The Name on Your Forehead

The Weasley twin’s latest invention, a glitter-bomb that causes the name of your crush to appear across your forehead, wrecks havoc among the students of Hogwarts. As usual, Harry’s the one who bears the brunt of it.

Excerpt: Malfoy’s eyes narrow and he comes to a stop, only a few paces from Harry. ‘I wouldn’t expect you to understand,’ he spits. ‘After all, your whole face is one big spell-gone-wrong, isn’t it, scarhead?’
Harry ignores the insult, opting to change the topic instead. ‘So, whose name is it then, Malfoy?’ He asks, and as soon as the question is out Malfoy’s eyes slide from his and a glorious red blush creeps up his neck. ‘Someone embarrassing, I bet. McGonagall? Madam Pomfrey? Your Father?’ That last one might have been going a little too far, Harry thinks, but really, he just couldn’t resist.
He’s never been able to resist when it comes to Malfoy.