Okay, I just updated this chapter, because, ha, ha, I was informed
that I didn't include a vital piece of info in this chapter, so sorry bout
that! Okay, so the new part is at the end of the story!
I own nothing!!! *Sobs hysterically at her state of poverty* Wait! I own my teddy bears!!! Yea, I am not worthless, or, err, well, okay, let me just get my point across: Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and etc. (did you know etc. translates out into blah, blah, blah?) J.K. Rowling does. If there were a Queen of the written word, it would be her.
"Hey! Potter! Stupid Git, get up, were going to be late!" Draco Malfoy said shaking sleeping Harry Potter, who, in response, mumbled something about getting the phone and having to go give the golden snitch a bath.
"Fine you asked for it," Malfoy said grabbing one of Harry's arms and pulling the half asleep boy off the bed where he fell with a loud thump.
"What in the bloody hell! Why did you do that Ron," Harry said getting up and rubbing his eyes. Then suddenly remembering that it was not Ron who he was sharing a room with, but Malfoy said "Oh, your not Ron, duh, but why the bugger did you do that? We don't have classes, it's a bloody Saturday"
"We have to get up, its already 7:00, and as we both know, we cant go anywhere without the other," Malfoy replied throwing Harry some clothes and a pair of robes then walking out of the room to let him change.
"Filthy little bugger got in my trunk!" Harry said throwing his clothes on the ground and going back to bed. Harry vaguely wondered how long it would take Malfoy to realize that he wasn't coming. It didn't take very long.
"Potter! I need to be somewhere, and to get there, I need you to come along, so will you just humor me for an hour?" Malfoy said annoyed.
"Where do you need to go?"
"*Sigh* I need to go to the Hogwarts salon to get my hair done, and" he said looking disapprovingly at Harry's tussled black hair, "we can have something done about your hair. It's not good for my reputation to have to walk around school with someone whose hair looks like it was glued on. Now get dressed!"
"Hogwarts has a salon?"
"Yes, now get up!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Is there anyway I can bribe you into it?"
"No."
"How can I get you to go?"
"If you dress in a bright green tee-shirt and orange jeans and walk around school saying 'Potter Rocks' and tap dancing every time you see a teacher," Harry said thinking that this would put an end to the whole getting up thing.
"Potter, you are strange." Was Malfoy's reply.
"Is that a yes?"
"No."
"Is that a no?"
"Yes."
"Well, your just no fun are you Malfoy?"
"Please! Please! I need to get my hair done! Please!" Malfoy said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Fine. Leave, I need to dress," Harry said getting up and going to his trunk. Malfoy turned on his heel and strode out the door, an air of triumph playing on his leaving form. Slowly Harry got his clothes and began to change. Just when he was about ready to put on his shirt Malfoy burst through the door saying something about not being able to trust Potter, but he stopped in is tracks when he saw Harry.
"God, he has a nice body" Malfoy thought, "I wonder what the rest of him looks like. You know, he's not that bad looking.what am I saying! I am not, not attracted to him."
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Harry yelled quickly pulling on his shirt. Malfoy, who had been staring open mouthed a Harry's tan and toned physique, quickly caught himself, and left, muttering something about "my mistake" and "sorry." Harry finished changing, and emerged from the room, shooting Malfoy dirty looks all the way to the salon.
When they finally got to the salon, which was in a room in a hall that Harry had never seen before, they went into a room that resembled a dentist's office.
"Hello Marie, How are you today? Sorry about being late for the appointment I, err, woke up late. Has my appointment been canceled?" Malfoy said walking up to a girl at a receptionist's desk.
"No, your appointment is still there, who's your friend?"
"That's just Potter. Can I go on in?"
"Potter? That's a weird first name."
"It is isn't it. Can I go on in?" Malfoy repeated.
"Yeah, go on ahead."
"Oh, and see if you can squeeze in an appointment for Potter. Put it one my tab," Malfoy said gesturing toward Harry.
"No! I don't want a haircut!" Harry said frowning.
"Listen, either you get a haircut here by a professional, or, or else." Malfoy said turning around and looking at Harry, trying not to let his eyes stray towards Harry's torso, which was now covered, but still looked damn good.
"Do your worst," Harry exclaimed sitting down in one of the uncomfortable chairs that was by him. Malfoy looked at him as if he were crazy for passing up a free haircut, but then turned and walked into the backroom.
An hour or so later, and after Harry had read the one magazine that was in there (Witch's World) ten times, Draco came out looking extremely pleased. The only thing Harry noticed had been done was that his hair had been trimmed and it looked shinier. If doing that had taken an hour, Harry shuddered to think how long his hair would have taken.
It was about 8:30 now, and Harry was hungry for breakfast so he walked out the door while Malfoy was paying, causing Malfoy to have to run to catch up with him.
"Do you have your 'report'?" Harry asked taking a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket.
"Uh huh," was Malfoy's reply. "Do you work out?"
"What? Work out? No, I don't, why?"
"Just wondering," Malfoy said as they walked into the Great Hall. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione, who immediately came over. Crabbe and Goyle, followed from the Slytherin table.
"Hey Harry. So, how's it going?" Hermione asked totally ignoring Malfoy.
"Okay, I guess as good as it's going to get while he's around," Harry said.
"You know, I just love it how you pretend I am not here," Malfoy said disgusted.
"Did you hear something Harry?" Ron said looking past where Malfoy was standing as if he couldn't see him. Malfoy glowered at Ron.
"Yes, I suppose you cant see me can you, you probably need glasses, but oh, I forgot, your family cant even afford those now can they?" Malfoy said smiling at the effect these words had on the red headed boy. His face had gone completely red from blushing and his hand was twitching as if the only thing he desired was to punch him. But all Ron did was turn and walk back to the Gryffindor table followed by Hermione. Malfoy waved his hand and Crabbe and Goyle went to sit down.
"You're a prat, you know?" Harry said.
"Yes, I know, now lets go and give Dumbledore those stupid reports." Malfoy and Harry walked up to the staff table and went to where Dumbledore was sitting.
"Hello Harry, Hello Draco, do you have those reports," Dumbledore said smiling. The two boys answered by putting their papers in front of him.
"Hmmm, lets see.Harry wrote: Malfoy the bloody prat who loves to ruin my life also like to read. And Draco wrote: Potter the little muggle loving prince of the school likes Quidditch, which is what I expected from a boy with as little imagination as him. Hmmm, yes, well, thank you, you may leave, and oh, your table is over there," Dumbledore said pointing to a small table with two chairs in the far corner. The two boys stalked off, each one looking daggers at the other.
Breakfast went about as usual, except for all the strange glances they were getting. After Malfoy had finally finished his breakfast, they made their way to their first class. True to his word, Dumbledore had set up a table where they had to work together, by themselves, but all this accomplished was a melted cauldron, and 5 points from Gryffindor! Finally the day was over and (after having to listen to Draco's oral exercises again!) Harry fell asleep. Draco did not.
When midnight rolled around, and he was sure Harry was fast asleep, Draco got out of his bed and took three objects from one of his trunks: A comb, a pair of scissors, and a bottle of Silvia Shines Famous Hair Controlling Solution. Silently Draco made his way towards Harry's bed, to start on his evil deed, because after all, it was bad for his reputation to be seen with someone whose hair looks like it was glued on.
Well, wasn't that interesting? It seems that Malfoy is beginning to see Potter for his, err, finer points, and it seems that Harry is going to get a haircut whether he likes it or not. I can say no more without giving it away. Probably a little slash in the next chapter and even more in the next, well, love you all and thank you to all my reviewers *They like me, they really like me* *Sobs happily* Well, got to go! Love to you all!
~Me! ChaffonGal
I own nothing!!! *Sobs hysterically at her state of poverty* Wait! I own my teddy bears!!! Yea, I am not worthless, or, err, well, okay, let me just get my point across: Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and etc. (did you know etc. translates out into blah, blah, blah?) J.K. Rowling does. If there were a Queen of the written word, it would be her.
"Hey! Potter! Stupid Git, get up, were going to be late!" Draco Malfoy said shaking sleeping Harry Potter, who, in response, mumbled something about getting the phone and having to go give the golden snitch a bath.
"Fine you asked for it," Malfoy said grabbing one of Harry's arms and pulling the half asleep boy off the bed where he fell with a loud thump.
"What in the bloody hell! Why did you do that Ron," Harry said getting up and rubbing his eyes. Then suddenly remembering that it was not Ron who he was sharing a room with, but Malfoy said "Oh, your not Ron, duh, but why the bugger did you do that? We don't have classes, it's a bloody Saturday"
"We have to get up, its already 7:00, and as we both know, we cant go anywhere without the other," Malfoy replied throwing Harry some clothes and a pair of robes then walking out of the room to let him change.
"Filthy little bugger got in my trunk!" Harry said throwing his clothes on the ground and going back to bed. Harry vaguely wondered how long it would take Malfoy to realize that he wasn't coming. It didn't take very long.
"Potter! I need to be somewhere, and to get there, I need you to come along, so will you just humor me for an hour?" Malfoy said annoyed.
"Where do you need to go?"
"*Sigh* I need to go to the Hogwarts salon to get my hair done, and" he said looking disapprovingly at Harry's tussled black hair, "we can have something done about your hair. It's not good for my reputation to have to walk around school with someone whose hair looks like it was glued on. Now get dressed!"
"Hogwarts has a salon?"
"Yes, now get up!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Is there anyway I can bribe you into it?"
"No."
"How can I get you to go?"
"If you dress in a bright green tee-shirt and orange jeans and walk around school saying 'Potter Rocks' and tap dancing every time you see a teacher," Harry said thinking that this would put an end to the whole getting up thing.
"Potter, you are strange." Was Malfoy's reply.
"Is that a yes?"
"No."
"Is that a no?"
"Yes."
"Well, your just no fun are you Malfoy?"
"Please! Please! I need to get my hair done! Please!" Malfoy said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Fine. Leave, I need to dress," Harry said getting up and going to his trunk. Malfoy turned on his heel and strode out the door, an air of triumph playing on his leaving form. Slowly Harry got his clothes and began to change. Just when he was about ready to put on his shirt Malfoy burst through the door saying something about not being able to trust Potter, but he stopped in is tracks when he saw Harry.
"God, he has a nice body" Malfoy thought, "I wonder what the rest of him looks like. You know, he's not that bad looking.what am I saying! I am not, not attracted to him."
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Harry yelled quickly pulling on his shirt. Malfoy, who had been staring open mouthed a Harry's tan and toned physique, quickly caught himself, and left, muttering something about "my mistake" and "sorry." Harry finished changing, and emerged from the room, shooting Malfoy dirty looks all the way to the salon.
When they finally got to the salon, which was in a room in a hall that Harry had never seen before, they went into a room that resembled a dentist's office.
"Hello Marie, How are you today? Sorry about being late for the appointment I, err, woke up late. Has my appointment been canceled?" Malfoy said walking up to a girl at a receptionist's desk.
"No, your appointment is still there, who's your friend?"
"That's just Potter. Can I go on in?"
"Potter? That's a weird first name."
"It is isn't it. Can I go on in?" Malfoy repeated.
"Yeah, go on ahead."
"Oh, and see if you can squeeze in an appointment for Potter. Put it one my tab," Malfoy said gesturing toward Harry.
"No! I don't want a haircut!" Harry said frowning.
"Listen, either you get a haircut here by a professional, or, or else." Malfoy said turning around and looking at Harry, trying not to let his eyes stray towards Harry's torso, which was now covered, but still looked damn good.
"Do your worst," Harry exclaimed sitting down in one of the uncomfortable chairs that was by him. Malfoy looked at him as if he were crazy for passing up a free haircut, but then turned and walked into the backroom.
An hour or so later, and after Harry had read the one magazine that was in there (Witch's World) ten times, Draco came out looking extremely pleased. The only thing Harry noticed had been done was that his hair had been trimmed and it looked shinier. If doing that had taken an hour, Harry shuddered to think how long his hair would have taken.
It was about 8:30 now, and Harry was hungry for breakfast so he walked out the door while Malfoy was paying, causing Malfoy to have to run to catch up with him.
"Do you have your 'report'?" Harry asked taking a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket.
"Uh huh," was Malfoy's reply. "Do you work out?"
"What? Work out? No, I don't, why?"
"Just wondering," Malfoy said as they walked into the Great Hall. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione, who immediately came over. Crabbe and Goyle, followed from the Slytherin table.
"Hey Harry. So, how's it going?" Hermione asked totally ignoring Malfoy.
"Okay, I guess as good as it's going to get while he's around," Harry said.
"You know, I just love it how you pretend I am not here," Malfoy said disgusted.
"Did you hear something Harry?" Ron said looking past where Malfoy was standing as if he couldn't see him. Malfoy glowered at Ron.
"Yes, I suppose you cant see me can you, you probably need glasses, but oh, I forgot, your family cant even afford those now can they?" Malfoy said smiling at the effect these words had on the red headed boy. His face had gone completely red from blushing and his hand was twitching as if the only thing he desired was to punch him. But all Ron did was turn and walk back to the Gryffindor table followed by Hermione. Malfoy waved his hand and Crabbe and Goyle went to sit down.
"You're a prat, you know?" Harry said.
"Yes, I know, now lets go and give Dumbledore those stupid reports." Malfoy and Harry walked up to the staff table and went to where Dumbledore was sitting.
"Hello Harry, Hello Draco, do you have those reports," Dumbledore said smiling. The two boys answered by putting their papers in front of him.
"Hmmm, lets see.Harry wrote: Malfoy the bloody prat who loves to ruin my life also like to read. And Draco wrote: Potter the little muggle loving prince of the school likes Quidditch, which is what I expected from a boy with as little imagination as him. Hmmm, yes, well, thank you, you may leave, and oh, your table is over there," Dumbledore said pointing to a small table with two chairs in the far corner. The two boys stalked off, each one looking daggers at the other.
Breakfast went about as usual, except for all the strange glances they were getting. After Malfoy had finally finished his breakfast, they made their way to their first class. True to his word, Dumbledore had set up a table where they had to work together, by themselves, but all this accomplished was a melted cauldron, and 5 points from Gryffindor! Finally the day was over and (after having to listen to Draco's oral exercises again!) Harry fell asleep. Draco did not.
When midnight rolled around, and he was sure Harry was fast asleep, Draco got out of his bed and took three objects from one of his trunks: A comb, a pair of scissors, and a bottle of Silvia Shines Famous Hair Controlling Solution. Silently Draco made his way towards Harry's bed, to start on his evil deed, because after all, it was bad for his reputation to be seen with someone whose hair looks like it was glued on.
Well, wasn't that interesting? It seems that Malfoy is beginning to see Potter for his, err, finer points, and it seems that Harry is going to get a haircut whether he likes it or not. I can say no more without giving it away. Probably a little slash in the next chapter and even more in the next, well, love you all and thank you to all my reviewers *They like me, they really like me* *Sobs happily* Well, got to go! Love to you all!
~Me! ChaffonGal
