Youngsoo wants people cutting hair and "drawing"
"Why not make it pink?"
"It would look better longer! Shaggy, you know? "
"Can we streak it? Like… red or blonde?"
Harry was tied to a chair. He was also surrounded by what looked like the entire female population. The Gryffindor's, at least.
He'd told Hermione he wanted to change his look. She told him, "You should do something about your hair, first," and then went back to reading his book. Lavender, of course, had heard and then proceeded to tell Ginny who told all her dorm mates. The news that "Harry Potter needs help re styling his hair" spread throughout Gryffindor in about half an hour.
Now he was tied to a chair. Ginny tapped her wand on her bottom lip, staring at his head. Everyone shouted out ideas, most of them making him cringe. Suddenly, Ginny smiled.
"I've got it! Everyone will draw a picture of what they want Harry's hair to look like. Then we'll put them in a pile and vote on them; yes or no. And remember, if you make Harry look like a fool, he won't talk to you again. Alright? Go!"
There was a flurry of activity as everyone pulled out parchment and quills and wands. Most stared at Harry for a few seconds before looking down at their parchment. A second year that hadn't looked at Harry since she got into the room, turned her back and began sketching. Sparks flew from her wand, lighting up her paper. Was that a butterfly?
Half an hour later, still tied to a chair, Harry watched as they began voting. All pieces of parchment stated in one big pile. As people voted, they were sorted into the yes pile or the no pile. Then the subsequent yeses were voted on in the same was until there was only one left.
The first one was a solid no. His hair was gelled up into liberty spikes, dyed green. The next one was nixed because they wanted to grow out his hair to unflattering lengths. The next few were yeses. Two more entered the no pile. Another yes. Another no.
Harry closed his eyes and dozed while they sorted through the entries. He was woken suddenly by a shriek of laughter. His eyes snapped open and he looked at the piece of parchment.
Was that… a sheep? Or maybe Crookshanks on a bad day?
The little second year that hadn't looked at Harry since the process started stood. "Picture this…" Her voice was high pitched and… rather unfortunate, actually… "Harry Potter in…" She paused again. Probably for dramatic effect. "An afro!" There was silence while she looked expectantly at the crowd. As one, like they'd practiced, all the girls shouted, "No!"
The second year huffed and stamped her foot, leaving.
The next entry showed Harry with Hair like Snape. Then there was one turning him into Malfoy. Then Ron. Then Hermione.
Harry yawned again and closed his eyes. This was taking too long.
Harry was once again woken by shrieking. This time, though, it was also accompanied by clapping.
"You chose one, have you?" Harry asked Ginny. She smiled and nodded.
"Who was the creator of the winning entry?" Ginny asked loudly. Lavender raised her hand. Harry was horrified.
And still tied to a chair.
"Shit…" He whimpered as Lavender approached, wand in hand
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Harry was late for breakfast the next morning. His new hair was styled to perfection via Lavender. He'd waited until the last possible second to go to breakfast, hoping everyone would be gone by then.
When he opened the doors, every student and staff member turned to look at him. He flushed to the roots of what was left of his hair.
"Uhm…" He cleared his throat. "Hi…" As chatter broke out around the hall, Harry made his way to his seat.
Up at the head table, Dumbledore leaned over to a stunned professor Snape. "Harry looks rather dashing with a Mohawk, doesn't he?"