i had always have this idea in mind but i didn't get to put down the story plot until i saw a post in instagram from drarryfanfic._ from drarrybin's tumblr i think, changed it a bit with my own tweak so that it has my flair in it, enjoy
heterochromatic draco, curly haired draco, freckled draco, pure fluff, cutesy ending, romantic? idk maybe a little
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After the war, between the Malfoy's trial that Potter spoke in favour to (another life debt he owed, sigh) and months of trying to prove to people that he was not the absolute scum of the Earth as he helped everyone rebuild Hogwarts, Draco hadn't found the time to get his hair cut.
So that's how he found himself walking towards Hogwarts with his hair reaching his mid-back.
No one paid too much attention to him since it wasn't much different from his usual look. Although, Draco did get the feeling that someone was looking at him all the bloody time whether he was in class or the hallway but he could never seem to catch the person in the act.
He did hope it was actually the person he had in mind.
Potter.
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On one Monday morning, Draco found himself almost late to class by approximately 6 minutes before it started. Panicking, he rushed from his bed to get ready because not only that he needed to get dressed, wash his face and get his books ready but he also had to do his hair.
It's horrendously curly!
I don't have enough time to straighten it! he let out an anguished cry as he shoved the books he needed in class into his bag along with his Self-Inking quills. He whimpered as he saw he had two minutes left to be in class.
He stared at the mirror, horrified. I look flawed.
His hair was not naturally straight.
His skin was not unblemished.
His eyes were slightly heterochromatic.
Draco was born with blond curls, freckles littered across his cheeks and nose, and his eyes were of different colours. His left eye was stormy grey just like his mother but his right eye was pale blue. Father had always hated how he looked when he was born. He made sure Draco never left his room without his glamours on because he couldn't bear to look at the flaws he had on him.
It always managed to kill Draco's self-esteem.
Even though his father was in Azkaban now, it was a force of habit to straighten his hair and keep his glamours up to hide his true self. Nobody had ever seen his natural face.
Nobody ever could know.
He let out a pathetic whine because he couldn't go to class like this but at the same time he needed to prove to everyone– Potter, in particular– that it was the right choice to let him be a free man and finish his education so that he could get a proper job and live his life the way he wanted instead of rotting away in a cell in Azkaban. He needed to prove that he was a good person. He needed to show that he wouldn't skip class because he thought he was better than anyone else.
But his hair–
Dread filled his heart as he thought of what his parents would say but he decided that his father's opinion on his hair can go to Hell.
So, as quickly as he could, he tied his hair into a bun, using his wand to secure it in place, leaving some strands of curls loose from the side of his face before he sprinted to class.
