I marched down the corridor, trying to spot the raven haired boy that was the cause of my anger. I spotted him and dragged him into an empty classroom.
"What is it, Malfoy?" Potter spat. I glared at him before reaching up and yanking off the hat I had used to hide my hair. Potter's eyes widened in surprise before he began laughing. My hair was a fiery red.
"What is the matter with your hair?" he asked. My eyes narrowed.
"You enchanted it to change according to my mood," I spat.
"It wasn't me. I am offended that you would assume such a thing," Potter frowned, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to look offended. He looked sexy when he did that. No, bad thoughts, Draco. Even if they are true.
"Then who was it?" I hissed through clenched teeth.
"I don't know," Potter shrugged. I groaned in frustration and began to pace, muttering some very colorful words.
Malfoy was pacing in front of me and my eyes followed him. His arms were crossed and his hair was r...