Chapter 1: A Malfoy's Hair is Sacrosanct
Draco Malfoy, sixteen years of age and so jaded even his dark robe stuck limply to him, casually crossed his long legs at the ankles and tiredly sighed with the tiredness of someone who knows tiredly is how they are sighing.
No sound was audible save for the incessant clipping sound right above his head and the approving hums of the Malfoy house hairdresser as she picked lock after lock of his light silky hair and snapped them in two with her sharp scissors.
"When are you done?" Draco growled lazily as he buried himself further into the cushions of his large velvet easy chair.
"Just wait a little while now, dear. Your mommy and daddy will be so proud of you ! I remember the day I cut you for the first time as if it were yesterday, you were only a toddler and already so convinced your hair was sacrosanct!" the elder woman cooed and blushed faintly.
In a flash, Draco spun around and eyed her in repulsion. However, the upper part of his hair stood erect by the many colourful barrettes she had used to keep it out of his face as she performed her job, and it made her object look neither noble, aristocratic, deep, dark nor mysterious.
"WHAT did you say?" he hissed in a low voice. "Surely, you don't think me a petty child, do you now?"
She blanched and backed away yelling as he snatched his wand out of his inner pocket and bluntly started stabbing it against her chin.
"Now little dragon, poodliewoopsie, with your hair done up so prettily…please…"
She never had the chance to finish her sentence, for the Malfoy heir raised his wand and quietly spoke "Avada Kedavra!"
"Gah, I can't even believe I let that woman touch me" he mumbled as he nodded his head in disdain and the green spark smothered itself. "Or any woman, for that matter."
Lucius Malfoy, attracted by the sound of a heated feminine voice, slammed open the doors of his son's bedroom to witness the most expensive coiffure expert in England fall to the floor. Behind her, Draco innocently smiled at him, the halo of his hair almost angelic in the daylight.
Never hesitating, Lucius practically flew to his son with a huge scowl on his face and took Draco's hand in his own, petting his child's fingers with every angry word he spoke:
"Draco! Now who will we get to finish your hair? A little practicality, son!"
The boy bit his lip.
"This is the so manieth time!" Lucius raged on. "WHAT have we told you, Draco?"
"Never in our home" Draco whispered as he looked down at his shoes.
"That's right" Lucius snorted as his eyes scanned her body beneath him. "Just imagine what people would think of this. It completely defiles the marble."
(A/N: Idea obviously taken from the inimitable 'Interview With The Vampire'. There are so many great moments in that film it almost compensates for the laughing wrinkles it caused me.)
