Author: ravenclawpride PM
A collection of excessively fluffy ficlets I wrote to cheer myself up after the epic sob-fest that was Deathly Hallows pt 2. Feel free to leave a prompt! H/D, rated for future chapters.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 9,591 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 30 - Updated: 11-07-11 - Published: 08-02-11 - id: 7244604
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Harry was flicking through the channels on the TV and simultaneously reading the latest issue of Quidditch Weekly with Draco curled up next to him, sifting through Harry's hair with long fingers.
"Hmm?" Harry asked distractedly, studying a diagram of the latest Nimbus 3000.
"Don't you think it's time for a haircut?"
Harry put down the remote and glanced upwards. His fringe tickled his eyelids. "I guess so. I'll make an appointment with The Enchanted Scissors tomorrow."
Draco shifted closer to Harry and pressed a small kiss to the side of his face. "Harry?"
"Will you let me cut your hair?"
"What? Draco, you've never cut anyone's hair before. I'm not going to work on Monday looking like a child attacked me with scissors."
Draco pouted. "You let Granger cut your hair before!"
"That's different, baby. We were on the run, camping in godforsaken places. I was trying not to get killed; I didn't care what my hair looked like." He hugged a still-pouting Draco. "It was either let Hermione cut my hair, or tie it up."
"Please, Harry, please. It looks like so much fun. I'll make it look good, I promise."
It was a testament to how effective Draco's pout was when Harry found himself seated on one of their dining table chairs five minutes later, with a scissors-wielding Draco behind him.
"Okay, take off your shirt," Draco said.
"So your hair doesn't fall all over it."
Harry pulled off his t-shirt. "Are you sure this isn't some plot to get me naked?"
"I see you naked every night, darling," Draco said, taking Harry's shirt and tossing it onto the dining table.
Harry shifted nervously as Draco fingered his hair. He was already mentally planning to Floo-call Hermione later to ask about hair-growing charms when he heard the snip of scissors above him.
"Draco! What did you just do?"
"Relax, love," Draco soothed.
"Just...make sure it's not too short, okay? But not that weird, in-between length either. And I don't want my fringe in my eyes, but don't make it too short or it'll stick up," Harry said.
"Sweet Merlin! And you call me picky."
Harry gripped the sides of the chair as Draco combed through his hair and snipped off another bit.
Okay, he thought to himself, maybe it'll be alright. After all, Draco has amazing style and his hair always looks great, so he probably knows what he's doing.
Harry relaxed slightly as he decided to trust Draco, who was busily cutting away. Harry was contemplating summoning his magazine over when the cutting stopped abruptly.
"Oops? Draco, what did you do?" Harry demanded.
"Um. I may have cut this part a little too short," Draco admitted sheepishly. "It's okay, I'll just make the rest shorter and it'll be fine."
"Wait, don't cut it too short!"
"I won't," Draco replied, brushing hair off Harry's bare shoulders.
Twenty minutes later, Draco set down his scissors and combed his fingers through Harry's hair. He then picked up Harry's shirt and used it to brush the stray hairs off Harry's shoulders and chest.
"All done!" Draco said, pulling Harry's head backward and leaning down to drop an upside-down kiss on his lips.
Harry stood and ran his hands over his head gingerly. He headed to the large mirror that hung over the fireplace in the living room.
His hair...well, it didn't look as bad as Harry expected. His fringe was a tad short, and the hair at the top of his head stuck up at weird angles, but that was normal. He turned to examine the back of his head and froze. The hair there was so short it looked like it had been shaven off, very unevenly.
"Well? Do you like it?" Draco asked, staring at Harry hopefully.
Harry forced a smile on his face. "It's great! Thanks, baby." He pulled Draco towards him and kissed him.
Draco beamed. "I'm going to take a shower. I have your hair all over me."
Harry waited until he heard the bathroom door close and the shower start, then dived towards the fireplace, throwing in a handful of Floo Powder.
"Ron and Hermione's!" he called out.
A/N: This chapter was inspired by the scene in Deathly Hallows Pt 1, where Hermione is cutting Harry's hair in the tent. As I said in the summary, I felt like writing some fluffy fluff after watching Deathly Hallows Pt 2, which was probably the saddest movie in the history of the world. I would love it if you guys could leave me a prompt (an object, action, any random word!) that I can use for future chapters. Thanks for reading! x