Chapter 3: Showers
"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius- and a lot of courage- to move in the opposite direction." –Albert Einstein
"I am a little bit of loneliness/ a little unconfident/ but no matter what I do/ I can't convince you/ to just believe this is real."
"I don't care so shut up!" Draco yelled.
"No. I've got that song stuck in my head and I love singing in the shower so you'll just have to get used to it."
"Well, you have a terrible voice and I don't want to hear it."
"Does it sound like I care?" Harry asked before belting out a few more lines.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Draco yelled over the singing.
"No! I don't care if you don't like it."
"Alright then, you get to keep singing if I get to beat you up. And I will." Draco remarked jovially.
"Spoilsport." Harry muttered.
"Best way to shut someone up." Draco let the smile catch in his voice.
"Actually I don't care, I'm sure I could get my own back if you decided to try and hit me." Harry laughed and began to sing again.
Draco groaned, 'Now he'll never shut up.' He thought.
"Anyway," Harry went on like they hadn't stopped. "You couldn't do any better."
"You think so?"
"Go on then."
Draco began to sing with a surprisingly good voice.
"Damn." Harry said when he stopped. "Fine. You'll have to be the entertainment. Go on."
"What? No."
"Yeah."
"Okay then, I will."
"You don't need much encouragement, do you?" Harry remarked.
Draco just kept singing.
They finally got out of the shower and dressed with another useful spell from Draco.
"Come on then, we'd better go face the world." Harry said reluctantly. He definitely didn't want to think about what had happened in the shower. He hoped Malfoy would forget about it.
They... well Draco brushed his hair, using an odd bottle of fluorescing gel to get his hair in order- even though it was neat enough before (especially by Harry's standards)- he spent an inordinate amount of time doing this, with Harry complaining in his ear the whole time.
"At least I don't look like a hedgehog." Draco gave Harry's hair a disdainful look.
"I don't really care, hair isn't that important."
"Not important!" Draco cried, seizing Harry by the front of his shirt and shaking him. "What are you talking about? Of course, it's important! Just because you feel the need to wander around looking like a four-eyed hedgehog doesn't mean that it makes you look good... in fact you look terrible! If you'd just let me-"
"No." Harry said flatly.
"Come on, I'll make it stay flat." Draco cajoled. "I could probably make it flat, and cover that scar." His tone took on a wheedling edge.
Harry looked doubtful but slightly hopeful.
"Come on. I know what I'm doing, and if it doesn't work you can wash it out." Draco said sensing he might be weakening.
"Oh, alright. But it better work."
"Ah, I could do so many things with your hair... it's a pity you want to hide the scar, because if you didn't you'd look great with short, spiky hair." Did he just tell Potter he'd look good? Ah, he must be going crazy, call the men in white coats. (Draco had heard that once when his mother took him into Muggle London- he'd over heard a couple of teenagers talking loudly about being crazy or something, anyway Draco hadn't quite understood but he liked the saying.)
"Ok, get on with it." Draco snapped out of his reverie.
"So, I can cut it! I'm sure that if your hair looked good no one would even notice your scar and anyway everyone knows who you are."
Harry looked skeptical. "Oh, I don't know..." Draco gave him a look. "Oh alright, do what you must. But if it looks bad I promise to make your life a misery. So don't forget."
(A while later)
"Ok, have a look." Draco announced.
Harry got up tentatively and braced himself. The mirror wolf-whistled.
He stared into the mirror in shock.
The reflection staring back at him looked... different. Colour rose on his cheeks at the mirror's comment and just stared. His hair was now maybe three centimeters long and was artistically spiked. There was no hair hanging over his eyes, making them stand out a startling emerald green. That meant Draco was right, the green of his eyes and the dark spikiness of his hair irresistibly pulled the eyes away from the scar he hated so much.
Harry fiddled with his hair nervously as Draco peered over his shoulder into the mirror.
"What did I tell you? Much better." Before Harry could misinterpret the comment, he went on. "I'll not go around stuck to a hedgehog." He finished contemptuously, even though he was grinning from the mirrors wordless comment. He privately agreed with the mirror though he would never admit as much. He could only imagine what Granger and the Weasels' reactions would be.
"Come on, I'm hungry." He said.
Harry gave the mirror one last incredulous look then followed Draco out.
"Harry!" Harry's view was suddenly cut off by an enormous bushy head of hair.
"Hey, 'Mione." He said awkwardly as she hugged him.
"What happened? Where have you been? Oh no..." Hermione released him to glare at Draco. Draco gave her a stupid grin and waved idiotically at her.
Harry gave him a Look. Draco sighed.
Hermione looked back at him then kind of froze. "Harry, what happened to you? You look different." He saw approval shine in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, Draco decided that I too closely resembled a hedgehog and attacked me with his wand and gel. Does it look alright?" he asked nervously.
"Alright? It looks great! Wow I can't believe for the first time... ever your hair looks neat. And it really brings out your eyes..." she continued as they approached the Gryffindor table.
"Thanks." Harry said shyly. Hermione grinned.
"So..."
"Well, we kind of got stuck together."
"I heard. You should hear some of the things people are saying happened. Some people are saying you two are going out and that's why you're holding hands-" Harry made an outraged noise that Draco was glad to hear. "Hey, I know. But where did you go last night?"
"Well, Dumbledore set up a special room for us to use while we're, uh, stuck together."
"What! Can't they get you apart?"
"Nope. We have to get ourselves out of this. But the rooms are cool." Harry said.
"Harry," Hermione leaned in close, lowering her voice. "But what about Malfoy? How's that going? He's not being an irritating git is he?"
"It's settling down. You should have heard us at first. Madame Pomfrey had to hold us apart. And even Dumbledore had a few words with us. I don't think either of us are going to get out of this without at least some bruises and possibly broken limbs. We're bound to rub each other the wrong way."
Hermione winced. "Bad choice of words." She laughed quietly. After a moment Harry joined in.
"What are you two laughing about?" Draco asked grumpily.
"None of your business, Ferret." Hermione said curtly.
"Stay out of it, Malfoy. You won't want me listening in on your conversations, will you?" Harry reminded him.
"Just my luck." Draco muttered to himself. "I'm stuck with the bloody Golden Boy and his stupid friends."
"Hey, Draco." Draco snapped out of his thoughts.
"Greg, Vince."
"How's it going Draco? It must be real bad."
"Hey, at least we try to be quiet." Harry turned looking annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah." Draco said turning away.
As he turned Draco heard some of the girls, including that Ginny Weasley, talking about Harry.
"...Oh my god, did you see him?"
"...He is so divine. Who knew his eyes were so green?"
"Well I did, you just have to get close enough." Draco recognized Ginny's voice.
He looked around casually to see the other girls giving her envious looks. Oh, like she'd know anyway.
"...I can't believe what a difference the hair made... I mean, he was cute before, but now he's hot..."
Draco sneered, what made girls so idiotic? Fawning over a stupid four-eyed freak with a scar on his forehead. It was probably just his fame.
"So, what's happening?"
"We're stuck like this until we can find a way around it. The teachers are so senile they can't work it out." Draco said, carefully lowering his voice.
"How long will you be like this?" Vince asked.
"How the hell would I know?" Draco snapped. "Madame Pomfrey said we had to get ourselves out of this."
"Come on, let's eat." Harry interrupted.
"Alright. Talk to you later. Ok?"
"See you later Draco." The two Slytherins walked away. Draco and Harry had to get up and turn around as they had been facing out ward to talk to their friends.
When they'd settled down they began to eat.
"Come on, let's go. We have to get ready for class." Draco said impatiently.
"Wait, I'm not finished." Harry protested, still shoving more food into his mouth.
"How can you still be eating? You must have a bloody bottomless pit for a stomach. Do you always eat this much?" (A.N. My mother used to say that to my brother... but then she also said that our heads would cave in if we sat on the toilet for too long. J)
"Yep." Hermione answered for Harry seeing that he wasn't going to reply being to preoccupied with eating. "Well, actually it's usually more."
Draco groaned. "I feel sick just watching him."
Harry hurriedly finished then said goodbye to Hermione and Ron before he and Draco rushed back to their rooms to get their things for class.
Was it ok??? Tell me... plz!!!!!!!
"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius- and a lot of courage- to move in the opposite direction." –Albert Einstein
"I am a little bit of loneliness/ a little unconfident/ but no matter what I do/ I can't convince you/ to just believe this is real."
"I don't care so shut up!" Draco yelled.
"No. I've got that song stuck in my head and I love singing in the shower so you'll just have to get used to it."
"Well, you have a terrible voice and I don't want to hear it."
"Does it sound like I care?" Harry asked before belting out a few more lines.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Draco yelled over the singing.
"No! I don't care if you don't like it."
"Alright then, you get to keep singing if I get to beat you up. And I will." Draco remarked jovially.
"Spoilsport." Harry muttered.
"Best way to shut someone up." Draco let the smile catch in his voice.
"Actually I don't care, I'm sure I could get my own back if you decided to try and hit me." Harry laughed and began to sing again.
Draco groaned, 'Now he'll never shut up.' He thought.
"Anyway," Harry went on like they hadn't stopped. "You couldn't do any better."
"You think so?"
"Go on then."
Draco began to sing with a surprisingly good voice.
"Damn." Harry said when he stopped. "Fine. You'll have to be the entertainment. Go on."
"What? No."
"Yeah."
"Okay then, I will."
"You don't need much encouragement, do you?" Harry remarked.
Draco just kept singing.
They finally got out of the shower and dressed with another useful spell from Draco.
"Come on then, we'd better go face the world." Harry said reluctantly. He definitely didn't want to think about what had happened in the shower. He hoped Malfoy would forget about it.
They... well Draco brushed his hair, using an odd bottle of fluorescing gel to get his hair in order- even though it was neat enough before (especially by Harry's standards)- he spent an inordinate amount of time doing this, with Harry complaining in his ear the whole time.
"At least I don't look like a hedgehog." Draco gave Harry's hair a disdainful look.
"I don't really care, hair isn't that important."
"Not important!" Draco cried, seizing Harry by the front of his shirt and shaking him. "What are you talking about? Of course, it's important! Just because you feel the need to wander around looking like a four-eyed hedgehog doesn't mean that it makes you look good... in fact you look terrible! If you'd just let me-"
"No." Harry said flatly.
"Come on, I'll make it stay flat." Draco cajoled. "I could probably make it flat, and cover that scar." His tone took on a wheedling edge.
Harry looked doubtful but slightly hopeful.
"Come on. I know what I'm doing, and if it doesn't work you can wash it out." Draco said sensing he might be weakening.
"Oh, alright. But it better work."
"Ah, I could do so many things with your hair... it's a pity you want to hide the scar, because if you didn't you'd look great with short, spiky hair." Did he just tell Potter he'd look good? Ah, he must be going crazy, call the men in white coats. (Draco had heard that once when his mother took him into Muggle London- he'd over heard a couple of teenagers talking loudly about being crazy or something, anyway Draco hadn't quite understood but he liked the saying.)
"Ok, get on with it." Draco snapped out of his reverie.
"So, I can cut it! I'm sure that if your hair looked good no one would even notice your scar and anyway everyone knows who you are."
Harry looked skeptical. "Oh, I don't know..." Draco gave him a look. "Oh alright, do what you must. But if it looks bad I promise to make your life a misery. So don't forget."
(A while later)
"Ok, have a look." Draco announced.
Harry got up tentatively and braced himself. The mirror wolf-whistled.
He stared into the mirror in shock.
The reflection staring back at him looked... different. Colour rose on his cheeks at the mirror's comment and just stared. His hair was now maybe three centimeters long and was artistically spiked. There was no hair hanging over his eyes, making them stand out a startling emerald green. That meant Draco was right, the green of his eyes and the dark spikiness of his hair irresistibly pulled the eyes away from the scar he hated so much.
Harry fiddled with his hair nervously as Draco peered over his shoulder into the mirror.
"What did I tell you? Much better." Before Harry could misinterpret the comment, he went on. "I'll not go around stuck to a hedgehog." He finished contemptuously, even though he was grinning from the mirrors wordless comment. He privately agreed with the mirror though he would never admit as much. He could only imagine what Granger and the Weasels' reactions would be.
"Come on, I'm hungry." He said.
Harry gave the mirror one last incredulous look then followed Draco out.
"Harry!" Harry's view was suddenly cut off by an enormous bushy head of hair.
"Hey, 'Mione." He said awkwardly as she hugged him.
"What happened? Where have you been? Oh no..." Hermione released him to glare at Draco. Draco gave her a stupid grin and waved idiotically at her.
Harry gave him a Look. Draco sighed.
Hermione looked back at him then kind of froze. "Harry, what happened to you? You look different." He saw approval shine in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, Draco decided that I too closely resembled a hedgehog and attacked me with his wand and gel. Does it look alright?" he asked nervously.
"Alright? It looks great! Wow I can't believe for the first time... ever your hair looks neat. And it really brings out your eyes..." she continued as they approached the Gryffindor table.
"Thanks." Harry said shyly. Hermione grinned.
"So..."
"Well, we kind of got stuck together."
"I heard. You should hear some of the things people are saying happened. Some people are saying you two are going out and that's why you're holding hands-" Harry made an outraged noise that Draco was glad to hear. "Hey, I know. But where did you go last night?"
"Well, Dumbledore set up a special room for us to use while we're, uh, stuck together."
"What! Can't they get you apart?"
"Nope. We have to get ourselves out of this. But the rooms are cool." Harry said.
"Harry," Hermione leaned in close, lowering her voice. "But what about Malfoy? How's that going? He's not being an irritating git is he?"
"It's settling down. You should have heard us at first. Madame Pomfrey had to hold us apart. And even Dumbledore had a few words with us. I don't think either of us are going to get out of this without at least some bruises and possibly broken limbs. We're bound to rub each other the wrong way."
Hermione winced. "Bad choice of words." She laughed quietly. After a moment Harry joined in.
"What are you two laughing about?" Draco asked grumpily.
"None of your business, Ferret." Hermione said curtly.
"Stay out of it, Malfoy. You won't want me listening in on your conversations, will you?" Harry reminded him.
"Just my luck." Draco muttered to himself. "I'm stuck with the bloody Golden Boy and his stupid friends."
"Hey, Draco." Draco snapped out of his thoughts.
"Greg, Vince."
"How's it going Draco? It must be real bad."
"Hey, at least we try to be quiet." Harry turned looking annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah." Draco said turning away.
As he turned Draco heard some of the girls, including that Ginny Weasley, talking about Harry.
"...Oh my god, did you see him?"
"...He is so divine. Who knew his eyes were so green?"
"Well I did, you just have to get close enough." Draco recognized Ginny's voice.
He looked around casually to see the other girls giving her envious looks. Oh, like she'd know anyway.
"...I can't believe what a difference the hair made... I mean, he was cute before, but now he's hot..."
Draco sneered, what made girls so idiotic? Fawning over a stupid four-eyed freak with a scar on his forehead. It was probably just his fame.
"So, what's happening?"
"We're stuck like this until we can find a way around it. The teachers are so senile they can't work it out." Draco said, carefully lowering his voice.
"How long will you be like this?" Vince asked.
"How the hell would I know?" Draco snapped. "Madame Pomfrey said we had to get ourselves out of this."
"Come on, let's eat." Harry interrupted.
"Alright. Talk to you later. Ok?"
"See you later Draco." The two Slytherins walked away. Draco and Harry had to get up and turn around as they had been facing out ward to talk to their friends.
When they'd settled down they began to eat.
"Come on, let's go. We have to get ready for class." Draco said impatiently.
"Wait, I'm not finished." Harry protested, still shoving more food into his mouth.
"How can you still be eating? You must have a bloody bottomless pit for a stomach. Do you always eat this much?" (A.N. My mother used to say that to my brother... but then she also said that our heads would cave in if we sat on the toilet for too long. J)
"Yep." Hermione answered for Harry seeing that he wasn't going to reply being to preoccupied with eating. "Well, actually it's usually more."
Draco groaned. "I feel sick just watching him."
Harry hurriedly finished then said goodbye to Hermione and Ron before he and Draco rushed back to their rooms to get their things for class.
Was it ok??? Tell me... plz!!!!!!!