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It is no secret that Harry Potter’s hair is atrocious. Honestly, it drives Draco absolutely mad. He couldn’t say it made him feel jealous. Well, until the start of eighth year, anyway. The first time was at breakfast.
Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table--or what used to be the Slytherin table before McGonagall had announced that the House tables were dissolved--and trying to ignore the pointed stares he could always feel on his skin these days. When the great hall doors swung open again, his eyes were pulled away from his potions essay, drawn to whoever was storming into the hall so late.
Potter was running into the hall, tugging futilely at his tie, bag flopping open, and hair even more debauched than usual. It stuck up in ways that made Draco’s blood rush to places he really didn’t need it to be during breakfast time. The man cast around wildly for a moment before spotting what he was looking for. No surprise when it turned out to be Granger, the Weaslette, and Lovegood, all clustered in the middle of the next table and holding court as Draco had once done. When Potter finally made it over, he slammed down his bag and panted, appearing to have sprinted all the way from Gryffindor Tower in time to make it for breakfast.
Granger said something, rolling her eyes and Potter laughed, teeth flashing white against his dark skin. Before he could sit, the Weaslette rose from her seat, far too close to Potter considering the whole school knew they had broken up early on, and swiped her fingers through the raven’s nest atop Potter’s hair, presumably trying to make it look less like the man had just been shagged in a broom closet.
The sudden flash of jealousy that rose up inside Draco almost made the blonde boy choke on his cuppa. As it was, he did have to act quickly to avoid destroying his 16 inch essay on complex, moon-cycle based potions. Never had he wanted to be ginger as badly as he did in that moment. When he finally pulled his eyes from the pride of Gryffindors--and Potter with his sex hair--he realized Pansy was staring at him. He raised an eyebrow in question, taking another sip of his tea. She said nothing, just gave him a knowing snort before turning back to her work.