Playing with his hair

Hermione and Luna were all excited. They had just come up with a Great idea! Greyback needed braids! Hermione was sure, if he had his hair up out of his eyes, he'd be in a much better mood. He wouldn't be nearly as growly! Course she just wanted him down here so she could gawk at him some more but, hey, Luna thought he was good looking, too! It wasn't just Hermione going all boy crazy over Greyback!

They stood at the bars of their cell, chanting in unison. "We want Greyback, we want Greyback! Send him down now! Please! We want Greyback!"

Antonin Dolohov came down the stairs. "Greyback isn't here. He's out hunting again!" he looked at them like they were crazy when they both cried out in dismay! They had so been looking forward to playing with his hair!

"Oh, phooey! Well, then can we braid your hair? You can sit and drink booze while we do it, please!" Antonin frowned at them. He shook his head. No way, no how, were these girls getting ANYWHERE near his hair! "Please, please, please?"

"Gods, alright, already!" anything to shut them up! He called Mulciber down to hold his wand. Then he went into the cell. The girls were all giggly and excited. They hadn't expected any of them to actually let them mess with their hair! Mulciber stood there laughing his ass off as they put Antonin's hair into at least twenty tight braids.

"Oh, look, Antonin! It looks so awesome! Mulciber, stay right there! You're next!" Hermione yelled bossily. Mulciber rolled his eyes. Rowle came down to see what was going on and was commandeered into holding Mulciber's wand while he had his hair done. Never being one to turn down a chance at getting drunk on the job, both he and Rowle volunteered for hair class 101 as Hermione was calling it.

Pretty soon, it was noticed that three death eaters were missing. And being as there was both a boy crazy Gryffindor and a boy crazy Ravenclaw who kept yelling for the resident werewolf and inviting everyone down for a sleepover and ghost stories, it wasn't hard to figure out those death eaters were no doubt downstairs getting drunk and partying hard.

Greyback came back and was promptly sent down to 'deal with her'. He stomped downstairs, all frowns, and went to the cell where three death eaters were drinking and listening raptly to muggle ghost stories! "Dolohov! Rowle! Mulciber! Get your damned arses back upstairs! NOW!" he roared at them. The three drunken death eaters scrambled up and staggered over to the door.

"Greyback, hey, hey, Greyback, lookie!" they chorused, showing off their pretty braids. "Aren't we pretty, Greyback?" Greyback growled as he pulled them out of the cell. He shoved them upstairs and piled them into an empty bedroom to sleep it off! Then he headed back downstairs to deal with that little pain in the arse Gryffindor!

"You!" he yelled, only to be grabbed and pulled against the bars by two squealing girls, happy to see him! Luna had him around the waist as Hermione climbed the door to hang from his neck.

"Greyback! Greyback! You're finally home! We missed you terribly! The others let us mess with their hair but it just wasn't the same without you!" Hermione was peppering kisses all over every inch of his face she could reach. Draco Malfoy, who had followed Greyback down, burst out laughing at the sight of the trapped wolf! He didn't want to hurt the girls but there was no way to free himself without squeezing their fragile little wrists, possibly breaking them. He sighed, rolled his eyes and suffered the little prat's laughter as he waited patiently for the girls to release him.

Draco ran back upstairs, whispering to his dad, who chuckled, picturing the wolf flattened into the cell door! The Dark Lord, still in a snit over Hermione making fun of his nose, decided to take a little vacation to the Muggle world. He was secretly planning to check out these 'plastic surgeons' that the little mudblood had mentioned! All the death eaters, except Bellatrix, were relieved. Bella, herself, begged the Dark Lord to let her accompany him 'for security reasons'. He solemnly agreed, leading Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange to breathe HUGE sighs of relief. Now THEY could go down and join the party and get drunk, too!

Downstairs, Hermione and Luna were begging Greyback, with all their might, to please, please, please let them braid his hair. "Pretty please, with sugar on top? Please, Greyback, we'll love you forever! Pppllleeaassseee!" they begged. Finally, after more begging and pleading, like Dolohov had done, he gave in, just to shut them up. The girls squealed happily and got to work. Before long, they had him seated in a chair. Luna was working on the back of his hair and Hermione was in his lap, working on his bangs.

"There you go, Greyback, all done! Now your hair won't be in your face, making you all growly anymore, isn't that great?" with that Hermione and Luna both kissed him on the cheek and sat in his lap to go to sleep, determined to keep 'their werewolf' with them.