Disclaimer: Tony belongs to my best friend Hannah, thank you for letting me borrow him.

Serverus and Draco belong to Rowling, I just like to play with them. Enjoy.

„I really don't see what's wrong with my hair." Draco moaned for about the 20th time while he followed Tony through the streets of London. Sighing, Tony just shook his head, he had given up trying to explain to Draco why he should have his hair cut. He supposed that since Draco had never seen Lord of the Rings, and was not aware that his outfit combined with his hair cut made him look quite a bit like Legolas, he couldn't really blame him for moaning a bit. It wasn't that Tony had a problem with long hair, he had enough colleagues at work who wore their hair long, after all they were actors.

"It's not very well behaved hair is it?" Tony had to chuckle as Draco removed his hair band once again and tried to capture the stray strands that had fallen out of his pony tail. He wondered at some of the things Draco had told him, about himself. He wasn't sure if Draco was capable of doing some of the things he said he'd done. After all that pale skin, the long silvery blond hair and the bright blue eyes made him look more angelic then anything else, but then Tony thought, those were always the worst. "You just look, too good." Raising a finely sculpted eyebrow at Tony questioningly Draco waited for an answer. "Just you know angelic, like you couldn't do anything wrong."

"It's useful at times, though most people don't fall for the whole innocent look anymore. But I do get what I want."

"Wouldn't you want to try something cheekier? With a bit more pep?"

"Not really, I like it long. I used to not want it that way, because it reminded me of my father, but his hair is gold blond and mine stayed silvery so there isn't really a problem, plus it's unruly so it's easier to handle when it's long."

"What's the problem?" Draco grimaced and then shrugged.

"Nothing really." He didn't want to explain to Tony that when his hair was short and he didn't grease it back, which his mother used to do for him, that he looked more like a dandelion. It was very embarrassing. It was just so fine that it fluffed out in all directions. Tony wouldn't understand anyway, his hair was blond as well though he had told him it was bleached, what ever that was. It was spiked up and he had green eyes. Looking at Tony's clothes, compared to his he had to admit that he probably looked pretty ridiculous, but Serverus and he had not been able to come up with anything better at the time. Having been completely caught up in his musings, Draco didn't realise that Tony had stopped and so ran into him. "Sorry."

"No problem. Here we are." Throwing Tony a sceptical look, Draco inspected the building in front of which they had stopped. It was a ridiculous shade of bright blue, sporting a neon sign saying "Suzi's Styling Saloon" now if that didn't want to make you run away screaming Draco didn't know what did.

"You're not seriously suggesting that we go in here?"

"What's wrong with it?" Tilting his head towards the offending building, Draco was of the opinion that he didn't need to explain the reason for his horror. "Ok maybe her taste in colour needs a little work."

"You think?"

"Come on just go in, we can always leave if you don't like it." Ok, humble the Muggle, Draco thought and pushed the door open, only to nearly beat a hasty retreat as soon as he entered. The music was turned to full volume and his newly acquired werewolf senses made it nearly unbearably loud. Tony had however followed him in and was now blocking the door.

"TONY!" A red head with too much make up on came dashing towards them. "SWEETHEART! Oh my god, who's this? Does he work with you? Are you doing Hair again? Isn't he cute! You actors are so kinky sometimes." Draco felt very confused and her perfume was making him go nearly mad, it was so over powering.

"He's a friend and he needs a hair cut Suz. Do you think you can help?"

"Sure honey, I'll get Fabrizio on it right away Would do it myself you know but I'm full up today. But isn't he gorgeous look at that little frown. My my don't glare like that it really isn't becoming sweetie." Draco was seething, who did this women think she was. Horrible, she reminded him of his Aunt Aurelia who always used to pinch his cheeks. He had hated her. "FABRIZIO! A job for you!"

"Yes?" A tall slim, black haired man wearing leather trousers and a pink lace shirt came swaying forward. There was really no other way to describe the way he walked. "OH my! Isn't he a good looking one! Tell me what do you want done with this gorgeous hair of yours?" He said while running his fingers through Draco's pony tail.

"Tony!" Tony was doubled over with laughter at Draco's horrified expression.

"Cut it please, and maybe add some low lights."

"Alright, us two are going to have a great time." And with that Fabrizio lead Draco to the back of the shop, earlier mentioned was absolutely horrified and contemplating if he should not flaunt the rules and hex this offending person, even if he was still at school.

Rena Lupin: Thanks for your review. In the next chapter we'll see how Draco's hair cut turns out. Any suggestions?