Drarry Oneshots 2

kinky boys smh (also draco has purple hair and harry is so very gay)

"Okay," he said, shrugging.

Jackie positively lit up, and Harry should have recognized the devious look on her face as she shouted "Draco!"

No. No way.

And yet there he was, staring at Harry with just as much shock as Harry was staring at him with.

Draco Malfoy was here. In Harry's favorite tattoo parlor.

And his hair was lavender.

"Potter," Draco whispered, grey eyes wide and stunned.

"You know each other?" Jackie gasped "Small fuckin' world! That's awesome. Dray, Harry wants to dye his hair."

"I thought I told you not to call me that," Draco murmured, eyes still locked on Harry.

"Hello," Harry said quietly. Well, this wasn't helping his anxiety at all.

"I'm not stalking you," Draco replied. "I didn't know you live here."

Harry was just nodding, not sure what to think. When had Draco dyed his hair that gorgeous color?

Draco ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly as if out of habit before dropping his hand.

"Are you still willing to get your hair done? Even if it's me?"

Jackie's self-satisfied smile was starting to fade as she put together the pieces of their conversation to realize they weren't friends.

"I guess so," Harry replied quietly.

"What color would you like?"

"Purple," Harry murmured, still focused on Draco's hair. Then he blinked. "Dark purple. Mixed with my natural hair."

"Ah. Highlights. Sounds good, follow me." Draco was very awkward as he bumped into a table turning around, mumbling an apology (which was incredibly cute) and guiding Harry to a room in the back.

God, seeing him just threw Harry back to eighth year, when Harry's obsession with Draco had turned into one that was less about trying to catch him being a terrible person and more about Harry's hand, the locker room showers, and a lot of inappropriate dreams.

The last time he had seen him was the last day of eighth year, when Draco had quietly thanked him for speaking at his trial and left.

That was four years ago.

And now Harry was sitting in a chair as Draco rinsed his hair and then put something on it, and then a lot of tinfoil, which made him look fucking stupid, a fact that he mentioned to Draco that had the other boy grinning and agreeing.

After a bit of staring at Draco and how pretty he was while Draco did various things and didn't notice Harry, Draco finally started taking the tinfoil out of his hair and explained that he was going to wash it.

It was a wonderful feeling, really. The cool water on his head, Draco's fingers massaging his scalp, Harry could almsot fall asleep with this feeling.

This was so much more relaxing, he was dying his hair instead of getting a tattoo next time he felt overwhelmingly anxious.

Harry noticed Draco had paused in his work for a second, before curious fingers returned, winding around Harry's hair and tugging lightly.

Harry made a small noise of surprise... and maybe something more.

Okay, he had always known he had a hair-pulling thing, but he never expected Draco Fucking Malfoy, with his stunning purple hair and his gorgeous fucking face to elicit that kind of reaction from him.

There was a longer pause now, and Harry refused to look in the mirror and see Draco's face.

Then Draco pulled his hair again. Harder.

And this time, Harry fucking moaned.

He actually fucking moaned, and immediately slammed his hand over his mouth, but it was far too late.

He glanced in the mirror and met Draco's eyes.

Draco was staring at him with an expression Harry had never seen on the blonde before, alarmed and surprised and...turned on?

There was no way.

"I'll be right back," Draco said hoarsely, his voice cracking slightly. He rushed off.

Harry stared in the mirror at himself.

"You're a fucking idiot," he whispered to his reflection.

A few moments later Draco returned, looking very awkward and nervous. He tilted Harry's head back without speaking and continued to rinse his hair.

"I'm sorry," Harry blurted out.

Draco paused. "Don't be sorry."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

Draco looked frozen now. He was shifting slightly and seemed very off. Harry sat up, running his fingers through his wet hair and ignoring the way Draco winced when it came off purple.

"Look, I don't want to make things weird between us, especially if we're both living here, and-" Harry cut himself off as he glanced down. His eyes widened.

"Did I do that?"

Draco shifted to the side. "This is very unprofessional of me, I'm so sorry-"

"Damn," Harry murmured. Then he grinned and met Draco's eyes.

"Wanna be a little more unprofessional?"