his eyes, yet grateful to be done, Draco said, "Yes, Professor," before grabbing his bag and leaving.

A/N: Sorry, it's really not much to come back to. I've already worked out the rest of the story though, so this is a bit of a warning: There are only going to be about three more chapters.

Unless I get more fantastic ideas. But I really do think it's about time to wrap it up, Yay?