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This. Is. Not. Happening. This is not happening. Bloody Nargles (I picked that up from Lysander Scamander, apparently when you get bit by a nargle, it hurts) this is not happening.

I stared at the mirror a look of horror enveloping my face. "No... no!"

"NO WHAT? Hell Scorp can't you just shut up and let me sleep?" Al poked his messy head into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. It was winter break and I was staying over with the Potter's. Today was the day that we were supposed to migrate over to the Burrow, to stay with the rest of the Weasley/Potter clan.

To put that in simpler terms today was the day that I would meet Rose's father... after we had gotten together.

Not really looking forward to that.

"Oi! Scorp you keep spacing out. Why do you keep spacing out?" Al said waving his hand over my face.

"Albus, you know what day it is right?" I said grabbing his shoulders.

"It's the day that we're going to have dinner with the rest of my family and as Rose's father is my uncle you see him for the first time since you and Rose hooked up," he replied.

"We have not hooked up... but that's not the point. The point is..."

"Scorpius, Albus, are you up?" Mrs. Potter stuck her head through the door of Albus' room, "Good, we leave in an hour after breakfast alright? Make sure you're ready and packed, we'll be there for the rest of the break,"

"Alright Mum," Albus said reaching around for his glasses, "So what were you saying? Holy shit Scorp!" Albus had shoved on his glasses to finally see the horror that sat on top of my head.

"Scorpius, you're hair... it's like, mine..." Albus said reaching out slowly to touch it, as if not sure it was really there.

"I know isn't it horrible!" I turned to stare at the mirror. My usually perfect blonde locks were everywhere, left, right, sticking up straight. It looked like a blonde version of Al's hair.

Al's face suddenly brightened. He slung an arm around my shoulder, "OMG Scorpsie! We're like, totally twins now,"

I shoved him off, knocking off his glasses. He burst into laughter, so hard his bright green eyes started tearing up.

"Oi! Would you two shut it, I'm trying to get some sleep in before mum realizes I'm not awake and hexes me out of bed," Albus' brother James stormed into the room, his face a copy of Al's, minus the green eyes and glasses.

He stared at me, "What's up with your hair?" With that Al burst out laughing again and a light pink tinge appeared on my cheeks, the closest I get to a blush.

"Must still be dreaming..." James muttered and headed back to his room.

"Merlin, Al you have to help me!" I said shaking him as hard as I could, "I can not look like this! Do you understand Al? I am a Malfoy, and there is a Malfoy rule that states VERY CLEARLY that a Malfoy hair must never look like this, and to extent, never look like a Potter's. AL THIS IS A BLOODY DISASTOR!"

Al looked at me again and burst out laughing.

"WHAT?" I screamed infuriated.

"You... you have a.. a Malfoy RULE BOOK?" he spluttered out.

"Yes! But.. Al this isn't the point! AL HELP ME!" I was hyperventilating by this point.

Al took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. He calmly took me by the arms and shoved me into the wall.

"Scorpius," he said slowly.

"Yes?"

"Deep breaths," he said in the same patronizing tone, "In, out, in, out, Hee, hoo, hee, hoo,"

"Okay, now it sounds like I'm giving birth," I mutter.

"SCORPIUS!"

"OKAY! Hee, hoo, hee, hoo, I'm not doing that ever again,"

"Well you calmed down, see? Who's the genius? Okay don't answer that but why don't we get dressed and we can see if Mom can fix it," he kept his patronizing tone.

"I don't want to go down looking like THIS! Can't YOU do something?" I was about to start hyperventilating again.

Albus rolled his eyes at me, "You really are going insane, if I could do something with hair, then my hair wouldn't look like this,"

"I thought that you just kept it like that to get girls," I smirked, tugging a shirt over my head.

"Well yeah, but still," he replied evenly kicking a pair of trainers into his trunk from across the room, "See that? That's skill. Eh, I'll just pay James to do the rest later by magic, but of course, YOU'RE already packed," he snorted at me, "Let's just go get food before Teddy and James eat it all,"

I followed him down attempting to flatten my hair one last time.

It didn't work.

We come down to the kitchen with James and Teddy already sitting at the table, heads bent, scarfing down food and Lily standing by the stove glaring at them irritatedly.

"Honestly you two, I've been through at least one carton of eggs and a whole pack of bacon and you're still hungry. I still have 5 other mouths to feed," She brings another piled plate over to the table and James'head shoots up, mouth still full.

"These are for Scorpius and Albus," she said shooting another one of her infamous 'Lily glares' at James.

She set the plate down in front of us and made to head back to the kitchen. Then all of a sudden she stopped and took a double take.

"Scorpius? Is that you?" she squinted at me, "What's up with your hair?"

Al burst out laughing. Again. But this time his mouth full of egg. Teddy and James removed their oh so concentrated gaze from their plates to peer at me suspiciously.

Just to my luck Mr and Mrs. Potter chose to enter the room right at that second.

"Why is everyone staring at Scorpius," Mrs. Potter asked taking the spatula from Lily who was still staring at me open-mouthed. "And why is Albus rolling on the floor?"

Al was literally rolling on the floor laughing his head off... with eggs in his mouth. One day, he'll choke, and then who'll be laughing.

Me.

Okay not really but, that's besides the point.

"Scorp... Scorp has hair troubles," Al finally choked out.

"Is that even possible?" Mr. Potter asked,

"Apparently so," Mrs. Potter replied.

"You've got to help me," I burst out, "I can't be looking like THIS and meet Rose's father! I can't even let Rose see me like THIS!"

"Look I totally would, but as you can see, I'd probably make it worse," James said pointing to his own bed head.

"I gave up trying when I was 8," Mr. Potter said shrugging.

"You could try a bit harder," Mrs. Potter muttered.

"You know you like it," Mr. Potter replied.

"Okay ew? Dad really?" Albus said using his hand to block out his parents.

"Teddy?" I asked hopefully.

"Sorry mate, I don't bother with grooming. I look how I want," he said pointing to his gelled turquoise locks.

"Sorry Scorpius dear, I gave up on boy hair a long time ago," Mrs. Potter said glaring at her husband and two younger boys who all smiled sheepishly back at her.

"Why don't you ask Lily, we all know how much time she spends on her hair," James said, mouth full of food again.

Then it hit me, of course. Lily Potter loves her hair just about as much as I do mine. She would know how to fix this... hairmaggedon. She basically worships that ginger thing.

"I do not worship my hair," Lily's stormy brown eyes narrowed and turned to me.

"Hell, did I say that out loud?"

Al nodded, smirking evilly at me.

"Fine, I totally won't help you then..." she crossed her arms.

"No, no, no, no! PLEASE! I am begging you. I'll do anything!" I said falling to my knees.

"Anything?" she asked raising a dainty eyebrow.

"Well I'm not going to kiss you..." I started.

"Why in the name of Albus Dumbledore would anyone want to kiss you?"

"Ouch, now that was cold. Didn't anyone in here teach you manners?" I said mock hurt on my face.

"Hem hem," Mrs. Potter's cough came from behind me.

"You have a lovely home Mrs. Potter, almost as lovely as yourself. You look especially nice today Mrs. Potter, has anyone told you?" I said not missing a beat.

"No actually, no one has," she said turning to look pointedly at Mr. Potter.

"You look very nice today Ginny," he stuttered out.

"I'll help you if you kiss Rose today..." Lily said smiling sweetly at me.

"There's a catch..." I said knowingly.

"...if front of Uncle Ron," her sweet smile twisted into a sweetly evil one.

"Okay, let me rephrase. I'll do anything that isn't life threatening,"

She sighed, "Alright, I guess I'll put this one on your tab, but only because you're like a 4th brother to me,"

I get up and hug her, "I love you so much,"

"Yup, like a more attractive brother who actually understands the importance of hair management," she added the last part glaring at her other three brothers.

"Come on Scorpsie-"

"Don't call me Scorpsie,"

"I will call you Scorpsie,"

"Fine"

"Can I call you Scorpsie?"

"Shut it Al,"

Lily grabbed my arm and yanked me up the stairs.

"I'll bring you up some breakfast Scorpius dear," Mrs. Potter called from the kitchen.

"That's very kind of you Mrs. Potter," I yelled back.

"Oi! Scorpsie, you're such a suck up!" Al's voice came muffled.

"What did I say about shutting Sevie?"

In the kitchen James and Teddy roared with laughter.

Lily yanked me into her room which was at the end of the hall on the second story. Her room was painted gold with plush red chairs and a red bead spread.

"Admiring the decor Malfoy?" she smirked at me.

"A bit too gold for my taste," I replied as she shoved me into a chair in her bathroom. She rubbed her hands together,

"So Scorpsie, let's see what we can do here..."

"I'm really sorry Scorpsie," Lily said running her hand sheepishly through her sleek, red hair. "Really, I don't know what it is, nothing I do will work. And trust me, I've got some of the Potter hair genes running through me, I know how to work hair..."

"It's okay Lily..." I said ruffling up her hair. She scowled at me.

"Oh, boo hoo, Scorpius has messy hair, can we go now?" James rolled his eyes and shoved the flower pot filled with green powder at me.

"James is just jealous," Lily smirked. She grabbed a handful and stepped into the fire shouting, "The Burrow!" as she went.

I grabbed some powder of my own and followed suit. I emerged in the fireplace of the old Weasley home, dusting myself off. I joined up with Al and Lily in the kitchen.

"Oi, Roxy, look who's here!" Fred Weasley jr. entered the kitchen to stand beside his twin who was perched lazily on the counter.

"Little Malfoy, good to see you here," Roxy dropped from the counter and followed her arms like her brother.

"Very good,"

"Extremely good,"

"Particularly charmingly good,"

"But what's this?" Roxy's eyes narrowed. She and Fred took a step toward me at the same time.

"Little Malfoy?"

"Can't be..."

Suddenly Fred had me by the neck of my robes pinning me to the wall with Roxy stuffing her wand into the skin of my throat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lily ask stepping forward, but Roxy turned sheilding her from me.

"Don't get any closer, I suspect Polyjuice Potion," Roxy hissed.

"Roxy, he's the real Scorpius," Albus said tiredly.

"That's exactly what he wants you to think," Fred said in the same tone as Roxy.

"This can't be little Malfoy, look at the hair! And you think you had us fooled," Roxy was sending a chilling death glare my way, "What was the last thing that Fred and I said to you, huh? ANSWER ME BOY!"

"Um.. uh, that... that you would make sure not a second would go by that I wasn't puking, having a nose bleed or turning into a canary if I ever hurt Rose... ever." I stutter out.

Roxy blinked three times and dropped her wand and the same time Fred released me.

"Sorry little Malfoy,"

"Very Sorry,"

"Extremely sorry,"

"Particularly charmingly sorry,"

"Okay, he get's it guys," Al said slinging an arm around my shoulder steering me away from them, "Ya'll and James are taking Auror training way to seriously,"

Roxy and Fred cracked into identicle evil grins.

"Little Malfoy," Roxy started.

"Bad hairday," Fred finished.

"PICTURE TIME!" They shouted together.

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO! I can't let Rose or her father see me like this, let alone a PICTURE!" I shouted attempting to cover my head with my hands.

They grinned again slinging their arms around my shoulders, Roxy on the left, Fred on the right.

"We're kidding little Malfoy, and you're in luck," Roxy sang,

"We'll help you out a bit," Fred said evenly.

"I mean you are like a little cousin to us," Roxy said giving my shoulders and affectionate squeeze.

"Plus Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione and little Rosie are out until dinner," Fred whispered conspiratorily.

"I expect their giving her 'the talk'" Roxy winked at me.

"So we'll fix your hair,"

"And it'll be as Malfoy...y as it always was!"

"Ermmm..."

"Oh silly little Malfoy, we do have a line of hair products that actually BENEFIT the hair," Roxy said shaking her head.

"They're just in the bottle that are supposed to destroy hair," Fred laughed airily.

"What the hell is the point in that?" I asked as they steered me toward the 3 floor, where I assumed their rooms were.

"Well you see the obvious, bad stuff in a good bottle, classic right? But say that you want to prank someone and buy the bottle labeled 'hair destroyer' but then it actually turns out to be amazing? We prank the prankster, it's an illusion sort of thing see!" Roxy exclaimed really fast.

"No... no I don't see,"

Fred rolled his eyes, "Prat..." he muttered, "Come on little Malfoy, we'll make you pretty again," he said brightly wrapping a blindfold over my eyes.

"I don't believe it Fred,"

"Nor do I Roxy,"

"WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING!" The blindfold was making me agitated, especially after being in it for about one and a half hours.

"Sorry little Malfoy,"

"But we've tried everything,"

"Even adding the bad stuff to see if it'll work in reverse,"

"But no potion we have will do it,"

"We're a failure Fred,"

"We are in deed Roxy,"

I rip off the blindfold to look at myself in the mirror. I look exactly the same.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" I shrieked.

"Dear Merlin, what is that noise? Fred, Roxanne have you actually found a live subject to torture with your meander pranks?" Molly Weasley jr. stuck her head into the room, nose held high.

"Ah, young Scorpius, pleasure as always, now may I ask what exactly are you doing?" she peered down her nose at the three of us giving me a strong impression of McGonagal when she's not very happy.

"Little Malfoy here is having hair troubles,"

"And as you can see we tried to help,"

"But alas, it can not be,"

"Because his hair is being as stubborn as James',"

Molly gave a little titter, "Well you obviously can't expect to fix a problem like this with just a silly potion. You'll need to know the proper spells and as seeing as I'm the senior assistant to the Head of The Department of Magical Licensing, I'll know just the trick," she pulled out her wand.

"Now hold on here sister, but are you sure that a spell will do the trick?" In stepped Molly's younger sister, Lucy Weasley, "Now I did complete a very important essay, me being the senior assistant to the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures, about how wizards these days overuse magic and how the simplest remedy can be found in by products of the most common magical creatures,"

"Take Scorpius for example," Lucy placed a hand on my shoulder, "See his hair malfunction was probably cause by some sort of abnormal mites in the air at the Potter's house, this can be fixed by a simple infusion of gnome saliva and ground wizard plums, both of which we have here. I'll go get some and we can fix this once and for all," Lucy turned sharply on her heel and left.

Molly rolled her eyes, "What she's thinking I don't know. I read that essay and I must say it was quite lacking in some areas. Come on Scorpius, let's get going before she can come back and mess it all up," she grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the chair, dragging me from the room with Fred and Roxy whispering behind us.

I was sitting in the middle of the cleared out Burrow den. Molly insisted that 'there was a 63.7844% chance of the spell having maximum effect when it was in a clear, clean enviornment.

"Just relax Scorpius," Molly said slowly. I willed myself to let my shoulders droop when they shot back up at the sound of,

"MOLLY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN ARE YOU DOING?" Lucy stormed into the room holding a bubbling purple mixture of goo.

Not very appitizing.

"Are you kidding? How's that supposed to fix anything, it's disgusting and barbaric!" Molly shrieked pointing at the vial in Lucy's hand.

"Barbaric? See what the wizarding population will be like in the next few decades if we rely solely on magic! No respect for the magical creatures of our time!"

"BARBARIAN!"

"LAZY PRAT!"

"DON'T YOU DARE DUMP THAT ON HIM!"

"DON'T YOU DARE DO A SPELL ON HIM!"

At the same time Lucy threw the goo at me while Molly shouted, "Flattendato!"

"BOOM!"

"Can you believe it Roxy?"

"I know Fred!"

"We're not the ones in trouble,"

"It's the Perfect Prefects, Molly and Lucy!"

"And poor, poor Scorpius,"

"Caught in the middle again,"

"But there's something to be gained in this lesson!"

"The combination of gnome saliva and ground wizard plums and the flattendato charm doesn't fix bad hair,"

"But it does create massive boils that stream purple pus and a swollen tounge,"

"Better right that down Fred,"

"Way ahead of you Roxy,"

It seemed like the entire household was gathered in the den to watch Grandmum Weasley put me right again.

"There you go Scorpius dear," she said closing Gilderoy Lockhart's guide to Magical Malfunctions.

"Mum, I can't believe you still use that book!" Mrs. Potter moaned.

"It's still reliable Ginny dear," Mrs. Weasley said waving her off.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Weasley," I said to her.

"You're welcome dear, and I am sorry about your hair,"

Oh and did I mention. The hair was still the same.

"You amatures, if you wanted to fix your hair you should have come straight to us," Victorie Weasley flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, "We are part Veela, and french, you're hair troubles will be no match for us!"

"Look, I think it's best just not to mess with it..." I start.

"Nonsense," Victorie snapped. "Dominique, Louis!"

Dominique fell in step with her sister and Louis grabbed my shoulders, flipping his strawberry blonde hair out of his face.

For the 4th time today I was shoved into a chair.

"You must really love my sister," Hugo stated munching on a licorice wand.

"Hell yeah, make sure to tell her that," I said sighing heavily sinking back into my chair exhausted.

"Now," Victorie said while Dominique arranged multiple hair supplies on the counter in front of us and Louis tied a barber's towel around my front. "Let's see if you're hair can take this."

I sat across from Mr. Weasley, diagonal fro Mrs. Weasley and in between Albus and Rose. Rose and I had out ankles intertwined and occasionally she would grasp my hand under the table. It was quite comforting under the death stare that Mr. Weasley was giving me right now.

"Albus, what have we been hearing about you throwing parties?" Mrs. Potter started running her fork through her mashed potatoes.

"Al does throw the randomest parties," Rose smiled shaking her head slowly. To her credit she only raised an eyebrow when she saw me, and my hair, gave me a peck on the cheek and ran off to help with the cooking.

Al threw up his hands, "Peeves learning how to juggle three of Professor Trewlany's crystal balls while pelting chalk at first years while singing and edited version of 'Weasley is our King' is not random,"

Rose's dad's ears went red, "They still sing that?"

"It's a necessity at every match," James said through a full mouth.

Mrs. Potter laughed, "You know you're father came up with those lyrics," she said to me.

"I've been told," I muttered.

"Which set do they sing?" Rose's dad continued.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Not the bad one obviously. Scorpius and Albus socked a Slytherin kid first year when they tried it, no one else's had the guts too since.

"What about when they leave?" Mr. Potter asked amused.

"I'll hex 'em," Lily said smoothly.

Idle chatter followed the when Rose's dad stood up. "Okay. I approve of him, it's obvious he's nothing like his father, at all,"

Mrs. Weasley hit his arm lightly, sending him a pointed glare.

"AW, come one Hermione, just look at his hair..."