AN: Sorry it took so long to get this up. Draco was being unusually uncooperative. Enjoy darlings!
Draco had made a mistake, although he didn't realize it until midmorning. At first, he was too distracted to notice what everyone else was doing. Then, once his head had cleared somewhat, he thought that people knew better. Apparently not.
When he had given his hair gel to Harry, he never expected him to actually use it. This had been reinforced by the fact that every time he had seen him since then, his hair looked just as uncooperative as ever. So when Harry had walked into the Great Hall Monday morning with his hair firmly tamed in a way that suggested he had either just gotten off the broom, or off with someone else, Draco couldn't help but stare. The brilliant flash of green that he would seek out during meals and classes was now so common that Draco couldn't look away for fear of missing it.
The boy he had always admired, and later adored, was now transfixing. He felt Pansy lead him from the table and out of the Great Hall without paying much attention to where they were going. Draco wondered where Harry had learned to work with gel that successfully, that quickly. Probably Hermione, he mused. He doubted that he had spent time over the weekend teaching himself, after all, they did share a dorm.
Once he started climbing the stairs towards the Transfiguration classroom, he became aware of the people, and their whispered conversations around him.
"Did you see Potter this morning? And you thought he was handsome before."
"I hope I can get a seat behind Harry in class today."
"Do you think Potter's got an interview today?"
"He wouldn't do that for an interview! He hates them.
Even Pansy started talking about it.
"Well, you know who stole your hair gel now Draco. I have to admit; it suits him too."
"For your information Pansy, he didn't steal it. I gave it to him." He paused to admire the shock that crossed her face. That didn't happen near often enough. "I never thought he'd actually use it though."
"Why in the name of Merlin would you do that? You do realize that you have just given every female in the school a heart attack?"
"And several of the boys I should imagine." Draco smirked. Just part of the plan, that's all this was. What plan that was, Draco had no idea.
It was only after Transfiguration that Draco realized that his plan had backfired, never mind that there actually was no plan to begin with.
This can't be good. Draco groaned internally as he spotted a shock of long red hair next to Harry, not after the spectacular falling out they had at the beginning of the year. He increased his pace until he was close enough behind that he could hear their conversation.
"Obviously you still care Harry. You wouldn't be trying to get my attention if you didn't."
"We haven't spoken in months Ginny, and I wouldn't count our last conversation as speaking." Draco snickered inwardly as he remembered the shouting match during the Welcome Feast. Hermione had had to separate them with a shield charm before either one could start throwing hexes at each other. "Besides, I already have their attention. Now I'm just trying to figure out what to do with it."
"You don't have to do anything, Harry." She turned to stand in front of Harry and stopped walking. "It's my turn now."
Draco supposed he should have anticipated what happened next. Then again, it seemed like no one had seen it coming, and, he supposed, no one with any extent of common sense would have. Not after Ginevra had told the whole world that she hated who Harry had become. Now however, it appeared hair gel had become an apology and she took it as permission to kiss him.
Almost immediately though, she flew backwards and Draco found himself trying not to laugh. She obviously hadn't learned anything about Harry, and his reflexes had only gotten faster.
"Go back to ignoring me Ginny. It worked better." Harry wasn't speaking loudly, but everyone could hear him. He had gone cold and lethal, and an involuntary shiver ran down Draco's spine. "What I do, with my hair or otherwise, doesn't concern you. Unless I come to you, butt out." Harry spun on his heel and stormed off in the opposite direction. Thinking for a moment, Draco tore a piece of parchment, scrawled a message and hurried after Harry.
He shouldn't have let Hermione talk him into using the hair gel, never mind that he had wanted to at least see what it was like. Once again it brought unwanted attention upon himself. Harry growled as he felt someone knock into him.
"Sorry, Potter." Looking up, Harry locked onto Draco's gaze in time to catch the wink he sent at him. "Crowded hallways you know."
Harry froze. This hall was empty, that was why he had chosen it. That meant Draco had bumped into him on purpose. He stuck his hands in his pockets where he found a folded slip of parchment. He pulled it out and opened it.
You have had my undivided attention since the day we met.
This time, it's your turn.
Harry smiled. He could do that.
AN: Appologies for the slight Ginny bashing. I couldn't get an OC to work with the story line.