Little Drarry Oneshots

Natural Hair

//au in which Draco's natural hair color is brown and Harry notices his brown roots.

Nobody asked for this but ive been thinking about doing this forever aha. Enjoy!!//

'Ugh, pesky hair. I need to rebleach it, soon. Hope nobody notices.' I thought as I looked into the slightly stained mirror, finally taking notice to my roots. I left the bathroom, slightly irritated, making my way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

I slowly walked into the Great Hall and looked around. Either nobody noticed or nobody cared enough to do anything.

I made my way to the Slytherin table and sat next to Pansy and across from Blaise and Goyle. They all sent me slightly confused glances, but immediately went back to eating.

I was feeling pretty confident, walking down the hallways to get to the library, since I had a free period. Suddenly, I saw the raven-haired mess I hate oh so much.

'You don't really hate him.'

'Shut up yes I do!'

As I had an argument with myself inside my head, I didn't take notice to Potter walking over to me, as we bumped into each other lightly.

"Oi, watch where you're going, Malfoy," he said with a look of disgust.

"You were the one walking towards me," I argued.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," he said and paused as he slowly pointed to the top of my hair, "What's up with your roots? Why are they brown? Isn't your hair naturally blo-"

I cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth.

"Will you shut up? So much for nobody noticing..." I took a short pause and uncovered his mouth, "Just, please don't say anything to anyone, I need to bleach it again."

He looked astonished. Was it because of me actually saying please? Was it because I admitted I'm not naturally blonde? I really don't know, and I really don't care. I just need to keep his mouth shut.

"Wow!" He said as I gave him a glare.

"Don't you do it," I said shaking my finger in his face.

"Malfoy is a brun-" he yelled until I think I shut him up for good.

Why I chose to do this? I don't know. Was it my only option? Probably not. Did I want to do it? Maybe.

Suddenly the realization that my lips were on Potter's lips hit me, hard. I backed up and pushed him away.

"Hey, why'd you push me? You're the one who bloody kissed me!"

"Shshshshsh," I said coming back over to him, frantically trying to shut him the hell up.

He whisper-yelled,"I will not 'shshshshsh'! You just kissed me! Why did you kiss me?"

"I don't know! You wouldn't shut up! Listen, neither of us liked it so we are never going to talk about this again okay?"

"Who said I didn't like it?"

I stepped back a bit, my mind going blank.

"Y-You liked i-it?" I managed to stutter out.

"Di-Did you?" He asked, not answering my question.

"S-So what i-if I di-did?"

"We-Well, I suppose we could- we could d-do it aga-again," he said, looking down to hide a blush.

"O-Okay!" I accidentally shouted as I got closer to him again.

Then, it just happened again. We were kissing. We were fucking kissing. I mean, it's not like it wasn't kinda nice. He has nice lips, and his hair is really soft.

We pulled away again, and looked at each other, really confused this time.

"Can I watch you bleach you're hair?" He said after a few moments of silence.

"Of course," I said as I kissed his cheek and began walking to the library again.

//end//

//so how was that? I really love fluffy stuff where they are nervous nerds so I made it like that. Hope you enjoyed!//