"Give-me-the-camera-Padfoot," Remus said in a deadly quiet voice, while still trying to keep his werewolf side in control, as to not rip his best friend to shreds.
"NO!"
"PADFOOT," Remus yelled giving in to frustration. Several passerby turned in their chairs to stare.
Remus and Sirius were currently in a large auditorium filled to the brim with people anxiously awaiting the start of the event. On stage was to appear in a couple minutes a well known and liked wizarding band, Jaded. There were four members in this band, and one of them happened to be the godson of the very exuberant godfather sitting in the front row…
"Remus, I know I can do this, just give me a couple more chances," an overly excited Sirius stated as a bead of sweat dropped down his forehead. He had been trying to get the camera to work properly for the last half hour. He wanted to capture every moment of his beloved godsons show. He was very proud of Harry's musical talents and of how far he had come, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to watch any of his concerts due to the constant work needed to be done for the Order of the Phoenix.
So far he had succeeded in flashing the cameras light on Moony's face a couple times causing the werewolf to go cross eyed for a few moments.
Remus sighed as he looked around at the people milling around him trying to find their seats. His eyes landed on a shock of white-blond hair that could only belong to one person, Lucius Malfoy. Apparently he was here along with his wife, Narcissa, Remus mused. They must be here to watch their son of course…
(Backstage..)
"DRACO!"
"What is it?"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HAIR!"
"Why, whatever do you mean Harry dear.."
"You know perfectly well what I mean Malfoy! It looks like there's a skunk sitting on the top of my head," Harry yelled, now panicking. They had little over a minute to get on stage and Draco had somehow managed to put silver streaks in Harry's jet black locks while claiming he was just going to just put a little gel in it.
" It does not look like a skunk! Honestly you wouldn't know good fashion if it bit you on the nose. It looks sexy Harry, trust me"
" I don't care! I don't like it, NOW GET IT OUT!"
"Alright Alright don't get your hippogriffs in a twist..," Draco muttered as he moved in front of Harry and began to undo the charm.
Sigh, Draco thought as he moved towards the back of Harry's head, He really doesn't see how hot he looks with his hair like this, not that he doesn't look hot anyways…with those pouty lips, silky hair, lean body, and those amazing emerald eyes"
" Errr…Draco, are you stroking my hair," Harry said as he felt a soothing sensation on the back of his head.
"What? OH," Draco was brought abruptly back to reality as he realized what he was doing. With a deep flush on his face, that Harry couldn't see from this angle he was praying to Merlin, he responded, "Oh..well..um..you see its how I get the streaks out, its all part of the process and all that..," he finished lamely.
"20 seconds till show time guys," announced a backstage crew member, ending the awkward moment between the two 19 year-old boys.
Harry who had been busy staring at his shoelaces, trying to keep Draco from seeing the blush creeping onto his face hastily said, "Well we'd better get ready to get on then. I'll meet you out there, I'm gonna go grab my water bottle."
"Yeah, yes of course, I guess I'll see you out there. Good luck."
"Yeah, good luck to you too."
Harry watched as Draco disappeared behind the curtains and sighed as he rested his now streak free head against the side of the speakers. Great, I was hoping things wouldn't get like this between us, but its happening and I don't know what to do..
