Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, Lupin or Serverus but I borrow them, no profits made.
Tony waited on Platform 9, glancing at his watch and pacing back and forth. He was supposed to be meeting Draco, but Draco was late. He thought back on their conversations on the internet and the two telephone conversations, or felitone as Draco unwittingly called it once. When Draco had first let it slip that he was a wizard, Tony had laughed so much he fell off his chair in front of the computer and bumped his head. But soon it became clear to him that Draco was either totally raving mad or telling the truth. Though the second, was the more unlikely of the two, Tony assumed that Psychiatric wards did not let their patients use the internet. He grinned when he thought back on the things Draco hadn't known, a pizza for example or what a plumber did. He idly wondered whether Draco had managed to obtain some 'muggle clothes' as he called them, but then he would find it highly amusing if he did turn up in a robe. Just as he decided that Draco wasn't coming and that probably one of his colleagues had played a nasty joke on him, of which he would never hear the end, a rather dishevelled looking blond boy came running onto the platform. Tony shouldered his rucksack and walked towards him.
"Draco?" He questioned. The boy nodded panting and trying to tie back the strands of silvery blond hair that had slipped out of his pony tail. "You're late."
"I know, I couldn't find anything to wear." Tony raised an eyebrow after looking Draco up and down. He wasn't sure if what Draco had found to wear, wouldn't have fitted better into a hippie film. Draco wore a pair of jeans that had been cut off at the bottom to shorten them to his height, a green 'tunic' which Tony assumed was a shortened robe tied together with a piece of cord ( apparently of curtain origin) and ankle boots. That combined with the messed up blond hair made him quite a sight to behold and Tony couldn't suppress a snicker. "What?" Draco glared pointedly at him, daring him to commend on his outfit.
"Nothing, you look, very nice and…" Tony couldn't hold his laughter, it was just too ridiculous, even Draco heated glare, didn't stop him doubling over in laughter. "I'm…I'm sorry, you…just look….so hilarious." If it was in anyway possible Draco's glare intensified and he turned to leave, wanting to keep as much of his uninjured pride whole as possible. A hand on his arm stopped him. "Don't go. I'm sorry but you should see yourself."
"Hmm." Draco's glare did not get any milder.
"Honestly if I had to guess, I would say you had shortened a robe to get that top of yours."
"I did." Draco said pointedly. "And these," he pointed to the jeans, "belonged to uncle Serverus, but they were too long."
"Just be glad you're not wearing leggings." Tony snickered again, thinking that then Draco might actually, he was cut off in his thoughts by a commend from a little girl.
"Look Mummy, it's Legolas!" Hiding a snort behind a laugh, Tony hope Draco wasn't glaring at the little girl. Said Person was however too confused to glare at anyone.
"Tony, who is Legolas?"
"He's an elf."
"I look like an ELF!"
"He's an elf out of Lord of the Rings, I assume you don't know the book or the film?"
"No." Sighing Tony decided that before he started trying to explain The Lord of the Rings to Draco he would just distract him.
"I wanted to take you to see the cinema. You know the place were there are actors but they're not really there." Draco's eyes lit up. "However before we go there, I am not going to be seen with you wearing those clothes and maybe you should get your hair cut too."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing, it's just I'm sure that Suzi could give you a hair cut that suited you better." Draco frowned, he didn't like people criticising what he looked like, but somehow for some odd reason he had been taken by Tony since the first time they chatted. He had been able to talk to him, like nobody else, maybe it was because Tony didn't have any prejudices towards him and was honest about what he thought. And anyway, a new makeover wouldn't harm him, especially now he had changed and trying something new, especially now his father couldn't forbid him to do it, excited him.
"Alright, but it's on your head if I look stupid. Don't blame me if you end up with big wards on your nose."
"Alright, alright I get the point. Come on let's get you to Suzi's then."
Mystical Witch: Draco didn't take the wolfsbane potion, because according to moi, a werewolf has to fully transform once before said potion would work. And even if he had taken it, the transformation would still have been painfull. AFter all your body changing into that of a wolf isn't pleasant.