Cafe Rendezvous
By:Nickainai
Chapter Four
Draco Malfoy got off the Wizarding Express. And he instantly got off the platform. He only had a few days to make himself non-existant. The blonde haired boy went to the counter where ticket sales would be sold.
"Hello, when is the next train to Bristol?" asked Draco.
The woman looked at a paper which was the train schedule. Then she looked up to Draco, "Tomorrow at seven o' clock in the evening, do you want to purchase a ticket?"
Draco nodded, and he gave her some muggle money, he got the ticket in return. He read the ticket, 'Train from London to Brisol, 7'o clock, platform 3'.
'Great. Now what should I do to pass the time?' thought Draco as he exited the train station. He looked over to a shop, that caught his attention.
'Of course, how stupid I must be?' thought Draco. This was a hairdresser place. He needed to get a make-over in order to conceal his idenity.
He entered the place, it was very modern. A man named 'Jeffree' greeted Draco. This man was very flamboyant. Jeffree had pink hair, very skinny eyebrows, he was wearing a skirt, and his legs were extremely skinny. Draco stared at him in shock. If it wasn't for his voice, his flat chest, or his stubble, and his strong jaw-line; He would have thought that the hair-dresser was a girl.
"Oh, here for a make-over?" asked Jeffree. Draco nodded nervously.
"Well, come here, sit down in my chair." instructed Jeffree.
Draco took a magazine and sat down the chair. He started to read.
"What do you want me to do with your hair?" asked Jeffree.
Draco replied, he was looking directly at Jeffree with the mirror; "Whatever you think is best. Just make me look completely different."
Draco was getting uncomfortable, as a strange flamboyant transgendered man was playing with his hair.
"How about hair extensions?" suggested Jeffree.
"No, I'd look like a bloody girl!" exclaimed Draco.
Jeffree raised an eyebrow, "And what's wrong with that?"
Draco didn't dare to respond. He just shrugged. "No hair extensions." said Draco.
Jeffree pouted sadly. He looked at Draco through the mirror, "What's your name?" asked the pink-haired cross dresser.
"Uhh..." began Draco, then he saw a 'star wars' adverisement. And he blurted out "Hayden."
He decided to stick with that name. And that's how Draco became Hayden.
Draco sighed loudly. "Why don't you just chop the most of my hair off?" he asked Jeffree.
Jeffree gasped. "Are you sure?" he asked in a trembling whisper while he ran his hands through Draco's hair. "I mean, it's so pretty, so soft," he gushed.
"Um yeah, and why don't you dye it... Brown?" suggested Draco.
"BROWN?" exclaimed Jeffree, "But do you know how hard it is to get a hair colour like yours?"
Draco shook his head, "No, as it is my natural hair color."
"Ah! Virgin hair..." mumured Jeffree.
"Virgin hair?" asked Draco, his eyebrow raising in curiousity.
Jeffree said this in response; "You have never dyed your hair before, correct?"
"Correct."
"So, then your hair is therefore named; virgin hair. Because your hair is pure from damage." explained Jeffree.
Draco nodded his head slowly in understandment. "So if my hair's 'virginal' then what do you call your hair?"
"I don't know." replied Jeffree after a moment of being in deep thought.
"How many times have you done anything to your hair?" asked Draco.
Jeffree giggled. "I bloody don't know!"
"So I guess its safe to say that you have slutty hair." said Draco.
Jeffree giggled even more. "I suppose that's correct! Slutty hair,"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Are you sure that you want to chop off your hair all off? I mean, then you'd look like a boy." said Jeffree as he picked at his inch long fuschia pink nails.
Draco dropped his mouth open, "Are you saying that I look like a girl?"
"Oh, why... Of course, you do. Don't be ashamed of being a girl!"
Draco blurted out, "I'm NOT a BLOODY GIRL!"
"You're not?" asked Jeffree, he seemed to be surprised. Draco shook his head, "No, I'm not a girl. I'm all man, thank you."
Jeffree ignored Draco. He anyalzed the blonde's hair, "Fine. I suggest that your hair shall not get shorter than the end of your ear. I also suggest that you don't dye darker than medium chocolate brown, and if you do decide to go that color, I recommend honey blonde fine streaks. How about it?"
"That's fine with me."
Jeffree didn't allow Draco to see the process of the masterpiece he was creating. Draco was extremely nervous at this. But Jeffree promised that he would do his very best, and he was the best of best. When Draco's hair was all washed, cut and then dyed. It was blow-dried, and the styled. After the process was complete, Jeffree spinned Draco's chair around, and Draco faced his reflection.
Draco didn't recogonize his reflection at all. It was almost scary. But it was perfect. It was exactly what he wanted. He didn't need to be recogonized. Mission accomplished.
"I love it!" exclaimed Draco with a broad smile. He took out his hand, and Jeffree smiled, then kissed his hand. Draco meant to exchange a handshake, clearly, things were misunderstood.
Draco stood up and brushed off extra hair off himself while Jeffree headed out for the register. He accounted the amount that Draco owed him for the services, Draco got in front of the desk and waited for the reciept. Jeffree didn't give him the reciept immediately, he decided to make modest conversation, at least to his own standards.
"So, are you straight or gay?" asked Jeffree.
Draco was taken back with this particular question. Why would Jeffree want to know? Surely, if he was gay, he wouldn't be with a guy like Jeffree. Or whatever Jeffree was. He just told him the truth, "Uh... I'm straight."
The pink-haired individual smiled at the answer. He couldn't stop questioning Draco which was creeping him out. "How old are you?"
Draco gulped. "Fourteen. Almost fifteen. Why?"
Jeffree didn't have an explaination for those two questions. He just mumured, "Such a shame."
"For what?" asked Draco, he just wanted to pay and leave. He couldn't do that because Jeffree kept talking and talking. He couldn't just leave the money and run off, that would be simply rude. He was raised better than that.
Jeffree walked from the desk and over to Draco's side. He bent down a little, he put his lips close to Draco's ear and whispered, "I like to fuck straight boys."
Draco's eyes widened. At that, he took out his wallet, and began to take the money out.
"If you were legal, oh, I'd fuck you immediately..." said Jeffree.
"...That's great." said Draco, "Here's the money..."
Jeffree took the money off Draco's hand slowly, so his hand could touch Draco's. This was extremely creeping Draco out. He slowly walked backwards.
"When you get older, call me, 'kay?" said Jeffree.
Draco slowly nodded.
"The name's Jeffree Star. Remember my name, remember my face."
Draco kept walking backwards slowly, staring straight at Jeffree in fear and shock. He stopped as he hit something flat. A door, he opened it with his hand behind him, and as soon he got out the hair styling place. He ran. He ran past people, past cars. He had never been so afraid in his entire life. He felt as if he was going to be molested.
Draco stopped running as he hit a hard object. A hotel. Perfect, he needed a place to stay, he rubbed his nose, and saw it was bleeding. He ignored it, he entered the hotel, and went to the front desk to register.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed one of the women at the front desk.
"What?" asked Draco.
"It seems like you broken your nose!" exclaimed another woman.
"I did?" asked Draco.
The first woman nodded her head, "Haven't you noticed the blood?"
"Yeah... You sure its broken?"
"Yes! We've got to bring you to the hosptial." said the second woman. Draco put his hand to his nose, and he rubbed it. He could feel the bone, it was broken into two pieces. Both of the women whom talked to Draco stood up, and grabbed Draco's arms leading him outside.
"Get in the car!" ordered the first woman. The second woman put Draco in the car and set the seat-belt on him. Then she ran around the car, then sat beside Draco. The first woman got in the drivers seat.
The first woman began the car, and started driving to the hosptial. "My name's Sarah."
"Mine's Mary." said the second woman.
"I'm Hayden..." said Draco.
"What's your surname, we need to know as we are going to the hosptial." explained Sarah.
Draco didn't have much time to think up of a name. He couldn't use his real last name, Malfoy for obvious reasons. What about his mother's maiden name? Black? No, that was obvious too. What was the opposite of his family? The Malfoys and the Blacks. Black.. Black..
"White!" exclaimed Draco as he decided on his new last name. That's how he got the idea of his brand new identity. Hayden White, not half bad. It was a pretty normal name.
"We're here!" said Mary in joy.
Sarah and Mary got out of the vehicle immediately. Mary took off the seat-belt for Draco, and Sarah dragged him to the doctor.
"Do you got identification?" asked Mary.
Draco shook his head.
"That's okay," said Sarah.
"Oh, right. Your boyfriend's one of the doctor."
Sarah giggled. "Oh yes, Doctor! Can you give me a check up!" dramatized Sarah, then gave Mary a wink.
Draco felt as if he was surrounded by giggling, girlish, boy-loving and horny people. He had enough. He only hoped that he didn't meet any more of those type of people.
The two women brought Draco to a sitting room. Sarah left after a while, Mary sat with Draco, saying words of sympathy. It was not long before Sarah arrived back to the sitting room, with a doctor who apparently were her boyfriend.
"Hayden White?" called out the Doctor.
"That's me..." said Draco as he stood up and walked towards the doctor. He read the name tag it was Dr. Fitzerpatrick . Mary and Sarah started to tail after Draco until he stopped themselves, "I'll be fine by myself, you girls can wait for me, okay?"
The girls nodded simulatinously, and walked to their seats, they were sitting by each other.
The doctor brought Hayden to a secluded room, yet it was very bright and vibrant. Draco sat down on one of those hosptial 'beds'.
"Boy, I don't know how you can stand those girls." said Dr. Fitzerpatrick.
"I can't." admitted Draco.
"Well, I think your nose is definitely broken." said the doctor.
Draco nodded. "I can feel two pieces of bone."
"That's not good, but let's have a x-ray to make sure."
"Okay."
"Shall we?" said the older man, as he pointed the exit.
Draco sat up and started to follow the doctor. He brought the now brunette haired boy to a darkened room with barely any light. The doctor brought Draco a few pieces of metal which appeared to be magentic, attached with plastic materialized coverings. To protect his body from radiation, was what the Doctor said. That made Draco nervous. He had heard many horrible stories about radiation. Draco laid down on stainless steel 'bed' and covered most of his face with the objects that the doctor handed him. Those objects were pretty heavy.
The doctor lowered the camera directly to his nose, and told Draco to close his eyes during the duration. He left the room and went to the other room, which could be seen from the room that Draco currently was at, since the other room were made of glass walls. After approximately two or three mintues, the doctor came back.
"It will take a while for the photos to develop. Please do be patient." he told Draco as he entered the room.
The doctor bought Draco back to that particular room, and left him all by of himself. The doctor returned within ten mintues, he entered the room and lightened up the screen and put the x-rayed photos up.
"Well, your nose is definitely broken..." said the doctor, "Chances is that it can't be fixed, unless you opt for plastic surgery."
Draco nodded his head. The doctor handed him a mirror.
"Wow! I look completely different with a broken nose." said Draco. This was perfect. The chances of people recogonizing him were majorly lowered. It was what he wanted. He didn't deliberately hurt himself on purpose.
The doctor cleaned up the nose and placed on a 'brace' on the bridge of the nose, so it'd heal better. It'd still look crooked, like the doctor told Draco. He didn't mind, actually, he was sick of being perfect.
Growing up, Draco always had to be perfect. Because he was a Malfoy. But now he wasn't a Malfoy anymore, not by name. Technically, he was still a Malfoy by blood. Now, does anyone know that? No. He was a completely different person now. So he could act differently, and act however he wanted to. He smiled at this, during this train of thought he was lost in his own world.
The doctor looked at Draco suspectiously as he smiled. And as Draco noticed that, he snapped out of it and was brought back to reality.
"I think the girls are waiting for you." said the doctor. Draco nodded, the doctor walked to the sitting room where the two women were waiting for Draco anxiously. It was strange to Draco that the women were so incredibly worried about him, as they barely know him. As he arrived to the room, he was greeted by hugs. After hugging him, Sarah went to the doctor and kissed him on the lips. Draco thought it was revolting.
"Well, let's go back to the hotel." said Mary.
They did so. Draco got a discount because the two women felt awful that he hurt himself. And that was Draco's first day as Hayden White. The next day, he had a train ride to Bristol, England. The very end of England, and whoever knows where he'd go next. That was the fun of it. Draco loved not knowing his future plans. He loved being Hayden White so far.
Before leaving for Bristol, Dracoo wanted to visit his favorite muggle clothng store for the last time. It was named "Male Essence." He has been shopping there since he was nine years old. He always had a great sense of style. He brought approximately a thousand pounds worth of clothing. "Male Essence" was filled with designer clothing, and there was not any other store like it, it was truly fine and original. Draco wished there was more of this particular store.
He remembered back to the time when he first came across to this particular store. Seeing as Severus Snape is Draco's godfather, he visited him every single summer from the time he was two years old up to the summer before he attended Hogwarts. Severus was also born a half-blood which meant he lived as a muggle half of the time. When Draco visited Severus, he always brought his best friend Blaise with him, occasionally Pansy came along. During his time at Snape Manor, Draco learnt many different things that muggles could do, such like basketball which he loved to play with Blaise.
One day, for Draco's ninth birthday, Severus decided to take the day off work so he could take Draco out for birthday shopping. Draco brought Blaise and Pansy along. It was a long humid summer day, Draco kept going on and on while the other three were extremely exhausted. The three suggested to stop, but Draco refused. Eventually they agreed to a compromise. Draco could only bring them to one more store then they would retreat to Severus' place for the weekend. Draco wanted to find the perfect place to shop before they could kick back and relax. The group walked down a infamous street in London with many fashion stores, Draco did not dare enter a store, just looked at the manniquins in the window displays. After an hour, Draco stopped to look at the manniquins at a particular store, the clothing style that the manniquins displayed were extremely extistique. Draco looked up at the sign, and it was named "Male Essence."
Draco entered the store with Pansy, Blaise, and Severus. He loved everything that was on the racks, he pratically brought everything that fit. That day he fell in love with this store, and it became his favorite. Ever since, he has been frequently visiting there.
It was saddening to leave a place where that was a big part of him. Draco walked out of the store, frowning, and remembered all the good memories he had in that place. He carried a several bags of clothing in his arms. New clothes, new life, right? He just had to prepare himself for the train to Bristol. At that very moment, it all hit him. Everything was really going to change.
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Draco was waiting for his pizza to be cooked. He sat down at the kitchen table. He loved his flat. It was such a spacious place. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all one big room. Draco loved that, he loved big and open spaces. He had three bedrooms. He lived in the master bedroom, and the smallest bedroom was his study. He had a spare bedroom, but he hadn't found a room-mate.
Draco had a posting for available room. Many people has called him about the spare room, but he hadn't decided on a room-mate just yet. It was difficult choosing someone to live with. It wasn't expensive, the room-mate only had to pay less than half the rent which was $600 a month.
Draco heard the beep. He stood up, and then walked over the stove, turned the temperature down. Someone was downstairs and wanted to come up. "Hello?" asked Draco.
"Hi? I'm here about the spare room?" asked a stranger. Draco couldn't help it but he thought this voice was familiar.
"Oh, yes, come up." said Draco.
At this point, the pizza was ready, and he took it out of the oven. He picked up a slice of pizza and put it into his mouth. Then the doorbell rang.
Draco walked over to the door and open. He gasped, "Evan?"
"Am I in the wrong place?" asked Harry.
"Are you here for the room?"
Harry nodded. "You live on your own?"
"Yeah, I do. Actually, I've been living on my own for a while now." explained Draco.
"Oh, I thought you lived with your parents."
"No, not for a while." admitted Draco.
"What a coincidence." stated Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Is it really?"
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"You obviously knew I lived in this buliding..." pointed out Draco.
Harry laughed, "I did. But I didn't know you lived in this specific apartment."
Draco nodded his head, "Well, I guess I'll call you sometime." As Draco said that, Harry wrote down his number and handed it to Draco, their hands touching for a moment.
"I'll see you around." said Harry as he began walking to the elevator.Draco couldn't help it but he watched him walking away down the hall. 'Wow, he has a nice butt.' thought Draco, 'Did I just think that?' Then he realized what he wanted.
"Evan, wait!" exclaimed Draco, and he started to rush down the hall, then he got face to face with Harry.
"Yeah, what is it?" asked Harry.
"Uhm, I haven't got many offers regarding the room. So how about it, will you move in?" lied Draco.
"Sure. When do you want me to move in?" asked Harry.
"How about.. A week?" suggested Draco.
"That sounds great."
"Want a tour?"
Harry agreed. Draco took him in by the hand, and brought them to the apartment.
"Well, here's my place..." said Draco as he opened the door to his apartment. Harry gasped, "It's a mess!"
"Uh... Well, yeah. I mean... I don't really have the time to clean, and growing up... I never really had to clean." admitted Draco.
Harry smiled. "Bet you were pampered and spoiled?"
Draco nodded his head. "Can't blame me..."
Harry sighed, "Well, let me check the fridge?" He asked Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow, and replied, "Why?"
"I want to see what food you have, so if you're missing anything, then we have to go food shopping before I move in." explained Harry.
"We? Food shopping?" questioned Draco, "Why, both of us?"
"So we can split the food bill, since there are two of us."
"Makes sense, help yourself." Draco permitted Harry. He knew he didn't have much, except for--
"--fast food? ...Microwavable meals? ...Don't you eat healthy?" asked Harry, he was pretty shocked.
Draco didn't know what to say so he just shrugged. "I never learned how to cook," he admitted.
"Really? And you work at a cafe?" questioned Harry.
Draco nodded. "It is not like I do actual cooking, I just bake, toast, and make coffee. Any dimwit could do that."
"Okay," began Harry, "I guess I'll be cooking every single night."
"That would be great, I don't get much of home-cooked meals these days."
"Aww, poor Hayden."
Draco just chuckled, "At least those foods fattened me up."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled. "When I was younger, I was incredibly skinny. I was pratically skin and bones, I was obsessed with my health. I could get whatever I wanted to eat, but since I moved out and lived on my own, I could not eat whatever I wanted, and since I could not cook, I started eating whatever I could eat. Then I gained some weight."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You skinny? I can't imagine that."
"When I was fourteen, I was 5'5 and 100 pounds." said Draco.
"Really?" asked Harry, his mouth was wide open in shock. Draco nodded his head, while Harry had another question. "Do you have a picture?"
Draco shook his head. "I don't have any pictures of me from my childhood."
"Oh... How old are you now?" asked Harry.
"Nineteen. Five years later, I'm now 6'3 and 180 pounds. Isn't it a wonderful transformation?"
"Indeed." agreed Harry, eyeing Draco's body in admiration.
Draco laughed. "I remember people used to think I was a girl too."
"Really? But you look so masculine."
"I do now. However, when I was younger, I had like long hair, like past my shoulders."
"Err... long hair? On you? I can't imagine that." admitted Harry.
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Let's begin the tour?" He suggested. Harry smiled and nodded his head. Draco showed where the bathroom was, where his bedroom was, where the study was, and where the other boy would be residing.
"It's a nice place." said Harry.
"It is. I love it here." said Draco, smiling.
"Hey, who's that girl?" asked Harry as he picked up a photo.
Draco frowned. "That's my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer."
It was Draco's junior year during High School. There was a Winter Formal Ball, and his friends used to say how beautiful Jennifer was. Draco agreed with his friends. One day, in November, he asked her out for the Winter Formal. Jennifer shly smiled and said yes. Before the Winter Formal, they got together and shopped for outfits so they could match. Jennifer and Draco would spend a lot of time with each other, before the ball. Eventually they developed a relationship. This picture was took outside of the Winter Formal Ball's courtyard, Jennifer was wearing a red strapless satin dress, it was very simple but very elegant too. Draco wore a pinstriped black suit, with a red button up shirt, and a single white rose on his breast pocket.
Harry could see that Draco was distraught and apparently he had not thought about this picture for a while. He asked him with concern, "Why did you guys break up?"
Draco laughed bitterly. "We dated for three years before we broke up. We were pretty exclusive with each other. But Jennifer was so controlling, and she always wanted to be with me. One day, after graduating High School, she wanted me to go away for school with her. I didn't want to, I just wanted to stay. She even said that her parents would pay for my schooling. It was too much, and I didn't want to be commited. So I ended it there. I have not talked to her ever since."
"Ouch." said Harry as he put the picture back down. Draco nodded. "What about that blonde girl at the Cafe, is she your girlfriend?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Olivia, my girlfriend?" questioned Draco, then laughed, "She's more of a sister to me."
Harry's face reddened. "Oh, I'm sorry. It just seemed that you two are close."
"We are." confirmed Draco.
Harry sighed, "I guess... That means you're single."
Draco quickly became nervous and he gulped. "Uh.. yeah, I am."
"Me too, have been since I was sixteen. I'm nineteen now." confessed Harry.
"Why for so long?" asked Draco curiously.
Harry looked away. He could not tell the guy in front of him the truth. "I was... busy back in England."
"You're from England?" asked Draco, surprised. He had never met anyone from England since he left there.
Harry nodded slowly in disbelief. "I thought I'd have an English accent?"
"I don't notice." confessed Draco. Obviously, he wouldn't notice as he was used to the way the English spoke.
"You have an accent too. A new-york style's accent." pointed out Harry.
Draco didn't know that he adapted the way of americanisms.
"Err... You know what's bothering me so much?" asked Harry.
"What?" replied Draco.
"This apartment is so nice, but it is such a mess! Oh... Hayden, I do not mean to be rude, but I am so anal about being clean and everything... Do you mind, that I could come in during the week, to clean everything up before I move in since I don't think I could survive being in a mess?" requested Harry.
"Help yourself... Hold on, I'll get you a copy..." said Draco as he ran into his bedroom, and came back with the extra copy of keys then handed them to Harry. Harry smiled and thanked him.
"Well, geez. Look at the time, I better get going." said Harry.
Draco nodded his head, "I had a good time."
"Me too."
"Good night," said Draco as he walked Harry to the door.
"G'nite."
TBC.
A/N: If you're an avid myspace user, the chances are, you've heard of Jeffree Star... He seemed like an interesting person, and I couldn't resist portaying him in this story. He will not be a major character for this story, he is only merely used for enterainment means of humor. The Virgin/Slutty hair is one of my most famous jokes, so I request you guys not to use them. And, the reasons why Draco chose his name, is the same reasons that I chose for him, it works with the story! Broken nose, why not! It'll make Draco even more different. Oh I know, I've been SO mean to Draco. I promise that the present half for the next chapter will be longer than this one, and the future half will be shorter though. Please do review, it'll be greatly appreciated. I reply to every single one of the reviews because I love you guys!
