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Makeup

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Draco jumped up from the table, trying to hide the disgust on his face as he muttered out a 'have to go to the bathroom' before sprinting out of the Great Hall.

Astoria Greengrass had tried to kiss him.

Ugh, he wanted to vomit just thinking about it, he was afraid he might get PTSD.

Honestly, just because she had big tits she thought she could fuck any guy in the whole school.
Granted, this theory had been half proven since she had already fucked her way through half the boys in their year. And there was a rumor there may have been some girls too... though Greengrass had adamantly denied that particular rumor.

So, when Draco had gotten so dreadfully unlucky to be sat next to Astoria at dinner, she had tried her 'charms' on him.

Sadly for her, he wasn't interested in tits.

He chuckled to himself about this as he rushed through the halls, making his way to Myrtle's bathroom. He liked going there, since it was broken some people didn't think about going there, and a lot of people didn't want to go because, well... Myrtle.

Luckily for Draco, he didn't find her all too insufferable, he actually found her more tolerable than most other people he interacted with on a daily basis.

So, he made his way to his bathroom, to try and shake the feeling of Astoria's sluttiness off, as well as cover up her awful perfume. Except what he didn't count on the bespectacled green-eyed boy standing in front of the mirror.

So when he walked in the door it was definitely a surprise to find Harry Potter standing there, doing... what was he doing?

"Potter?" He said, walking up behind the brunette with a look of curiosity.

"Ah-Malfoy! What are you doing here?!" Harry said, panic evident on his face. He was holding eyeliner in one hand, a blush palette in the other, and his face... Well, Draco could only describe what Harry had done with his makeup as somewhat similar to a sad clown...

He held back a laugh, because though it was quite comical the panic and frustration evident on Harry's face was quite sad.

"Do you... do you need some help, with that?" Draco asked, gesturing to the makeup materials in his hand and the already applied makeup on his face.

"I- what?" Harry asked, a retort already on his tongue as a force of habit before he registered what Draco had actually said.

"I said, do you need help with that?" Harry held up the eyeliner, confusion etched on his freckled face. Draco nodded over dramatically, chuckling and gently taking it from Harry. Harry just stared at him in shock, unsure of what was happening.

Draco looked over the makeup Harry had attempted to apply to his face, frowning.

"Do you have makeup removal of some sort?" He asked, glancing over the other few products Harry had on the sink. The brunette shook his head, curls bouncing on his head, green eyes wide as he stared in shock and confusion at this completely different Malfoy.

Malfoy sighed. "Well, luckily for you," he started, rummaging through his bag, "I happen to carry some wipes on me." He pulled out a package of makeup removal wipes, to Harry's surprise.

"Wait... you use makeup too?!" Harry asked, shocked.

"Of course!" Draco replied, chuckling. "I don't just jump out of bed every morning looking this perfect," he added, dramatically brushing a few stray blonde strands out of his eye for effect.