A/N: Sorry if this chapter is slow, my computers gotta virus. It's been a
pretty bad week for me.
PS: I do not have anything against blondes, fake blondes, the British or the Americans.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter four: Some Adjustments Required
The two cousins portkeyed to the Malfoy Manor together, landing on their feet on the shiny mahogany floor of the grand library.
Draco had previously told Tureinn not to bring any luggage other than his wand and his necessities because judging from what Tureinn was wearing his other clothes would 'taint his beautiful home with tastelessness' and that he would be 'forced to burn everything to the ground.'
But that didn't stop him from taking his skateboard with him, ignoring Draco's rant on the degradation of his family name in having muggle artefacts in his home for he considered it a necessity.
Draco led the other boy to the room next to his own. It was decorated to be identical to Draco's room to get Tureinn used to Draco's lifestyles.
The brown haired boy walked in after the blond, trying not to be impressed. Though the Archers lived a life of elegance too, none of it had measured up to this. He looked around at the enormous bed covered with a sea of dark silk sheets, and the hotel suite sized closet. The ceiling of the room was high above them and was made of an enchanted mirror made to reflect their images as paintings.
Tureinn waited for his aristocratic cousin to leave before getting out his CD player, (made to be powered by magic) turning Blink 182 to the highest volume and then jumping up and down on the bed.
(A/N: Please don't ask me why I've chosen this band)
A few minutes later...
The knock on the door could barely be heard through the loud music blaring in Tureinn's ears. He turned it off before going to open the door.
"Beemy has come to take Master Archer to Master Draco sir."
The boy nodded.
"Call me Tureinn."
"Yes sir, Master Tureinn."
Tureinn followed the house elf through series of hallways and stairs to another one of the Malfoy's overly large rooms.
Before he could do or say anything, he was dragged in and pushed onto a chair.
"Nice of you to finally join us Archer," Draco's voice sound from behind him, standing next to him was a rather thin and very over dressed man.
"So, what's the purpose of this meeting, Blondie?"
"And I thought you had brains, Archer," Draco retorted, ignoring the new nickname Tureinn invented for him. "You see in order to get you to act as me and not be noticed, you would have to look like me first."
"So I guest this must be your stylist," he gestured to the overdressed man.
"So you can think after all. Tureinn, this is my stylist Pierre."
Tureinn reached out to shake the man's hand before he commented.
"Darling, before we go any further, I just need to ask. Do you own any mirrors at all in your home?"
"Yes, in fact he does own mirrors at his home, they just all break when he walks passed them" Draco smirked as he said this.
Tureinn fought his anger down and retorted casually, "So, I suppose you're to blame for Draco's hair color."
"What about my hair colour?!"
"Oh nothing much Blondie, except that he could try to make it look just a little more natural."
"This IS my natural hair colour!"
"Oh, really?" he said, emphasizing the last word.
"I AM a natural blond! All Malfoys are and have been for a thousand years!"
"So you're parents are related then?"
Draco went quiet for a while. Then he said
"What people say about marrying cousins is a lie created by poor mudblooded people who is jealous of us aristocrats for being better than them and I feel sorry for you if you believed them. And aren't your parents related too, hypocrite?"
Tureinn didn't retort to Draco's remark this time. This was because he saw that the vibrant stylist had started fiddling with his hair. It was only then that he realized that he was going to have to cut his hair.
"It's a shame really, his hair is the only part of him that looks in anyway decent" Pierre mumbled more to himself than to Draco.
"Can't we just use a glamour charm or something instead? It took ages for my hair to grow this long," Tureinn whined.
Draco rolled his eyes,
"No, if I could do that I wouldn't be wasting my precious time on you in the first place now would I? Hogwarts has a ward against those, I'm not even sure if we can even use the Polyjuice potion anymore since the incident two years ago when a death eater got into Hogwarts using that. And you can't quit now either, you've already signed the magical contract."
The long haired boy frowned at that but stayed seated. He closed his eyes as he felt a chill on his neck as the wavy locks fall to the ground.
A few minutes later the hair cutting was done and Tureinn was dragged from his chair to a bathtub that's even bigger than a swimming pool, filling it was some milky colored liquid which smelled strongly of peppermint that he guessed must be the hair color potion, (because to make it seem natural, all the hair in his body must be blond.)
He was then ordered to strip.
The brown haired boy hesitated but obeyed anyway, not wanting the aristocrat to think that he had something (small) to hide, and he sure didn't as his clothes dropped to the floor and caught the blond and the stylist starring at him. The boy's cheek became cherry red but he hid it with a "What are you looking at? Haven't got one?"
Draco just gave another smirk as Pierre looked away.
"So I guess this is where you swim in your hair gel then, Blondie?" he said, changing the subject with the next insult he could come up with.
Draco didn't reply, instead he reached out his arms and pushed the other boy into the pool.
A few seconds later, Tureinn emerged, spitting out the potion in his mouth.
"What the hell was that for ass hole?!!"
"I suggest you swim around for a bit," he spoke coolly "it'll help to get the potions to get to every part of your body and kill some time. You can swim can't you?"
Tureinn didn't reply, he just plunged back into the water and started swimming.
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After an hour or two Draco told him to stop and get out of the tub. Tureinn took the towel offered to him and wrapped it around his waist.
Then the boy caught a glimpse of two identical blondes in the mirror. He moved closer until his nosed touched the cold surface of the glass (spelled not to get fogged up).
His eyes were focused on it, not seeing himself the boy brushed his now short platinum blond locks out of his face just to see if the image he saw would follow. It was not just his hair that was different, his skin which was once lightly tan was now as pale as that of snow white, his hands, once rough was now soft and smooth, like he had never touched anything before in his life. Though the structure of his body and the details of his face were the same, he felt like a different person. As if his old self has been washed away by the peppermint smelling potion.
This can't be me, he thought to himself as he wondered how much more of himself he would have to loose and if it was really worth it.
"So how does it feel now 'Blondie'?"
Tureinn turned back round to see his cousin/twin? Leaning cross legged on the wall, a smirk plastered on his face.
"At least I'm not a natural blond, which would discharge me from the dumb blond comment"
"I'm not so sure about that since the potion might have seeped into whatever is left of your brain, thus making you even worse than natural blonds if the dumb blond speculations were true, which it's not. People are just jealous because blondes a better looking."
"Riiight, so the world is just jealous of the perfect Draco Malfoy then?"
"Exactly" the words slipped out of his mouth smoothly, leading to a long and furious vocal sparring between the two cousins.
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A/N: Sorry if this is a short chapter. I was gonna make it longer but I changed my mind, what happened after this will go to the next chapter instead.
Please review.
PS: I do not have anything against blondes, fake blondes, the British or the Americans.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter four: Some Adjustments Required
The two cousins portkeyed to the Malfoy Manor together, landing on their feet on the shiny mahogany floor of the grand library.
Draco had previously told Tureinn not to bring any luggage other than his wand and his necessities because judging from what Tureinn was wearing his other clothes would 'taint his beautiful home with tastelessness' and that he would be 'forced to burn everything to the ground.'
But that didn't stop him from taking his skateboard with him, ignoring Draco's rant on the degradation of his family name in having muggle artefacts in his home for he considered it a necessity.
Draco led the other boy to the room next to his own. It was decorated to be identical to Draco's room to get Tureinn used to Draco's lifestyles.
The brown haired boy walked in after the blond, trying not to be impressed. Though the Archers lived a life of elegance too, none of it had measured up to this. He looked around at the enormous bed covered with a sea of dark silk sheets, and the hotel suite sized closet. The ceiling of the room was high above them and was made of an enchanted mirror made to reflect their images as paintings.
Tureinn waited for his aristocratic cousin to leave before getting out his CD player, (made to be powered by magic) turning Blink 182 to the highest volume and then jumping up and down on the bed.
(A/N: Please don't ask me why I've chosen this band)
A few minutes later...
The knock on the door could barely be heard through the loud music blaring in Tureinn's ears. He turned it off before going to open the door.
"Beemy has come to take Master Archer to Master Draco sir."
The boy nodded.
"Call me Tureinn."
"Yes sir, Master Tureinn."
Tureinn followed the house elf through series of hallways and stairs to another one of the Malfoy's overly large rooms.
Before he could do or say anything, he was dragged in and pushed onto a chair.
"Nice of you to finally join us Archer," Draco's voice sound from behind him, standing next to him was a rather thin and very over dressed man.
"So, what's the purpose of this meeting, Blondie?"
"And I thought you had brains, Archer," Draco retorted, ignoring the new nickname Tureinn invented for him. "You see in order to get you to act as me and not be noticed, you would have to look like me first."
"So I guest this must be your stylist," he gestured to the overdressed man.
"So you can think after all. Tureinn, this is my stylist Pierre."
Tureinn reached out to shake the man's hand before he commented.
"Darling, before we go any further, I just need to ask. Do you own any mirrors at all in your home?"
"Yes, in fact he does own mirrors at his home, they just all break when he walks passed them" Draco smirked as he said this.
Tureinn fought his anger down and retorted casually, "So, I suppose you're to blame for Draco's hair color."
"What about my hair colour?!"
"Oh nothing much Blondie, except that he could try to make it look just a little more natural."
"This IS my natural hair colour!"
"Oh, really?" he said, emphasizing the last word.
"I AM a natural blond! All Malfoys are and have been for a thousand years!"
"So you're parents are related then?"
Draco went quiet for a while. Then he said
"What people say about marrying cousins is a lie created by poor mudblooded people who is jealous of us aristocrats for being better than them and I feel sorry for you if you believed them. And aren't your parents related too, hypocrite?"
Tureinn didn't retort to Draco's remark this time. This was because he saw that the vibrant stylist had started fiddling with his hair. It was only then that he realized that he was going to have to cut his hair.
"It's a shame really, his hair is the only part of him that looks in anyway decent" Pierre mumbled more to himself than to Draco.
"Can't we just use a glamour charm or something instead? It took ages for my hair to grow this long," Tureinn whined.
Draco rolled his eyes,
"No, if I could do that I wouldn't be wasting my precious time on you in the first place now would I? Hogwarts has a ward against those, I'm not even sure if we can even use the Polyjuice potion anymore since the incident two years ago when a death eater got into Hogwarts using that. And you can't quit now either, you've already signed the magical contract."
The long haired boy frowned at that but stayed seated. He closed his eyes as he felt a chill on his neck as the wavy locks fall to the ground.
A few minutes later the hair cutting was done and Tureinn was dragged from his chair to a bathtub that's even bigger than a swimming pool, filling it was some milky colored liquid which smelled strongly of peppermint that he guessed must be the hair color potion, (because to make it seem natural, all the hair in his body must be blond.)
He was then ordered to strip.
The brown haired boy hesitated but obeyed anyway, not wanting the aristocrat to think that he had something (small) to hide, and he sure didn't as his clothes dropped to the floor and caught the blond and the stylist starring at him. The boy's cheek became cherry red but he hid it with a "What are you looking at? Haven't got one?"
Draco just gave another smirk as Pierre looked away.
"So I guess this is where you swim in your hair gel then, Blondie?" he said, changing the subject with the next insult he could come up with.
Draco didn't reply, instead he reached out his arms and pushed the other boy into the pool.
A few seconds later, Tureinn emerged, spitting out the potion in his mouth.
"What the hell was that for ass hole?!!"
"I suggest you swim around for a bit," he spoke coolly "it'll help to get the potions to get to every part of your body and kill some time. You can swim can't you?"
Tureinn didn't reply, he just plunged back into the water and started swimming.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After an hour or two Draco told him to stop and get out of the tub. Tureinn took the towel offered to him and wrapped it around his waist.
Then the boy caught a glimpse of two identical blondes in the mirror. He moved closer until his nosed touched the cold surface of the glass (spelled not to get fogged up).
His eyes were focused on it, not seeing himself the boy brushed his now short platinum blond locks out of his face just to see if the image he saw would follow. It was not just his hair that was different, his skin which was once lightly tan was now as pale as that of snow white, his hands, once rough was now soft and smooth, like he had never touched anything before in his life. Though the structure of his body and the details of his face were the same, he felt like a different person. As if his old self has been washed away by the peppermint smelling potion.
This can't be me, he thought to himself as he wondered how much more of himself he would have to loose and if it was really worth it.
"So how does it feel now 'Blondie'?"
Tureinn turned back round to see his cousin/twin? Leaning cross legged on the wall, a smirk plastered on his face.
"At least I'm not a natural blond, which would discharge me from the dumb blond comment"
"I'm not so sure about that since the potion might have seeped into whatever is left of your brain, thus making you even worse than natural blonds if the dumb blond speculations were true, which it's not. People are just jealous because blondes a better looking."
"Riiight, so the world is just jealous of the perfect Draco Malfoy then?"
"Exactly" the words slipped out of his mouth smoothly, leading to a long and furious vocal sparring between the two cousins.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Sorry if this is a short chapter. I was gonna make it longer but I changed my mind, what happened after this will go to the next chapter instead.
Please review.