"Ow—ow, that hurt, you twat—"
"Well it wouldn't hurt if you quit moving—almost there—yes—"
"Ow! You're yanking hard like that on purpose!"
"Quite whining, I'm nearly finished—"
"This has been going on for far, far too long already!"
"Okay, okay! I'm done. Here. Put this on."
"Can I take this stupid blindfold off, yet?"
"No! No, not yet. Here, I'll help you. Put your arm out, and I'll button you up..."
"Just what are you doing to me?"
"Shhh! Let me just—one more clasp—okay...There."
Draco finally stepped away.
"Now you can take the blindfold off."
Harry slowly reached up to remove the cloth tied over his eyes. He blinked in amazement at the stranger looking back at him in the mirror.
Whoa.
Two hours, three full bottles of some kind of powerful beauty product, lots of painful hair pulling, the death of no less than six combs, stylish robes being selected from a mysterious, apparently required chest of clothing, and lots and lots of bickering whilst being blindfolded...had resulted in the person before him.
Draco was grinning gleefully, looking at Harry like he was the Malfoy heir's very own masterpiece.
"And you said I was a terrible artist," Draco said, smirking haughtily at Harry's stunned expression.
For Draco Malfoy had managed the impossible. Harry Potter's characteristic, wild, unruly mane...had been tamed. His ebony black hair was slicked back much in the same way that Malfoy used to wear his. Smooth, dark, and so shiny, Harry noted in awe. When it wasn't sticking up all over the place, it was kind of bizarre, just how glossy it was...
And his clothes were so...so suave. He wore black, thick robe that fit his newer, healthier body like they had been tailored just for him, showing off his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. Silver clasps appeared at his throat and at the cuffs of his sleeves, and, Harry noted, they had tiny, shimmering snakes embossed on them.
His clothes and his hair... Only two things, and yet they drastically changed his entire appearance. With his hair back and out of the way, his scar was on full display, a jagged lightning bolt across his forehead. And his eyes, his piercingly bright, green eyes...without his glasses, they stood out like shimmering, opulent emeralds. Harry almost wondered if Malfoy had put some kind of spell on them, to make them gleam like that.
"Normally, I would say the scar is a problem and you should cover it up with a charm, but now that I'm taking in the whole picture, I don't think so," Draco said, walking around Harry slowly to examine him carefully from all sides. "I think it's brilliant. It's perfect, like a permanent, masculine crown or something."
Harry finally tore his eyes away from his own reflection to gape at him. "A crown...?"
"Yes." Draco nodded, stepping forward so that he was by Harry's side. He pointed at him in the mirror. "Now this is how the Master of the Elder Wand should look... What do you think?" His eyes shone in what was absurdly genuine hopefulness.
"I..." Harry looked back to his own, foreign reflection. Now that the initial shock had worn off, and he could stare at his own body objectively, he sort of thought that, well...
