His Princess || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 7

Draco's newly bald head shone in the light of the candles in the headmaster's office. When I arrived at the office, he was already waiting. His lack of hair made him even more repulsive than ever. At least when he had hair, I could pretend he was cute. There was nothing cute about an egg, which Draco now strongly resembled. Still, I couldn't help but silently admire Abigail's handiwork. It was a long time coming. He deserved every bit of shame his new hairdo provided. 

I almost forgot we were in Dumbledore's office. The voice of the old man interrupted my thoughts.

"Draco and Y/N. It seems we have a peculiar situation on our hands." 

Draco looked furious. The growing redness of his face extended upwards onto his scalp, making him look less like an egg and more like a perfectly ripe tomato.

"Peculiar?" He spat. "Her friend made my hair fall out!"

"That is not what I am referring to, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore calmly responded, facing the two of us. "You are the first married couple to attend Hogwarts."

I could feel the color leaving my face. Of course he knew? Why wouldn't he? Shame on me for thinking we could hide it. A quick glance at Draco confirmed he was feeling very similarly. The redness of his face (and scalp) had dissipated and was now replaced with an even paler shade than usual.

"As such," Dumbledore said, interrupting my momentary panic, "We have created a special dorm for the two of you here, apart from the other students."

"You can't be serious," Draco complained. "It wasn't our choice."

"Even still, you are married, and therefore should have somewhere special."

"Can we still stay in the normal dorms with everyone else?" I asked, fearing the answer

"I'm afraid not. We've already assigned first-year students to your old beds."

"Can't you find somewhere else to put them?" 

"We cannot change the sleeping arrangements at this point in the year."

"It's the first day back. You can't tell me that it's impossible to move around the furniture a bit." Draco insisted as I looked at him, nodding in agreement before looking back at Dumbledore to hear his response.

"There is nothing that can be done." 

My shoulders slumped. That was the worst thing he could have said. I would have rather slept in the bathroom with Moaning Myrtle than in a private dorm with Draco Malfoy. In the dungeons below the castle, even, but the look on the headmaster's face told me there was no point to arguing. 

"Well what about my hair? Surely you're going to punish Abigail and her little friends for this."

Of course Draco was still worried about his hair. I shouldn't have been surprised.

"It is my understanding that the only house not involved in this little.... altercation was Gryffindor, correct?"

"Yes, but-" 

Dumbledore cut him off, raising a hand. 

"50 points will be awarded to Gryffindor. Your hair will grow back, Draco. You are both dismissed. Filch will show you to your dorm."

"50 points?! You can't be serious," Draco fumed. "My father will be hearing about this." 

With that, he stomped out of the room like an angry toddler. With a nod from Dumbledore, I followed. 

I found John waiting for me outside. 

"You will never believe what just happened."

"You and Draco have to share a special dorm because you're married?"