Wizard Mafia Incorporated
Chapter 5
-My Hair?-
Draco was being drug away from one of his biggest heroes of the wizarding world, the Drake Celestin. How dare they? Why is he not fighting back? Oh yeah, he's practically thrown over the shoulder of some body guard it appeared.
"Is this necessary? Do I really need to be treated like a provision on a pack animal?" Draco asked casually. The man carrying him dropped him like a bag of spuds. "Was that necessary?" The man just grunted at him. "So where are we going?"
"I believe they are taking you to that hair salon." Drake said pointing at the big neon sign.
"Are you coming with us? I have so much to talk to you about! What kind of broom did you learn on? What do you ride now?" Draco spewed off questions like a little kid.
"Whoa little man. Chill out. I learned on a Clean Sweep and I own a Rocket 3000." Drake answered.
"A Rocket 3000? There were only five of those made!" Draco practically shouted.
"Well it helps to have friends in high places, if you catch what I mean." Drake said with a wink.
"Well Draco, Mr. Dixon owns the other four so don't worry about it." Jasmine threw into their conversation.
"HE OWNS ALL FOUR?!" This Draco did beller out. Hermione cringed and rubbed her ear.
"See Malfoy, my father has power and money." Hermione stated cockily.
"I knew he had power but I didn't know he had that much money! Those are at least 500 Galleons each! That is more than you have probably spent your whole pathetic life." Draco spat back with a sneer. The guards flexed their muscles. "Whoa, sorry boys, don't kill me." The guards looked to Hermione.
"Do you want us to harm him Miss Dixon?"
"No, he has his pay back coming to him. Guess what, we're here." Hermione said pointing to the door.
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"What are we doing in here?" Draco asked curiously.
"We are all getting...changes. Some better than others." Jasmine said and then clapped her hands. Waiters and waitresses came out of curtained doors and sat each of the three in chairs. The guards stood at the doors and windows.
"So what are your names?" Hermione asked as her stylist was playing with her hair.
"I'm Bartleby." Said a man with soldier cropped brown hair and green eyes.
"I'm Hunter." Said a man with shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes standing to the other side of the door that Bartleby wasn't occupying.
"Po."
"Dalton." This man had black hair that would give Harry's a run for his money and shockingly, electric blue eyes that would intimidate anyone, but Hermione.
"So like are you all my personal body guards or something?" Hermione asked looking right at Dalton who was standing next to her stylist.
"We have been assigned to you, so I guess you could say that." Dalton said eyeing Drake. "Who is this fella?"
"Some guy that followed us in here. Apparently he's some guy that can ride a broom fairly well." Hermione said as she relaxed into her head massage before her trim.
"Fairly well?!" Draco sputtered. "That man can out ride your precious Pot-head any day!"
"Pot-head?" Drake asked curiously.
"Potter. We never really have gotten along. That first day on the stairs kinda does that in."
"Potter? Like the Harry Potter?" Drake asked mildly surprised.
"Yeah, him." Draco said waving his hand as if make Harry unimportant.
"Mr. Malfoy? If you would please come over to this chair, we will get started on your massage." A beautician called.
"A massage? Oh all right then. That sounds harmless." Draco said walking over to the pretty lady. If only he really knew what was going to happen.
The massage felt great. In fact Draco felt so relaxed he fell asleep. A deep sleep.
Hermione laughed, this was all going her way. "Dalton, would you please move that lump of blonde to this chair please?"
"Of course, anything for you." He replied with a wicked grin.
As Dalton slung the blonde lump over his shoulder, Draco started snoring. It wasn't loud but it was there. All of the beauticians giggled.
(AN: Draco's hair at this point in time is long and held back in a Slytherin Green ribbon, much like his fathers.)
"So what do you wish to be done with his amazing hair Ms. Dixon?" the beautician said.
"Chop it off. He looks too much like his dad. Spike it, tip it hunter green, and call it good." Hermione said, receiving shocked looks from all of the beauticians. "Do it. Trust me."
"He's a Malfoy, you don't just chop it off!" they all screamed. Draco snorted in his sleep.
"Then trim it off and keep the bloody stuff." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I really don't understand all of this bloody drama about Malfoy."
"It's like a sculpture, a great architectural building, a magnificent painting. Like David, the Eiffel Tower, or the Mona Lisa. We will trim layer by layer until the master piece is finished. NO blonde locks will ever touch the ground."
"Yes, yes, whatever, just get on with it." Hermione said waving her hand. "Now, as for you," she said pointing to a skinny brunet, "I want my hair cut at angles from my face and layered. My bangs angled to the right. Blonde and copper high-lights, with black low-lights."
As the beauticians got to work, Drake Celestin was having a silent conversation with Lord Voldemort. 'I have found Malfoy Jr. He is indeed with Dixon Cypress' men.'
'Ah, lovely. Let's hope that now Dixon will join me.'
'No doubt my Lord, he will join you, everyone will eventually.'
'How very right you are. If they don't, they die.'
Hermione was watching Drake Celestin closely. He had said that he worked with Draco's dad. That probably meant that he was a Death Eater. She motioned to Dalton. "Knock him out and hide him in a closet for a few days."
"Yes ma'am, but may I ask why?"
"I believe he is a Death Eater, and that he is tailing Malfoy, and us." Dalton winked and nodded once. He walked behind Drake so silently that you could almost hear the birds clawed feet on the roof. With his fist alone he knocked Drake out.
"Tie him up, tape his mouth, Hunter put a mind block on him so he can't mind speak to anyone, and Po?"
"Yes?"
"Take him to Mr. Dixon. Tell him that his daughter suspects him a Death Eater."
"Yes sir."
"That's it; you're all done Ms. Dixon." Hermione looked at her new style. "I like it." then all of the girls working on Draco took a deep breath and spun him around. "What do you think?"
Hermione looked at Draco. His hair had, like they had said, been sculpted. Each hunter green tip was exactly the same length. He looked like, Draco. Not Lucius. As Hermione was studying his new look, Draco popped his eyes open. Silver pools captured her. She felt like she was falling endlessly into the depths of them.
"Dixon, what are you staring at? I know I have a devilishly handsome body but seriously."
"Well Malfoy, I am happy to say that you no longer remind me of your father."
"what are you talking about?" Draco asked curiously.
"Just look in the mirror." Hermione stated smirking.
Draco spun his chair around. "My hair?!"