Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Ninety - Easter

Draco enters the penthouse to Harry arguing with Kyle. Tonight is the night of the concert he's attending with Blaise and Weasley, along with the other seekers, Simon and Daisy. Green Day, Simon's favorite band, and Blaise's Christmas gift to the young boy.

Apparently, Kyle being dressed the way he was, was causing Harry to have some sort of break down. Which he agrees with, the boy looks like, well, he looks like a whore. Yes, there, he said it, the boy looks like a spikey whore. Spikey comes from these leather belts, yes plural, multiple leather belts in multiple colors all with metal studs. Spikey metal studs that match multiple bracelets and his boots. Black leather boots with spikey straps. His pants, also black, also leather, also skin tight and riding low enough that the boy could not be wearing any underwear.

It shows off his stomach, and why does it show off his stomach, because the boy has taken an old band shirt, the Sex Pistols, and cut off the bottom. He made it into a midriff and removed the word 'pistols'. His boy, his heir, is walking around wearing a shirt that's ripped up and has sex written across the top in purple. He has necklaces that hug his throat, and some that dangle and so many rings. His earrings at least are the small silver hoops paired with the black onyx studs Ian gave him for Christmas.

To top it off, the boy changed his hair again, making it longer, reaching down past his shoulders to his mid back. He added bright red underneath his normal black. He has it all piled high on his head in a messy bun, if you can call it a bun. It's not a bun; it's some weird twisty thing and he's using his wand to hold it in place. His wand! He's letting so much of the hair fall out of the twisty bun thing that he looks windswept.

Then there's the make-up, the black nail polish is fine, but the eyeliner. The boy is wearing too much eyeliner and something on his eyelashes making them huge. His eyes do look amazing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't look like a lewd woman. If it wasn't for the slight trail of hair on his stomach, and him not having breasts, he could easily be mistaken for a woman of the street.

Ian is staring at him, that stare is not appropriate, no it is not appropriate. He doesn't look like a whore; he's wearing a Chicago Bulls basketball jersey and some long shorts. Yes, he also has black boots on but he looks like Ian, not a woman of the night. He's staring at Kyle like he wants to treat him like a woman of the night; he needs to stop looking at him like that.

Daisy looks normal, her black hair pulled into two side braids with her fringe framing her face. She's wearing a black dress with a white rounded collar that goes down to her knees. She's also wearing the boots and the black eyeliner and the goopy eyelash stuff, but she's a girl and it's done tastefully.

Simon, oh my god, Simon; he doesn't look like a whore even though his outfit is similar to Kyle's. He's wearing black denim with a Nine Inch Nails shirt, he has one, yes, one spikey leather belt and matching spikey leather bracelets and a spikey necklace that hugs his throat. His leather boots have the same spikey straps. Someone turned his hair the same color red that Kyle is sporting, or at least just the tips. The boy has put enough hair gel in, that it spikes up oddly. No make-up for Simon, just rampant enthusiasm.

"There you are." Harry rounds on him.

He rounds on him, like this is his fault. This is not his fault; he wasn't the one at home when this happened.

"Yes, Potter, here I am." Draco crosses his arms.

"Say something." Harry points at Kyle.

"You look like a minx."

"Thank you, Papa." Kyle smirks at Harry.

Daisy huffs, "A minx is like telling you, you look like a hooker, which you do."