"So what if you are?" Draco knew it must have been obvious, of course he was going to be a death eater. And he hadn't had much of a choice, especially not since his father had failed. He had the dark mark and tasks to do to prove himself, to redeem his father. He just had no idea how he was going to pull those off. Any of them. "We're enemies, Potter. Doesn't matter what side we're on or who's mark we bear, we'll always be enemies."
Even if he wasn't a death eater, he'd hate this bastard. "I despise everything about you. You lazy show-off with your swagger and your-- your unbrushed hair. Drives me nuts."
"I brush my hair!" This was really not what he should be focusing on, but it was just easier than speculating more on him being a Death Eater. Which he likely was. He ran a hand through his hair now, glaring at him. "At least I don't look like I've been showered with goo. Do you even know what your hair looks like without that stuff in?"
Maybe he should start wearing that gel helmet Draco used to have, perhaps that would tame his hair.
"You sound jealous. Wish you had hair like mine? Here's a tip for you - wash it and brush it. You look like a ruffian." Mostly, he just looked a mess. He always looked a mess. It was kind of the Potter style, he supposed. His tie was never done up properly either and his shirt was slightly untucked. Urgh.
"Maybe get a hair cut." With a smirk, he reached up and ruffled his own hair, just to show the lack of 'goo' in it. He had changed, stopped slicking back his hair and he was a lot better off for it. His scalp had been very itchy.
"I like my hair just fine." Harry glanced up now, then shrugged. "Anyway, it grows back. My aunt cut it when I was little and the next day, it was all back."
Why was he suddenly sharing childhood stories? Whatever, he would just stand by it. Malfoy had been the one to start with the hair talk. "I think it looks good on me."
He liked looking like his father. Just as he liked having his mother's eyes. it felt like a way to be connected to them. He saw it in Sirius' and Remus' eyes all the time.
"Looks like a lion's mane. I guess it works for a Gryffindor." He guessed. If he had to be less of a dick about it, he guessed. He looked at Harry and frowned, looking at him properly for the first time in a long time. Harry kept growing and changing - it was really weird. He looked more like a man these days than a boy. He was a lot less easy to push around too and he really followed through on his threats.
"Could use a trim is all, hotter."
... Wait, what. "Potter." Fuck. What? Why did he call him that? Draco actually went red and felt himself die inside. "Potter." Yeah, he'd just keep saying it. That'd fix it.
"...did you just call me 'hotter'?" Yes, of course Harry couldn't just let that go, especially seeing how red Draco was going. The aristocratic paleness was really working against him there, it was hilarious. "Ha! Hotter."
That was pretty funny. "You should magic some buttons for that too." He would prefer those vastly.
"Fuck off, I just got your names mixed up." Not that he had ever really said Harry much in his life but he could use that as an excuse. Stupid, handsome bastard! Smirking at him. "And you're not that hot, don't flatter yourself. You've got nothing on the blokes I usually hang around with."
Well, it made him sound less into Harry but it did also make him sound even gayer. His eyes widened as he realised and he once again tried to fix it. "Not that I'm into them! I just get that they're better looking than you."
"Oh yeah. Everyone knows that Crabbe and Goyle are every girl's dream. Who could resist them?" Harry had to snicker, just imagining that scenario. "They make me swoon too. If I was a girl, I'd be soooo into them. Who's better looking than them?"
They were as vile outside as they were inside. Something he knew ran in their family. It was truly unfair that Draco didn't actually look like the troll he knew he was, but was in fact pretty handsome. Not that he would ever admit that.
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Even if he wasn't a death eater, he'd hate this bastard. "I despise everything about you. You lazy show-off with your swagger and your-- your unbrushed hair. Drives me nuts."
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Maybe he should start wearing that gel helmet Draco used to have, perhaps that would tame his hair.
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"Maybe get a hair cut." With a smirk, he reached up and ruffled his own hair, just to show the lack of 'goo' in it. He had changed, stopped slicking back his hair and he was a lot better off for it. His scalp had been very itchy.
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Why was he suddenly sharing childhood stories? Whatever, he would just stand by it. Malfoy had been the one to start with the hair talk. "I think it looks good on me."
He liked looking like his father. Just as he liked having his mother's eyes. it felt like a way to be connected to them. He saw it in Sirius' and Remus' eyes all the time.
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"Could use a trim is all, hotter."
... Wait, what. "Potter." Fuck. What? Why did he call him that? Draco actually went red and felt himself die inside. "Potter." Yeah, he'd just keep saying it. That'd fix it.
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That was pretty funny. "You should magic some buttons for that too." He would prefer those vastly.
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Well, it made him sound less into Harry but it did also make him sound even gayer. His eyes widened as he realised and he once again tried to fix it. "Not that I'm into them! I just get that they're better looking than you."
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They were as vile outside as they were inside. Something he knew ran in their family. It was truly unfair that Draco didn't actually look like the troll he knew he was, but was in fact pretty handsome. Not that he would ever admit that.