You're messing up my mane!
Snape has a strict "long hair in ponytails" rule in his class. (which, ofcourse, doesn't apply to himself or his snakes)
In fourth year Harry's hair gets to about shoulder length, meaning he always has to borrow Hermione's colourful muggle scrunchies, to his own great annoyance.
Snape doesn't give him a break, obviously.
"Fifteen points from gryffindor for not following proper brewing safety instructions. Put your hair up. Now, Potter."
This is a regular occurance, and unfortunately for Harry, the Slytherins -and some traitorous Gryffindors- snicker and joke about it everytime.
Especially... Draco?
Oh yes, Draco loves it.
His classmates think he just loves any chance to annoy Potter.
(Which he does, ofcourse. But it's not just that)
No, it's not just that.
Because holy shit, Potter looks so hot.
The brunette's hair in a small, loose bun, curly stray hairs escaping from the patterned hair tie, no matter how much he pushes them back.
The more Draco tries to ignore Potter and his beautiful hair, the more vivid the image of running his hands trough the boy's wild mane seems to become.
Not that he would ever admit that, ofcourse.
But oh, in the privacy of his own canopy bed, -secured with sticking charms ofcourse -
Draco would let his mind roam free, thinking about burying his nose in Potter's untamed curls.
What would they smell like?
Was his hair as soft and fluffy as it looked?
What would Potter look like in the mornings?
In his pyjamas, freshly woken up, eyes heavy and voice thick from sleep-
Nevermind.
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"Hey, Potter! Nice hair tie. Although blue really looks vile with your palette" Draco taunted, putting on his best 'fuck Potter' sneer.
He was lying though. Blue looked gorgeous on him. But after all, what didn't? The green-eyed boy had been rocking all sorts of bright colours and funky patterns in his hair, with the newfound sort of confidence that came from annoyingDraco Malfoy. (Can someone put a trademark on that?)
It wasn't just that though, it was a silent rebellion.
After all, he knew Snape wasn't going to chance his mind about the hair tie rule.
And he did use them more often after realising that they were pretty handy in some situations, effectively getting most of his hair out of his face.
And he definitely could buy normal, less flamboyant hair ties to do the job. Even though he kind of wanted to, he refused to.
Purely, and exclusively to annoy the fuck out of Snape, after all, he couldn't say much about the colour of the scrunchie in his hair.
..And Draco?
Oh yes, Draco loved it.
On a particularly sexy Potter-Hair-Day, Draco sat in potions class, unable to keep his mind off of the Gryffindor.
Stupid Gryffindor.
How was a man supposed to think about anything but that curly haired boy, on the other side of the classroom?
How could he not think about him, on his knees, with Draco's fingers tangled in that hair, while the famous Golden boy was doing the most unholy things to-
"Mr Malfoy! Are you paying attention?" A Hissing voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Yes ofcourse Professor" Draco answered dutifully.
"Good. Then i'm sure you can name three ingredients in the 'draught of living death'" Snape squinted suspiciously at him, making the boy question how well he had actually hidden his thoughts. (The man was a legilimens after all, Draco thought to himself disturbingly)
So much for Slytherin self-preservation.
"Right. Sopophorous beans, but only the juice"-
Potter's Bronze skin.
"And- root of Asphodel, powdered"-
His emerald-green eyes.
"And sloth brain, Sir"
The silvery scars covering his skin, having no right to be that sexy.
Snape looked at him curiously for a couple of moments, before wordlessly turning back towards the front of the classroom to continue his lecture.
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