Disclaimer: Draco's looks are based on this guy my mate and I saw on a train he would have made a great Draco man was he fit. (trying not to drool lol)

Sitting down in the chair, Draco was still very sceptical about what exactly Fabrizio was going to do to him. He wasn't at all convinced, expecially since afor mentioned had managed to brush his hands against his butt quite often during the short walk through the shop.

"Now Sweetie, how do you want this hair of yours? God, isn't it gorgeous, such a lovely quality any model would be jealous."

"I like it long. Tony said I should cut it. But I don't want it too short." Fabrizio kept fingering his hair and Draco was getting rather nervous, but then Fabrizio placed a strange plastic thing around his neck, he assumed it was for catching cut hair, since muggles couldn't use charms.

"Bend over then." Turning his head slightly to raise a caustic eyebrow at Fabrizio, Draco couldn't stop himself from adding,

"As long as you keep all your body parts to yourself I will." And with that he bend over the sink letting Fabrizio wash his hair. It took a good part of two hours for the hair cut to be finished and then at last Draco was allowed to look into the mirror. His hair was now cut in layers so it fell nicely around his face, at the front it got a bit shorted, so the fringe got longer as it covered his forhead. Fabrizio had added low lights into his silvery blond strands which made him look like he'd just come of the beach. Draco was definitely pleased, he looked good, really good if he was allowed to blow his own trumpet. The hair cut complimented his new eye colour. He had loved his grey eyes, but since the wolf had settled inside him his eye colour had changed to clear blue. He still hated them, like the scar it was always a reminder of what had happened. "Well thanks, it's great."

"Isn't it just sweetie! You're delectable, I could just eat you. Are you doing anything this evening?"

"Yes, and it doesn't involve you." Getting up, Draco quickly made his way across to where Tony was waiting. Tony, who had been reading an a magazine look up and a grin spread over his face.

"Looks great mate, nothing like Legolas anymore." After paying for his haircut, Draco and Tony made their way out of Suzi's shop and walk the short way to Ansons which had been badly situated at the corner of the street that also housed Suzi's Saloon. After selecting a few clothes Draco went to get changed. Tony sat outside the cubicle waiting.

"Hey Tony. What you doing here?" A dark haired girl sat down next to him.

"I'm here with a friend he needs some new clothes. What about you Tess?"

"Same, Kate just lost loads of weight and now she's buying new clothes. So which of your mates you out with?"

"You don't know him. He doesn't act." Just then Draco stepped out and Tess glanced up. The way he walked over to them and held his shoulders gave him something sensuous. The washed out jeans hung low on his slim hips, and the tight white t-shirt, which he wore, had slipped upwards a bit, so you could see the outline of his stomach muscles. Tess was shure she had never seen anyone look so hot.

"That is your friend? He's…bloody hell he's fit!"

"That's good Draco it suits you and you don't look like a plonker anymore." Nodding Draco waved at the assistant, telling her that he's take it but wanted to wear it straight away. Obligingly she cut out the labels and took the other items he had chosen. They left the shop and strolled into central London, walking along the high street, there were a lot of things that made Draco curious. The record shop, the gadget shop and even the souvenir shop with it'S unmoving pictures.

"When are we going to the cinema?"

"Evening film, it's so much better, all the little kids aren't there then."

"Alright, but what are we going to do now? Just walk around?"

"We could go to the theatre, I haven't got rehearsal but some of my mates should be there, we can rehears if we want to, like private scenes to work on or so, you know…" Draco put a finger on Tony's lips.
"You're babbling. Sure we'll go. Can we go to McDonalds first? I've never had fast food."

"It's not very good."
"I want to!" Draco pouted. It was a natural reaction sometimes, it came from being an only child for too long and always getting his way. Tony thought that Draco's pout fitted his angelic face, making his lips seem redder. Draco was definitely dangerous he decided, you had to be careful not to get burned when around him.

"Alright, if it humours you. Come on." Granting Tony a smile, Draco ran the short way to McDonalds, running straight into a girl.

"Watch where you're going." he snapped. Dusting himself off and then glaring down at the girl, his eyes grew wide and then narrowed. The girl stared back up him, seemingly just as surprised at seeing him there.

"You ran into me Malfoy. You're such a prat."

"Shut up Granger, you could have watched were your going, or does your little Gryffindor brain not allow you to think?" He hated Granger, nearly as much as he hated that stuck up arrogant Potter who wallowed in self-pity.

"Slytherin filth! You're not worth the ground I walk on." Draco sneered at that, he was good at sneered, he had learned from the best. As if he even wanted to walk on the ground she'd been on. Just then Tony arrived. Sensing rather thick air, he grabbed Draco arm and drag him away, hissing something that sounded like "stupid slag" in Grangers general direction.

Rena Lupin: There now you know what Draco looks like, unlike other opinions I think he is fit, and so does my mate. Slytherin's rule. Recommend please if you think it's good, I love writing especially if people enjoy it. I dunno about the eye makeup may have to think on that. Have fun!