I've Had a Bad Effing Day

Things were not going Draco's way this morning.

Before he had even gotten out of bed, his mother's owl was pecking at his face, to untie the rather large packet attached to her leg. By the time he had figured the whole mess out, he was 10 minutes late for breakfast; never mind it took him three hours to get ready.

Throwing the package on the bed (and missing by a foot, and hearing a very loud crash), Draco ran into the bathroom to take a quick fifteen-minute shower before all the hot water had run out.

Two minutes later Draco Malfoy with suds in his hair, came running out of the shower, screaming about how useless the whole school was. The hot water ran out on him, you see.

He did the best he could to clean himself up and get dressed, but his shoes would not go on his feet, his school robe had a huge blueberry stain on the side, and his hair would not stay flat and uncurled without his precise hair care routine being done daily, completely and most all, rightly.

Screaming at his reflection, (the mirror screamed back, causing a minor shock, and ten minutes more of screaming back and forth, because it amused him) Draco ran down stairs (curly hair and all) to his potions class. He was one of the few still taking said class after it no longer became required.

As he made his way down the last set of stairs, he started building up his self-esteem, for the laughs that were bound to-

"Dammit!" he yelped. His foot had slipped, and down the next thirty steps he went. You could hear just when his head hit the third to bottom stair, then did a summersault, and landed on his bottom. More than once he thanked his mother for putting that childhood protection charm on him; no matter how he fell or when he fell, he always landed with his legs spread apart, on his bottom.

As he finally got organized enough to get up and go to class, everyone started pouring out, and generally passing over him as if he didn't exist. Vaguely Draco recalled Professor Snape saying they were making a potion to ignore certain people. It sounded kind of scary to him, so of course, he was very interested in it.

As no one could see him for the mess he was though, he went on to his second class, and sat dutifully, as Professor Binns told them about-

"Mr. Kable? Mr. Kable? Oh, would one of you students wake him up please?" Professor Binns asked.

"Yes professor, I will," Pansy replied. She reached over, and tugged on a curl of hair. Draco sat up with a jump, looking around bewildered.

"What was that?" He looked over at Pansy, and saw a smirk unlike any he'd ever seen before. Slowly, his eyes went downward to her out stretched hand. Lying in her palm was a lock of his hair.

"My hair, what did you do to my hair?" he whispered in a frightened voice. "You pulled out my hair."

"Professor Binns asked me to wake you, Mr. Kable," Pansy replied, with a smile in her voice and an evil twinkle in her eye.

Draco stared at her. "My name is Malfoy, you dumb blonde." Gathering his things, he ran out of the classroom, and to his secret room.

His secret room was in a place where no one except those he wanted to, could find him. (Thus it being secret and all that.)

As the startling green and silver came into view, so did a certain messied-haired Gryffindor.

"Harry," Draco whined, "I've had a bad fucking day."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wanna neck rub?" Harry smiled softly at Draco and beckoned him over to the bed.

Draco smiled back, and felt all the negativity, just... melt away.

Later that night, as Draco lay in his own bed, arms above his head, he stared at the canopy and thought, "I had a bad fucking day. I'm so happy."