DRARRY SLASH! You no like, you no read
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, the corner of his mouth curling up in derision.
Harry could only stare in mute fascination at the light violet glow surrounding his arch nemesis, shocked into utter silence.
Malfoy sneered at him and tried again, "I see your brain's gone the way of Longbottom's. Just wait, next your bank account will go the way of Weasley's."
Harry knew that Malfoy was insulting him and that he should do something about it, such as hex Malfoy's mouth shut. But he was entirely beyond anything but confused horror. No matter what expression or gesture Malfoy made, the purple corona wouldn't budge.
"Did you hear me, Potter?" Malfoy waved a hand in front of his face. "Your face reminds me of the back end of a hippogriff."
Obviously it didn't, if the purple glow could be believed. Which Harry wasn't entirely sure it could be, and he was going to find out immediately. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Malfoy staring after him with a perplexed look on his face, and a purple light surrounding him.
As soon as he entered the Common Room, he searched out his friends, picking them out from the rest of the Gryffindors easily. He marched over to where they were sitting on chairs in front of the fireplace and asked, "Ron, you know those things that Fred and George wanted us to test for them?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Ron shrugged. "Something wrong?"
There certainly was, in Harry's opinion. "Is yours working properly?"
"Yeah, mate." Ron turned to Hermione and flushed slightly. "At least I think it is."
Ron himself, as well as Hermione were both surrounded by a light green glow. Hermione didn't even so much as glance up from her book on Advanced Runes, having chosen not to participate in the testing of yet another Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes product. The Mood Mints had arrived this morning during breakfast with the instructions to only eat one, and that the effects would last 24 hours.
"Um, you didn't happen to see Malfoy today, did you?" Harry asked, fidgeting with his cloak and hoping that it was just a prank the twins had cooked up for the two of them.
"Yeah, mate, I did. Called me a few names, insulted my family and pranced off, like normal. Why?"
"What colour was he?"
"Red. Obviously, Harry. He hates me, remember? Why, what colour was he when you looked at him?"
Harry was not about to tell Ron about Malfoy's previously unrealized amorous intent towards himself and nodded hastily, "Yeah, red. That's what I thought."
Ron nodded and went back to pretending to study while actually doodling a little comic in the sidelines of his notes, but Hermione finally raised her head, frowning suspiciously.
"What do these Mood Mints do, exactly?" Hermione glanced back and forth between them.
"Oh, just tells you what feelings a person has towards you. Shows up as a glowing light in different colours around their head. Harry there is green when I look at him cause he's my mate."
For some reason, this caused Hermione's face to contort in horror and her cheeks to go bright red. Harry raised his eyebrows, but Hermione didn't look at either of them before quickly gathering up her notes and dashing off up the stairs to the girls' dorms.
"What was that all about?" Harry squinted at Ron.
"Ah..." Ron blushed, but looked faintly pleased. "When I look at her, she's purple."
"Oh," Harry said, drooping as he considered the unfortunate implications. "Good luck, mate."
Ron nodded, humming to himself as he returned to his doodles.
It was all very well and good for Ron, because Harry had no doubts that had Hermione actually had one of the mints, Ron would show up as purple to her, too. He was happy for them, and hoped that maybe now they would finally finally get together.
They didn't have bloody Malfoy turning up purple for them.
Maybe there was something wrong with them, a glitch or problem and it would go away by tomorrow. Yes, that had to be it. He took some parchment out of his satchel to start doing his Potions essay that was due the next day content in the knowledge that by then, the problem would sort itself out. Malfoy would be red, and balance would return to the world.
The next day started out bad and became steadily worse. He woke up late, missed breakfast and had to rush to get dressed in order to get to Potions on time. Halfway down the stairs, he tripped and almost fell the rest of the way down. Then, he realized he'd forgotten the essay and had to go back up and get it. The result was that he was late for Potions, earning him a detention.
"Since you've finally decided to grace us with your presence, can you hurry up and sit down already?" Snape scowled at him from behind a curtain of oily black hair.
Harry looked around, but the only spot open was next to Malfoy.
The entire Slytherin side of the dungeon glowed red – except Malfoy, who was still stubbornly purple. Slowly, Harry made his way over and warily took a seat next to Malfoy, edging his seat further away.
"Typical Potter, always running late," Malfoy hissed under his breath.
"Belt up, Malfoy," Harry shot back and added his essay to the pile on Snape's desk with a flick of his wrist.
Harry didn't know how this could get any worse. He was stuck beside Malfoy on a lecture day in which Snape would drone on about potion's theory in between insulting Harry, Neville and the rest of Gryffindor in that order. No doubt, Malfoy would flaunt his potions knowledge and gain Slytherin a ton of extra points. Not to mention, Malfoy was still, irritatingly, purple.
He decided to forego taking notes in favour of doodling stick-figure Quidditch players on his parchment. What he really should have been doing was paying attention to Malfoy, as he was up to his mischief, as usual.
"What's this, Potter? Not sharing your candy with the rest of us?" Malfoy asked gleefully.
Harry turned so fast that he felt a muscle in his back twinge in protest. Malfoy was grinning devilishly and holding up the packet of Mood Mints that the twins had sent him. He'd obviously been digging around in Harry's stuff and found the one thing that Harry wouldn't want him to see.
"I wonder how they taste," Malfoy continued, examining one.
"No, wait – " Harry held out a hand as if to stop him, forgetting magic in his panic.
Malfoy simply smiled smugly before popping it into his mouth. A moment later, his eyes widened as he looked around the room, no doubt seeing a myriad of colours. He frowned down at the packet in his hand, but there was no explanation, seeing as the letter was still up in Harry's bedside table. He glanced around, taking in who turned what colour, and no doubt trying to figure out what it all meant.
"It figures that Gryffindor would be red," Malfoy muttered, frowning. "Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise are all green... Theo's orange... Pansy's purple. Wait. You're purple. What does purple mean?"
Harry didn't hear a word after that. He saw Malfoy's mouth moving, but in his shock, his head was filled with white noise. It wasn't possible. He couldn't be purple, that was ridiculous.
He hated Malfoy.
This had to be a prank. There was no way that he liked Malfoy, of all the bloody people in the world. It was Fred and George's idea of a joke, and it was really not a funny one, in the least.
"Potter!" Snape glowered at him. "I've asked you three times now to answer the question. Answer, or I'll add on to your detention!"
He didn't remember what they were even talking about.
"Five?" he ventured.
Snape's eyebrows dipped. "Correct. I'm willing to bet that you can't tell me why."
Harry tried desperately to recall what they had been learning and glanced at Malfoy's notes, that were all neatly penned out in flowing and legible script.
"The Engleberg theory," he tried, having seen that near the bottom of the page.
Snape's frown deepened and he swirled around to walk to the other end of the classroom. "You still have detention with me, Potter."
"Potter, tell me what this stuff is!" Malfoy waved the mints under his nose.
He snatched them away from Malfoy and put them in his pocket. "Nothing you would be interested in. Quit talking to me! I'm not telling you anything!"
Malfoy smirked. "I guess that leaves me to figure it out myself. And I will find out, you can be sure of that, Potter."
Harry buried his face in his hands. He was so buggered.