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Draco's Shopping Trip
The next morning, Harry is woken up by a splash of cold water. "Hey!" he cries out, opening his eyes to see Draco standing over him with a bucket in his hands. "Malfoy!"
"Yes?" Draco asks, trying to sound innocent.
"I'd kill you, but I'm not really into killing. Maiming though, that's a different story," He reaches out and drags Draco to him, pinning him on the bed. The two wrestle for a few minutes, but Draco manages to roll them over so he's on top. The boys stop laughing when they look into each other's eyes. Wordlessly, Draco bends down and kisses Harry lightly, pulling back to check his reaction.
Harry touches his lips, and pushes Draco off of him, "This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."
"I'm sorry, I thought…"
"No," Harry places a finger on Draco's lips, "you thought right. I want you…but I don't want to rush into anything. Is that ok? I mean, we don't even really know one another, and I'm looking for an actual relationship, not just a one time thing."
"I get that. So let's just walk around muggle London for today, as friends. You can take me around to all the stores so I can get a make over too. I'm sick of wearing all these prissy boy dress clothes. Your clothes look much more comfortable!"
"You can wear something of mine if you'd like. So you can get a feel of them. That way you'll know if you want to buy it or not."
"Yeah, that sounds good." The boys quickly begin dressing, with Harry handing various items to Draco to try on. Draco finally settles on a pair of black bondage pants with green tubing, and a slightly baggy, dark green t-shirt. He doesn't style his hair, and just leaves it so that it falls down to his shoulders, "I like this look. What do you think?"
"I think you'll have every girl drooling over you by the time schools starts."
"Ugh. I don't want the girls though!"
"Relax, I'll protect you from the mean girls!" Harry mocks affectionately, "Now come on, let's go." He walks to the door, not even looking in the mirror to check the spikes he'd put up, planning on going back to the salon to get more gel colors.
"So, are you going for the 'bad boy' image now?"
"Nah. I'm just being myself for a change. If I come across as a bad boy, then so be it. The way I see it, I'm going to die in this war, or else I'll end up in Azkaban. Either Voldie will kill me if I don't join him, or if I do join him, Dumblefuck will kill me while I'm at school. So one way or another I'm a sitting duck, so to speak. So if I'm going to die, I want to at least have the chance to be myself first."
"Why would you end up in Azkaban?"
"If I kill Voldie like I'm supposed to, I'll use an unforgivable curse, and I'll be sent to Azkaban for it." Harry shrugs, "and I'd probably kill myself when I get in there."
"Wow. Sounds like you've put some thought into this. Were you actually considering changing sides?"
"Still am. I understand what Voldemort is trying to do, and I agree with him…he's just going about it the wrong way. We don't need to kill off the muggleborns, and the mud bloods, we need to find a way to make them not talk about our world with the muggles. Killing them all would severely limit our population, and we can't risk that. There aren't enough purebloods to keep our families going. And some very powerful witches and wizards come from the muggle population, but they sometimes forget that we aren't supposed to exist, and go off bragging about what they can do. We need to teach them the things that purebloods know from birth, so they aren't feeling as left out. Maybe have an additional year of school for the muggleborns starting at age 10 instead of age 11. There they would learn all the customs and traditions and etiquette of our world. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense. It's a wonder nobody's thought of it before. But how would we do it?"
"I'm not really sure, but it would have to involve the Minister of Magic and possibly even the Prime Minister of the muggle world." Harry frowns. He hadn't been able to come up with the solution to that problem yet. "I think I can get in contact with Voldemort, but if we meet, I want it to be on my terms, and I don't know if he'll go for that."
"Well, you can try. Now then, where are we going?" He says in a clearer voice. They had been whispering back and forth down the stairs and through the bar. It wasn't exactly a conversation that they wanted people to hear.
Harry waives a cab down, and gives him instructions to go to the same salon he'd gone to last time. He walks in, dragging Draco behind him. When he sees Crystal sitting behind the counter, he walks up and gives her a small hug. "Crystal, I'd like you to meet my friend, Draco. Draco, this is Crystal, she's the one who did my hair."
"Hi, nice to meet you." Draco offers his hand.
"Ooh, another smooth one. So, what can I do for you boys today?"
"Well, I wanted to pick up some additional colors of styling gel, and I don't know if he wants anything done."
"Do you think you could do spikes with my hair too? Do you think it would look good?"
"You would look great with spikes, would you mind if I put some colored gel in there too?"
"Depends on what color you'd use."
"I'd probably use a light green and just use a small amount of it so it doesn't really stand out as much, and blends into the rest."
"Yeah, that sounds good."
Crystal leads him to her chair, leaving Harry to check out all the hair care products. She cuts the hair slowly and precisely, checking every few cuts to make sure it looks right. When she's got it short enough, she adds a very small amount of green powder to the gel and shakes it up. "Now, I'm just going to put a small amount in my hands, and run it through, your hair should be easier to spike than Callan's was." Sure enough, within minutes, Draco's hair is spiked, and all three of them admire the image.
"You look hot, Dray."
"Why thank you."
"I'll have to beat the girls off with a stick now." Harry laughs.
"Are you two together then?" Crystal asks, genuinely curious.
"No, but he's afraid of girls, and I offered to protect him."
"Aww how sweet. But I have to agree with Callan, you are hot."
Draco blushes at their comments and stands up to pay for his things. He pulls out a moneybag, and pays for his hair cut and style, as well as the bottle of faint green tinted gel. Harry walks up and requests one bottle each of blue, red, and white, as well as a bottle of shampoo, conditioner and plain styling gel.
"Will that be all, then?"
"Yeah, that should be everything." Harry pays for his things, and they turn to leave, "I'll come back to see you when I need my hair cut again, ok?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
The boys call another cab, and Harry instructs him to take them to the mall next. They walk in, and Harry takes Draco straight to the first shop he'd gone to. "You're back!"
"Yeah, and I brought a friend this time!" Harry laughs, "Maybe you should clear off some space again."
"My boss couldn't believe it when he saw how much we'd made yesterday."
"Yeah well, I love making people happy, what can I say. I hope you got a nice bonus from all that money. You were a big help."
Harry leads Draco around the store, pointing out various items that might look good on him. Draco ends up with a slightly smaller pile of clothes, but not by much. The guy rings up the pile of clothes and once again offers to hold everything until they finish shopping. "Thanks!" The boys call back as they make their way out of the store. They continue on with their shopping and slowly make their way around the mall. At one of the booths, they see a large collection of body piercings that glow under black lights.
He spots one tongue ring that calls out to him. It's white, but the top ball is clear with a green snake design inside and a black background. When he catches the owner's attention, he points to the one he wants, "Can I have that piece there, with the snake inside?"
"Sure, do you want anything else?"
"Nah, that'll be it."
"Ok." The man gives him the total of the piece and Harry pulls out the
correct amount of money. Draco however, continues to look at the possibilities.
"Hey, Callan?" He calls out, "Do you think I'd look good with an eyebrow ring?"
"Yeah, you'd look great with one. It would accent your eyes. What color ring would you get?"
"I think I'd get that pale blue one."
"That would look great!" They call the owner over again, and Draco picks out the ring he wants as well as a plain silver one to have as a spare, and pays for them both.
The boys continue along their way through the mall, wandering in and out of stores, buying various items along the way. They stop off at the glasses store to pick up Harry's contacts. When he walks out of the store, he has dark blue eyes instead of his bright green ones. By the time they get back to the Black Rose, they have gathered several more bags. They had one bag each of necklaces. They planned to charm the necklaces when they got back to Diagon Alley, so that no matter which one they wore, they would be protected.
They pile all of their bags into the trunk of the cab before collapsing onto the back sear. The taxi driver looks at them oddly when they state the destination, but they don't think anything of it. The cab drivers would never understand. They walk up the stairs and leave all of their things inside. "Feel like getting your piercing?" Harry asks.
"Yeah! And I've decided that I am getting a tattoo."
"Oh yeah? What are you getting?"
"I'm going to get a dragon on my back in shades of green, it'll be big, and I want the tail to wrap around to my chest, and have the head peaking around my side."
"That'll be wicked!"
They quickly touch up their hair and walk out of the room. They walk straight into Knockturn Alley, and straight to the tattoo parlor. "I want to get a tattoo and a piercing." Draco states authoritatively.
"Oh, it's you again." The man grumbles when he sees Harry, "You look good kid."
"Thanks."
The man turns to look at Draco, and doesn't even blink when he recognizes him. He was used to rich people coming in here looking for something to add to their appearance. "So what do you want?" Draco describes the tattoo to the shopkeeper, and adds on that he wants his eyebrow pierced too. The man simply nods his head and motions for Draco to take off his shirt. Carefully, he lays a design over his back and chest, and taps it with his wand to get the outline down. Then he removes the paper, and taps his wand against his skin to add in all the color. Draco flinches at the pain, but otherwise doesn't react.
"I had to put down a template for yours, so that it would look right." The man explains. "Now, what eyebrow ring do you want?" Draco gives the man the piece of jewelry and lets him put a hole in his eyebrow, healing it after putting the piece in. "There you go, kid." He tells Draco the price, and Draco pulls out the correct amount, smiling at Harry.
"How does it look?"
"You look amazing."
The boys make their way out of Knockturn Alley and back to their room. "Hey Harry?"
"What's up, Dray?"
"What do you think the kids will say when they see us?"
"I don't know. But it should be interesting."
"Yeah. What are we going to do now?"
"Well, I got a list of my estates today, so I think I'm going to go stay in one of the houses I own."
"Oh." Draco feels his stomach drop a bit.
"Would you want to come stay with me?" Harry asks, hearing the other boy's sad response.
"Yeah! If you don't mind, that is."
"Nah, I don't mind. I'd like the company. We just have to decide which house to go to."
"Maybe we can go look at them? Pick out the worst one and spend the summer fixing it up?"
"That sounds like a great idea!"
"Ok then, tomorrow I'll go to the bank and have Grombly make us a few portkeys. Sound good?"
"Yeah. What time do you want to get up?"
"Probably around 8:00."
"Ok. Goodnight Harry.
"G'night Dray."
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