Malfoy stood frozen for a solid three seconds, sheer disbelief written all over his face. When he finally snapped out of it, he reached up to touch his messy hair, looked at the tangled strands between his fingers, and feigned a furious glare.
"Shu! What do you think you're doing?"
His voice carried a hint of exasperation, yet it was faintly laced with helplessness and deep affection.
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