I wanted it to be a 100-word drabble but it didn't work out. I couldn't bear to destroy details, so here it is—the 140-word drabble!

Draco Malfoy rubbed his forehead. What was he doing? He honestly had no clue. It had started the moment he saw mudblood Granger that day. Some irresistible heat flared in his chest, some sort of sickening desire. He had to do this. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't.

He knocked on their compartment door, and slid it open without waiting for a response. Three Gryffindors looked at him in surprise.

"Hey, Granger," he said, and the two males in the compartment stiffened. "You look really sexy with your new haircut," he finished and slid out the door, shutting it behind him, leaving uproar.

(Harry: You have a new hair-cut!

Ron: How dare he!?)

He sighed in satisfaction. Now that that was off his chest…

No one noted Hermione blushing, while blatantly brushing off outraged questions.

Rawrgh! What am I doing? I had this pretty image in my head, but it doesn't seem to have translated. Sighs. Oh wells.

In case ya'll didn't get it, it's their first day, and they're on the Hogwarts Express. Malfoy noticed her haircut over the holidays, but Harry and Ron didn't.

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Lady Merlin