A/N: this was inspired by another oneshot by Clear Stream. If I tell you the title now I might give the story away.

Harry woke up to the sound of little feet pounding down the stairs. He had been unable to sleep that previous night and decided that one of Draco's boring chick-flicks would do the trick. He was right. After 10 long minutes of The Notebook Harry was sleeping like a baby.

He turned to look at the clock. It was only 8:30. What were the girls doing up so early? They usually didn't wake up until noon.

Ron and Hermione's little girl had spent the night with Elayne, who belonged to Draco and Harry. 7-year-old Roselyne had the trademark Weasley hair with freckles to match. She had also inherited, much to Hermione's dismay, the mentality of her prankster uncles. Elayne had platinum blonde hair that fell down her back in elegant waves. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green, and she was a year younger than Roselyne. The two youngsters were inseperable.

Harry walked into the kitchen to see if they were hungry. He knew he was. They were found sitting at the kitchen table whispering and giggling their little hearts out.

That's definitely not a good sign. "Alright," the girls whipped their heads around to face him. "What did you two-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry was interrupted by Draco screaming upstairs. Roselyne's face split into a huge smile and Elayne was clutching her sides as she laughed hysterically.

Draco's footsteps were like thunder coming down the steps. "That's it!" he hollered. "From now on I will be searching that child's suitcase before she even steps foot in my house!"

Harry stared wide-eyed at Roselyne. "What did you do?"

She giggled, "You'll see."

Draco stormed into the kitchen and pointed an accusing finger at the Weasley child. "You!"

Harry gaped at Draco, not knowing whether to be horrified or highly amused. Two clumps of hair were in tiny pigtails on top of his head with one on each side. Harry had never seen anyone wear that much blush; man or woman. The eyeshadow was way overdone, but it coordinated with Draco's silver silk pajamas perfectly. The bright pink lipstick matched his fingernails, which were very poorly painted. It looked as if there was an attempt made at eyeliner and mascara, but it failed horribly.

"Wow," was all that Harry could say. What are you supposed to do when your husband comes into the kitchen looking like that?

"Looking good, Daddy," giggled Elayne.

Draco's eyes settled on his daughter while he kept a long thin finger pointed at Roselyne. "Were you in on this?"

"Now, Draco. They were just having a little fun."

"Fun? You call this fun?" he pointed a pink fingernail at his face. Harry shrugged. "I look like a cheap hooker!"

"Yes, but you're my cheap hooker," Harry smiled. Draco glared at him and let out what sounded like a low growl.

"What's that, Dad?" Elayne asked Harry.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Why don't you two go upstairs and pack up that make-up?"

"Okay," Elayne slid off the chair and ran up the stairs with Roselyn trailing behind her.

"Who's idea was it to have a sleepover anyway?" asked Draco while walking to the kitchen sink to wipe off the girls' masterpiece.

"Yours, dear," replied Harry.

"Oh…"

El Fin!

Okay, the story was inspired by Clear Stream's "Makeover". Please review!