The curly mop that he used previously was a deliberate jab to piss of Theo who would instantly recognise it as his own hair. It was a plan that had completely backfired as Draco had underestimated Theo’s narcissism. He was delighted. So much so he’d threatened to recreate Draco’s hair this week. The cheeky shit. Now Draco felt as though he was stuck with it as he desperately wanted to grab Ravens attention again. He’d been dreaming about the feisty witches cunt all week and desperately wanted to experience it.