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Draco was different. And he loved it.
Ever since he was two years old and his hair changed from bleach blond to the same shade of blue as the cover of a book he saw on a shelf, his parents had known that their son was a metamorphmagus.
They had tried their best to teach him to use his abilities but it hadn’t really worked considering they did not have this power themselves. One attempt at a lesson ended up with the poor crying toddler with his face stuck in the shape of a duck bill. In times of desperation, they had even called on Narcissa’s niece, Nymphadora Tonks who also possessed the shape shifting ability. Draco had taken an instant liking to his cousin but learning how to control his abilities with her abruptly ended when Lucius Malfoy found the two of them playing pranks on the house elves together.
By Draco’s first year at Hogwarts, he had still not perfected his metamorphmagus powers but could manage to control his emotions which aided him in not having his feelings on display in the form of the colour of his hair.
He had quickly become friends with other purebloods when he was sorted in Slytherin. He immediately became close to Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. Of course, there was also the two blundering idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, but Draco hardly considered them friends, rather two brainless boulders who had taken a liking to following him around simply because of his surname.
When he told his new friends of his ability they had immediately asked for him to change his hair which soon progressed into more ridiculous requests. Of course, this was Draco Malfoy, and he believed that he could do anything, so he took on the challenges eagerly. All of the messing around with his friends soon became the way that Draco properly learned to control his abilities.
His hair still would change colour with his mood unless he was paying the utmost attention to ensure it remained its strikingly light blond colour. He was generally pretty good at it…
…Except of course when it came to stupid Potter. Harry Potter who Draco had so kindly offered his friendship on the first day but been blatantly denied. He was the only one who consistently managed to make Draco lose his temper and send his hair into a flurry of different intensities of red.
The first time Harry had succeeded in making this happen and thus finding out about Draco’s power was before they had even arrived at Hogwarts, on the train. Draco had insulted the Weasel and mudblood and then the Boy Who Lived decided it would be a nice idea to retort as if he had the right to talk to a Malfoy in such a disrespecting way. Draco had struggled to keep his cool after being constantly drilled by his father that Malfoys did not show emotion, let alone have it on display on their head. Potter just had to take it too far though and Draco’s hair had gone bright red accompanied by his eyes taking on a similar shade.
From then on, Harry had regularly tried to get a rise out of Draco and, more often than not, he would succeed. He loved watching the boy’s hair turn into flames and his eyes darkening but also looking hopeless as he continued to lose his temper all because of Saint freaking Potter. Harry loved knowing how much Draco hated it.
As the years wore on, Harry and Draco’s rivalry had only grown in strength as the Slytherin continued to insult him and his friends although they seemed to be delivered in more of a joking way than both boys would like to admit.
Nevertheless, they both strongly insisted that the other was their worst enemy, perhaps besides Voldemort for Harry at least. One of each of the boys’ friends, Pansy and Hermione, had a feeling that that might not be the case though.