Chapter Three: Once Upon a Bleach Blonde

Morgan smiled as the kiss broke. "I don't know how you managed to get so many dates. You're a really bad kisser." he teased.

"Well, maybe you can teach me." Harry said, heat rising up in his voice.

Morgan grinned. "I think I can handle that."

Inside, Raine turned away from the window as Morgan and Harry started kissing. She closed the curtains and went back into the living room, a little worried and a little happy.


"I'm going to spend the night at Julian's tomorrow." Raine said the next morning at breakfast. "Maple and Morgan, too."

"There's only one problem." Remus said, pouring himself another glass of coffee. "No." he said as Sirius tried to pass him a brown bottle. "I think you're the only person in the world who laces your coffee with bourbon."

"What's the problem?" Raine asked, trying to bring her father's mind back to the present.

"Two of you are grounded." Remus reminded her.

"Forever." Sirius added.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Your father's being a little dramatic. But it's a four week minimum."

"Dad, it's for your anniversary. So you guys can have a little fun without us." Raine said, crossing her fingers under the table. "We'll be at Julie's all night."

Sirius snorted. Remus remained silent, obviously thinking. "You're lying." Sirius accused his daughter, a smile on his face. "So the flyer we found for Klub Kat Eyz opening tomorrow is a strange coincidence?"

Raine tried to look confused. "Klub what?"

Remus fought a smile. "You can go to Juliana's tomorrow." Sirius looked at him open-mouthed. "We'll ground you an extra week for whatever it is you have planned."

Raine's eyes widened. "B-But . . ."

Remus kissed the top of her head. "Just because we're adults doesn't mean we're stupid, Ray. Go clean your room."

As the raven-haired girl exited the room, Sirius glared at his husband. "You're letting the three of them go to a club?"

"Four of them." Remus said, leaning against the wall and taking a drink of his coffee. "I'm sure Juliana's going with them." Sirius crossed his arms and started muttering things at the table. Remus sat down beside him and kissed his cheek. "They'll be fine, Sirius. Meanwhile, we get the house to ourselves for our anniversary." Sirius bit the inside of his cheek, a sign that indicated he knew his husband was right but he wasn't going to say anything of the sort. "If one of them gets pregnant, I'm blaming you."

Remus grinned. "Fair enough." He leaned in for a kiss as Maple entered the kitchen.

"Ugh! Get a room!"


"Fine." Raine said, a small smile on her lips. "Bleach blonde."

Morgan dropped his toothbrush. He threw his arms around his younger sister and kissed her cheek. "Oh, I love you so much! This is going to look so good, I promise." He ran out of the room. "Don't go anywhere!"

Raine shook her head as she wiped toothpaste off her cheek. "It's not that bad." she said to her reflection. "Daddy can always change it back."

Morgan returned with a bottle in one hand a brush in the other. "You are going to look so good with blonde hair, Ray. I swear." He grinned. "If you let me pick your outfit I bet you can get a guy to-"

Raine smacked him upside the head. "I don't want a guy to . . . yeah." She turned back to the mirror, a strange look on her face. "I don't plan to do anything in a club, Morgan. A bed with rose petals . . . maybe. Not a club."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "You are such a prude, Ray, but I love you anyway. Do you know how many gay guys are going to be at this club? This is going to be great."

His eyes grew a shade lighter, a tell tale signal that meant he was lying. Raine opened her mouth to comment on the scene she had witnessed the night before, but closed her mouth. If Morgan didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to bring it up. "Why don't we cut it, too?" she asked, pulling at her hair.

Morgan looked like he was going to fall to his knees and worship her.


First it had been London. He had dyed his hair the day after he turned sixteen. His brunette hair had been dyed black and he came down the stairs dressed in the same color. "What did you do?" Remus demanded. London had grinned and explained that no rock star had brown hair and brown eyes. ("No offense, Dad.")

Morgan had dyed his hair the day after London did. Remus nearly had a heart attack. ("London's sixteen. You're twelve. I'm not allowing it. Go change it back." Sirius smirked. "And what are you smiling at?" "You.")

Juliana had never dyed her hair, although she did let Morgan use her as a guinea pig for black red highlights one Wednesday night. Maple usually dyed her hair day-glo pink or blue for a night and then warped back to a brunette.

Now Raine, the girl who refused to wear heels with her jeans, was being transformed into a bleach blonde. Morgan was so proud.


"It's almost white." Morgan said, enviously. Six inches of Raine's hair littered the bathroom floor. "And you have breasts! It's not fair!"

"Look on the bright side." Raine said. "If you had breasts, none of your dates would want to go out with you anymore."

Morgan stuck his tongue out. "Touché. Now help me clean up this mess."


All the blood drained from Remus' face as he clasped a hand to mouth and fell back onto the couch. Sirius stood up, eyes wide.

"Doesn't she look adorable?" Morgan asked, grabbing Raine's arm.

"What happened to your hair?" Remus asked in a choked voice. Then he turned his attention to his son. "Morgan, I told you that you can't force people to get a make-over."

"No, Daddy. I wanted to." Raine said, running a hand through her hair. Her black hair that used to hang midway down her back was now a platinum, layered, shoulder-length mass of strands that Morgan had taken the opportunity to style. "Change isn't always bad." She was wearing a denim miniskirt, knee high boots, and a spaghetti strapped top.

"I don't remember buying you that outfit." Remus finally said, trying his hardest to remain calm. He couldn't ground for everything the other four had done.

"The boots are mine, the shirt's Maple's, and Morgan made the skirt in, like, ten minutes." Raine said, her painted lips smiling. "So . . . how do I look?"

"Like a t-"

"Very pretty, honey." Remus said, cutting of his husband's comment. "But you're grounded. Where are you planning on going in that outfit?"

Raine thought for a moment and then looked at her brother. "Across the street." they said in unison.


"We can't ground her." Remus said after Raine and Morgan had left. "London, Maple, and Morgan all dyed their hair. Juliana and Maple both dressed like that. We can't do anything."

Sirius glared at him over through the hair that had fallen in his face. "Why do we have to be fair?"

"What are you going to ground her for, Sirius?" Remus asked, sitting back down.

Sirius pouted. "I told skirts were evil."

Remus chuckled. "Yeah. I told her to stop listening to you."

"And see what happens when she doesn't listen to me?" Sirius demanded, collapsing in defeat. "So she has blonde hair and she's wearing a miniskirt."

"And go-go boots." Remus added.

"And go-go boots." Sirius agreed, groaning. "I told you girls were a bad idea."

Remus smiled. "London and Morgan aren't much easier." he pointed out. "You almost had a heart attack when London dyed his hair."

Sirius crossed his arms and snorted. "Oh, and you didn't almost have a hernia when Morgan dyed his?"


"Be good." Remus said to Maple, Morgan, and Raine as the three of them prepared to Floo to Juliana's. The suitcases had gone the night before despite Morgan's protests. ("What if I change my mind? What if tomorrow isn't a green day? Da-ad!")

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek. "Don't do anything stupid." he said through gritted teeth, then succumbed to hugging his three children. He slipped a package in Raine's pocket. "Be careful, honey."


"Condoms." Raine said in Juliana's living room, giggling. "Daddy gave me condoms." She held the square packet toward the light. "What does he think I'm going to do?"

"Obviously he thinks you're going to-"

"Morgan." Juliana said warningly. "I think that was a rhetorical question. Obviously Ray knows the answer." She lit a cigarette and gave into pleading eyes, handing one to Morgan. "If Dad finds out, I know nothing."

Morgan pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"So what time are we supposed to be at this club?" Juliana asked.

"Nine." Morgan said, exhaling. "I know the bouncer. There shouldn't be any problem getting in."

"How well do you now this bouncer?" Juliana asked, an eyebrow raised.

Morgan raised his own eyebrows. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question, sis?"

Juliana thought for a moment. "No, not really." she admitted. "I'm going to take a shower. You three don't wreck my flat or you're dead."


Morgan attacked Raine's hair at seven 'o clock sharp. "Curls, curls, curls." he said in a singsong voice. "Curls are going to be so in next season, Ray. You're going to be two steps ahead of this year's crowd. And you're going to wear red. Red's the color of-"

"Prostitutes?" Raine asked.

"No." Morgan said, glaring at her. "Sex. You are going to look so sexy. All the guys are going to be tripping over themselves for you. And all the gay ones will be looking for me." He giggled.

Raine bit her lip. "So . . . you're not dating Harry?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Morgan dropped his hairbrush on the bathroom floor. "What do you know about that?" he asked. "Raine?"

The fake blonde bit her lip and remained silent for a minute. "I saw you two kissing in front of the house." Raine finally admitted. Then suddenly, the frustration she hadn't know she felt, burst out of her. "You know you shouldn't have done that. You're around him all the time. It's going to be so weird now. How could you guys be so stupid?"

There was no expression on Morgan's face. "You really think I'm a slut, don't you?" he asked.

"You sleep with everybody." Raine said softly.

Morgan managed a smile. "Except Harry." he said. "Turn around so I can curl the back."

"But I saw you two kissing." Raine protested. "Are you saying I'm seeing things?"

"It would help explain how crazy you are." Morgan teased. "What you saw is all that happened. Now turn."

"And you left it at that?" Raine asked in disbelief.

"Obviously." Morgan laughed. "Trust me, if I had slept with that boy the world would know. I can't keep secrets that good to myself. And Harry is fine."

Raine rolled her eyes and turned around.


Sirius slid out from under the sheets and kissed the lips of his husband's limp body. "Good enough?" he asked, a naughty smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Shut up." Remus breathed, pulling him down for another kiss. "Happy anniversary, Siri."

"Happy anniversary, Remi."


The four teenagers were standing outside Klub Kat Eyz. "Ray?" Juliana asked. "C'mon."

The fifteen year old allowed her sister to pull her into the nightclub. But she could have sworn she saw a very familiar boy with black hair and green eyes waiting in line.


I'm hoping to start including more of Maple in the next chapters, but I'm having difficulty making her character more than a lesbian sleep around. ;)

I got the name of Klub Kat Eyz from another one of my fics. When I'm famous, I think I might have to name a club or a fashion line that.

Next chapter is called KLUB KAT EYZ and we get to get inside the club. Raine gets a love interest (TWIST!), more Harry and Morgan, and definitely some grounding.

Here's a little preview:

Harry nodded. "Let's go inside. I need to find someone with pills."

"What are you doing hitting on me? And why is your hair brown? And why are you here? And why-"

"What on earth is Raine doing?"

Morgan gave a lopsided smile. "I hope she brought Dad's present."


Okay, half of these probably are what you think, half are probably very misleading, and half of them are . . . Well, chapter four's almost up so you'll know soon!

Do you guys think someone besides Raine should find out about Morgan and Harry? If so, who and what should their reactions be?

Oh, and someone commented. Sirius was NOT going to call his daughter a tramp. He was going to call her a tart. He's not THAT mean. ;)

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Mrs. Malfoy/Black, aka Dru