DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
Musical Chairs Competition III: Round 2
Prompt: hair gel (object)
Draco Malfoy loved his hair gel. He wore it all the time. It was special. He wore it every day. He needed new pillowcases almost every week because of the hair gel stains; Malfoys did not tolerate dirty things, even if they were washed.
Lucius Malfoy was also very fond of hair gel. It was such a precious item. It got rid of all those stray hairs that just refused to stay in place. Malfoys simply couldn't afford to be imperfect. Perfection was in their genes.
Now do you see where Draco got his oh so wonderful personality from?
Today, Lucius Malfoy was requested to attend a very important meeting for only the most prestigious of purebloods. The Malfoys definitely fit in that category.
Of course, going to important meetings meant hair gel.
Draco, always the dutiful son, was accompanying Lucius to his important meeting. And, of course, public appearances required the utmost perfection. Perfection meant hair gel.
When Draco was finally done showering—showering was a very long process for him—he reached into the fancy cabinet for his handy dandy hair gel, only to find that it was gone.
"Mother!" he screamed. "My hair gel is gone!"
"Your father probably borrowed it, darling. Do be patient," Narcissa called up the stairs, sighing. She really had to find a way to get rid of Draco's hair gel addiction.
"But Malfoys don't wait, Mother!" Draco said, stomping his foot petulantly like the five-year-old he was.
"Fine, I'll go get it." Narcissa sighed yet again and trudged up the stairs in a somewhat elegant way—Malfoys were always elegant.
"Lucius, darling, would you give me the hair gel?" she asked.
"Not yet, Narcissa. I'm not done," Lucius said from inside the bathroom, flinging open the door.
"Your son is waiting." Narcissa hoped Lucius would understand the pointed look she was giving him.
"Tell him to wait longer," Lucius muttered, turning back to the mirror. He took another handful of hair gel, slathering it on his white blond hair. The hair gel made it shine even more.
Narcissa held back a sniff of distaste. "Lucius, you know what happens when you make Draco wait."
"Mother! I want my hair gel right now!" Draco shouted, storming over to them. He stood on his toes and grabbed the bottle of hair gel.
"Give that back this instant, Draco!" Lucius said, his face red.
Draco dodged his father's arm and ran away. Lucius groaned and chased after him. When he finally caught him, he snatched the bottle from Draco's hands and strode back the bathroom, Draco following him angrily.
"I want my hair gel!" Draco said, pouting.
"Darling, how about you let your father put it on for you?" Narcissa said, wishing that Draco would agree.
Draco grumbled and pouted once again. "Fine... but Father has to let me put on his hair gel for him!" His face lit up, and the pout disappeared.
Narcissa could barely hold back a laugh at Lucius's horrified expression. "Oh, yes, I'll leave you to that, boys."
"Narcissa!" Lucius pleaded, prying Draco's hands off of him. "Don't do this!"
Narcissa smirked. "Have fun!"
The chaos that ensued provided very good entertainment.
All because of hair gel...