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Territorial
Chapter Number/Total: 4/41
Chapter Title: Territorial
Words: 3413 Words
Professor Flitwick was standing on a chair behind his desk when Harry arrived with Draco and their friends after breakfast, Valen in tow as well. The tiny man gave a sort of squeaky yelp and disappeared when he jumped down. He hurried around the desk and rushed forward to wring their hands excitedly.
"So very glad to see you all again," he said, beaming. "Please take your seats. Please."
Harry chuckled as Flitwick scampered away to greet a couple of Ravenclaws that were entering. He chose the seat he had always taken in school, and Ron sat one seat down instead of right next to him, obviously leaving the chair open for Draco.
Draco set up the playpen next to the table. It was spelled to keep the little boy inside it, but to allow any adult to put the child in or take him out. He unhitched the baby carrier from his chest and deposited Valen in the pen with an assortment of toys. Then he took his seat beside his husband.
Harry thought it was so very odd to sit at his old desk, waiting for Flitwick to begin the lesson, while also listening to his son babble a few feet away. But he smiled at the baby, hoping he would behave.
Draco flushed when he looked up and found the entire room had been staring at Valen. He wasn't used to the attention having a baby at Hogwarts would get. It was almost a relief to see Theo was not looking at the baby, but at him with another of those appraising gazes.
Harry looked away from Valen and his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of Nott as well. He was giving Draco the Exact. Same. Look. Harry's eyes narrowed further and he glared. He didn't care if Theo thought it was rude or not. Harry thought it was rude, and that was enough for him.
Draco felt the shift in energy beside him and looked at his husband, a frown on his face.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco and raised his eyebrows at him as Professor Flitwick moved to stand in front of the class.
Draco huffed and got out his parchment and quill to take notes.
Harry rolled his eyes, but did it so that Draco couldn't see as he took out his things as well, forcing himself to listen as Flitwick began to speak.
The professor gave them a short speech of welcome, and then waved his wand. Instructions appeared on the blackboard. "Now take these down," he said. "And then put those quills away. Wands out. This will be a practical lesson, of course."
Harry quickly wrote down the instructions, which were for a Hair-Cutting Charm, and then stood, pulling his wand, even though he didn't know if he would really need it. He cast a Shield Charm on Valen's playpen to protect him from the magic, which earned him an approving smile from Flitwick.
Valen squeaked loudly, batting at the magical boundary.
"Now, as you can see," Professor Flitwick continued, resuming his place on the chair behind his desk, "we'll be doing Hair-Cutting Charms today. I have here," he waved his wand again to reveal quite a number of fake heads with lots of hair, "dummies for you to practise on, but toward the end of the lesson, I would like to see the Charm performed on a human partner."
There was nervous muttering about the room.
Flitwick let out a squeak of a laugh. "Not to worry," he said. "I can perform a Hair-Growing Charm. It's quite a bit more advanced than the removal of hair, but you'll all be as right as rain in the end."
Draco smirked at his husband, knowing that Harry had quite a fetish for his longer hair and that he wouldn't be pleased with the possibility of it drastically reduced.
Harry looked sideways at Draco and reached to gently pull on his blond locks. "Who's going to be the partner that cuts your hair then?" he asked as he eyed the strands.
Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry with a smirk. Harry knew how much magic done on him turned him on.
Harry snorted quietly, running his hand through his husband's hair and then walking up to the front of the class to retrieve heads for himself and Draco.
"Extra points for those of you who actually manage to make it look like a real haircut!" Flitwick squeaked over the commotion of everyone else coming to get their heads as well.
Draco reached in and petted his child’s head while his husband got the dummies for them. He watched the other students. The class was made up of all those who had lived through the final battle with the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.
Harry set the heads on the desk and took his seat again. Then he looked up to watch Professor Flitwick demonstrate the wand movement explained in their brief notes. It was a sort of quick, short, straight-across movement with the wand tip. Harry cut a piece of hair off the dummy with his wand tip, and then experimentally used his finger, not terribly surprised when it worked just as well.
Draco's cut was more precise, but, of course, he couldn't do it without a wand.
Harry shrugged and got to work, not knowing what he could possibly do with the hair in front of him, so he simply settled with cutting it sort of short with fringe, aiming for the way his own hair was.
When Harry looked over to compare his own work to others', he was amused to see that Ron had ended up with a lopsided Mohawk, which he had charmed to stand up. Hermione had a neat shoulder-length cut with not a hair out of place. Dean had done pretty much what Harry had, only a bit shorter. Neville's was a bowl-cut-looking thing and Harry was secretly very glad he was not Neville's partner. Lavender and Parvati hardly cut anything at all, both of them focusing more on styling while Hermione threw them disapproving glances.
Draco did a simple cut not too different from how he used to wear his own hair. He didn't ever intend to do his own hair and found the charm a bit boring.
Professor Flitwick roamed around the room as they worked, giving tips to some and praise to others. He eyed both Neville's and Ron's dummies with an alarmed look. "Well, boys," he quipped, "good effort, but I don't think either of you will ever be entering into the hair-cutting business."
Ron laughed and shrugged as Hermione shook her head at him.
The professor praised her and Draco and then watched with interest as Harry cut the hair with his hands rather than his wand.
Soon, he stood at the front of the class again. "You've all done very well, I'm pleased to say. Some better than others, but I can tell that you've all worked very hard to be prepared for your examinations."
Draco smirked at that. They had worked hard to defeat Voldemort. Studying for N.E.W.T.s had been play compared to that.
"Now comes the time for you to work on your partner," said Flitwick. And everyone in the room moved closer to their chosen friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, and in Harry and Draco's case, husbands. Flitwick looked thoughtful. "You know," he said. "Perhaps it would be fun to work with someone you wouldn't normally. You might be more daring than with a friend you want to please." He smiled cheerfully as the class sighed. "Oh, come now," he said, waving his short arms. "I'll choose randomly." He Summoned the class list. "Let's have ... Lisa Turpin and Ernie Macmillan."
Harry frowned, eyeing Draco's hair again as Flitwick continued to call out names.
Draco glanced quickly at Harry to see his reaction to this plan and then was careful not to meet his eyes when Flitwick called out, "Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott."
Harry's mouth dropped open and he stared at Flitwick in disbelief. What were the chances? What were the chances? He began glaring again.
Draco felt the spike of anger and closed his eyes. "It's just a charm, Harry," he whispered.
Harry took a deep breath, glaring up at the ceiling before rubbing his forehead. God, or whoever the hell was up there, hated him. Okay, so that was going a bit far. But what were the chances? he thought again. "I know," he said to Draco, and then he heard Flitwick pair him with Lavender and almost groaned aloud.
Draco leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Harry's cheek before moving to where Theo stood. The man was grinning at him when he approached.
Harry huffed, trying to keep eyes on Draco as he remained close to Valen. Lavender came over to him, smiling widely.
"Oh, Harry, this is going to be so fun," she said. "Your hair would be so much better if it were shorter."
Harry frowned at her, but her smile did not falter.
"So, does Potter like it long like that?" Theo asked, cocking his head to consider how to cut Draco's hair.
"Yes," Draco answered, not sure how to deal with his old school friend. It made him nervous to be this close to Theo again.
Theo stepped even closer. "Better to pull, I suppose," he said, voice low.
"Are you going to do the charm or talk?" Draco asked.
Harry very much wished he could tell what Nott was saying. Lavender was babbling something, but Harry only nodded to her. "You can do whatever you want," he said, and then she suddenly grasped his shoulders and pushed him into a chair. He turned the chair to be able to watch Valen, but he could also see Draco. He didn't like Nott stepping closer to his husband. He wondered who the hell Nott thought he was. He'd tried to get Draco killed and now was coming on to him? He brought his hand up to rub at his forehead again but Lavender gripped the back of his hair and pulled.
"Don't move," she chastised. "You'll make me mess up."
He sighed, almost groaning again.
Theo grinned, laying a hand on Draco's chest and gently pushing him back into a chair. Surprised, Draco simply sat without protesting. Then Theo raised his wand and used the charm, cutting away blond strands.
Harry knew there had to be some sort of sneer on his face. He didn't like when Nott touched his husband's chest, or the way Nott was looking at his husband, or how close he had to be to his husband in order to do the charm. Harry was suddenly jerked from his thoughts when he felt something wet and cold run down his neck. He jumped and turned his head quickly to frown at Lavender.
Lavender whacked him on top of the head with her wand. "You'll make me mess up," she complained haughtily. "It's easier to cut when it's wet," she explained.
Theo's magic was nowhere near as powerful as Harry's, but it was a familiar reminder of past erotic moments and Draco shivered at the touch of it.
Harry rolled his eyes and then glued them on Draco and Nott again, unashamedly watching them. He only looked away when Valen babbled loudly and threw one of his rattles against the side of his playpen.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling the magic so close to him and his hair falling around him. He knew Nott was cutting it short and that Harry would probably want to regrow it.
Harry watched the pieces of Draco's hair fall, irritated with it. Draco looked good no matter what he did with his hair, but Harry did very much like it the perfect length it had been. He was startled when he felt Lavender's wand cutting very close on the sides of his head. "How short are you going, Lavender?" he asked, frowning again.
"Oh, you'll see it," she said dismissively, pretty much ignoring him.
Draco sat silent while Theo finished and then looked about at the blond hair littering the floor. "Cut a lot, did you?" he drawled.
"I liked it the way you used to wear it," Theo answered.
After Lavender had apparently finished cutting, she used her wand to squirt something else wet into Harry's hair. "What are you doing now?" he complained, noticing that Nott had cut Draco's hair very close to, if not exactly, like the way he'd worn it in school. He scowled, remembering what Draco had said about Nott always having fancied him.
"I'm putting the finishing touches on," said Lavender, working the wet into his scalp with her hands. Harry sighed and waited while she then began pulling at strands of his hair, working her way around to the front. It felt like she was making it stand straight up. "There," she said finally, pulling a mirror out of her purse to hand to Harry.
Harry took it and held it up. His eyes widened with what he saw. She had, indeed, cut the sides of his hair very short and the back short, too. She'd left the top a bit longer and had pulled it into pieces that went all over the place even worse than usual.
"Styled bed head," she told him, smiling.
"Right," said Harry, knowing he would certainly be standing in line for some regrowth.
Draco glanced over and frowned at what the girl had done to his husband's hair.
"Now you do me," Theo said with a smirk, and Draco recognised the line from an encounter years ago. He did his best to ignore the implication and stood up, waiting for Theo to sit down. Draco was annoyed and bored with this class. He did the minimum he could get away with on Theo's hair. He had mastered the charm but had no interest in grooming the other man.
Harry was pleased when Draco began doing Nott's hair instead of Nott doing his. He himself applied no style whatsoever to Lavender's hair when she sat down for him. He simply cut it from her mid-back to her shoulders, and had no idea what she was talking about when she told him to try and face frame it, so he just cut her some fringe and declared himself finished, feeling like an idiot with his own haircut.
She frowned at him when she looked in her mirror.
Harry shrugged and turned his head to Draco, pointing to his own hair and raising his eyebrows when Lavender wasn't looking at him.
Draco rolled his eyes at his husband to indicate he wasn't impressed with the hair style.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"It looks like everyone is just about finished," said Professor Flitwck from a corner in the classroom. “And it seems as though you've all done well once again." He made his way quickly around, marking a piece of parchment with his quill as he went. "Line up to have your hair re-grown and to get your mark," he said when he'd finished.
Lavender got quickly to her feet to stand in the queue and Harry suppressed the urge to tell her she didn't know anything about hair either, but he honestly didn't care that much. He picked up Valen and followed after her.
Theo stood up and moved close again. "You going to change it or leave it?" he asked Draco. The blond looked into those dark eyes and his heart sped up. Theo was more attractive now than he had been two years ago when they last ... played together.
"I will let my husband regrow it if he wants it long again," he answered quietly.
"He make all your decisions for you now, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "We make our choices together and I choose to please him," he answered.
Valen batted at Harry's head as if he could tell there was a difference, and he probably could. Harry nodded to him. "Yes, I know," he said, kissing the baby's hair. He looked over at Draco and Nott. He kept his anger at bay for his son's sake, but he was annoyed with their closeness again.
"And does he please you, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco smiled then. "Very much so," he answered and saw disappointment in the other man's eyes.
Ron came up behind Harry then. "What's up?" he asked, looking where Harry was.
Harry turned his head and saw that Ron was sporting hair that made him look like a cockatoo. Only his annoyance kept him from laughing. He shrugged and Ron raised both eyebrows.
Theo was holding a lock of Draco's hair, wrapping it around his fingers. "I can't imagine you satisfied with just one lover," he said, voice husky.
"You have no idea what he is like," Draco answered, smirking, "and you never will."
Harry clenched his teeth, watching Draco's face and the smiling and the smirking, and how fucking close Nott was. He took a very deep breath and Valen made a bit of a worried sound, if babies could make such a thing. "Hold him," Harry said to Ron, handing him the baby.
Ron took Valen, frowning at Nott and Draco. "Nott got a thing for him or something?" he asked quietly, standing close behind Harry.
Harry didn't even want to answer, lest he yell it.
"Don't blast him across the room here, Harry," Ron muttered, though it was halfhearted.
Draco felt the prickle of Harry's magic even across the room. He glanced toward his husband and frowned. Turning back to Theo, he shrugged and stepped back.
Theo had raised an eyebrow at Draco's last comment. "It's disappointing to see the Prince of Slytherin reduced to catering to Potter's whims," he drawled.
Harry was about two minutes from walking over to Nott, and he had no idea what he would do once he got there. He tried to calm himself and looked away, though his entire body positively itched when he did.
Hermione showed up next, looking hardly any different, and had apparently been watching from where she'd been standing. She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Just calm down," she told him in a quiet, pleasant tone. "It's nothing and you know it."
Draco frowned, Theo's comment rankling him in spite of his earlier statements. He held his chin a bit higher. "I choose where I am," he said haughtily, "and that is with my husband and child." He stepped back, nodding to Theo, and walked nonchalantly over to his family.
Ron took a step back from Harry and so did Hermione, both of them standing with each other as Draco approached. Ron still held Valen.
"So, what did he have to say?" Harry asked when Draco was standing next to him. His voice was snippy and he didn't quite meet Draco's eyes.
"Not much of interest," Draco answered, and reached for their child.
Ron handed Valen over and glanced at Harry with a worried sort of frown.
Harry crossed his arms. "I don't like him," he said seriously, tone still snippy. "I don't trust him, I don't like the way he was acting with you, and I don't appreciate ... any of it. I don't like him."
"We should talk back in our room," Draco said evenly.
Harry looked away and reached up to run a hand though his hair in annoyance, but growled when he felt the hardness on top of his head from whatever Lavender had done to him.
Draco waited while the others got their hair returned to normal. He didn't have his regrown. He shrunk Valen's playpen and then stood aside and played with the baby while he waited. He could feel Harry's anger all the way up to the tower. Once in the Gryffindor Common Room, he handed the baby to Hermione. "Will you watch him for a while?" he asked, glancing meaningfully at his angry husband.
"Of course," she said, nodding and glancing at Harry as well.
Draco kissed the baby on the head and turned on his heel, his back to his husband as he began to climb the stairs to the room. He knew Harry was going to start a fight and he wanted privacy for it.
Harry scowled at Draco's retreating back, hurriedly following after him. He didn't know what he'd done for Draco to act like that. He'd done absolutely nothing.
Chapter Title: Territorial
Words: 3413 Words
Professor Flitwick was standing on a chair behind his desk when Harry arrived with Draco and their friends after breakfast, Valen in tow as well. The tiny man gave a sort of squeaky yelp and disappeared when he jumped down. He hurried around the desk and rushed forward to wring their hands excitedly.
"So very glad to see you all again," he said, beaming. "Please take your seats. Please."
Harry chuckled as Flitwick scampered away to greet a couple of Ravenclaws that were entering. He chose the seat he had always taken in school, and Ron sat one seat down instead of right next to him, obviously leaving the chair open for Draco.
Draco set up the playpen next to the table. It was spelled to keep the little boy inside it, but to allow any adult to put the child in or take him out. He unhitched the baby carrier from his chest and deposited Valen in the pen with an assortment of toys. Then he took his seat beside his husband.
Harry thought it was so very odd to sit at his old desk, waiting for Flitwick to begin the lesson, while also listening to his son babble a few feet away. But he smiled at the baby, hoping he would behave.
Draco flushed when he looked up and found the entire room had been staring at Valen. He wasn't used to the attention having a baby at Hogwarts would get. It was almost a relief to see Theo was not looking at the baby, but at him with another of those appraising gazes.
Harry looked away from Valen and his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of Nott as well. He was giving Draco the Exact. Same. Look. Harry's eyes narrowed further and he glared. He didn't care if Theo thought it was rude or not. Harry thought it was rude, and that was enough for him.
Draco felt the shift in energy beside him and looked at his husband, a frown on his face.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco and raised his eyebrows at him as Professor Flitwick moved to stand in front of the class.
Draco huffed and got out his parchment and quill to take notes.
Harry rolled his eyes, but did it so that Draco couldn't see as he took out his things as well, forcing himself to listen as Flitwick began to speak.
The professor gave them a short speech of welcome, and then waved his wand. Instructions appeared on the blackboard. "Now take these down," he said. "And then put those quills away. Wands out. This will be a practical lesson, of course."
Harry quickly wrote down the instructions, which were for a Hair-Cutting Charm, and then stood, pulling his wand, even though he didn't know if he would really need it. He cast a Shield Charm on Valen's playpen to protect him from the magic, which earned him an approving smile from Flitwick.
Valen squeaked loudly, batting at the magical boundary.
"Now, as you can see," Professor Flitwick continued, resuming his place on the chair behind his desk, "we'll be doing Hair-Cutting Charms today. I have here," he waved his wand again to reveal quite a number of fake heads with lots of hair, "dummies for you to practise on, but toward the end of the lesson, I would like to see the Charm performed on a human partner."
There was nervous muttering about the room.
Flitwick let out a squeak of a laugh. "Not to worry," he said. "I can perform a Hair-Growing Charm. It's quite a bit more advanced than the removal of hair, but you'll all be as right as rain in the end."
Draco smirked at his husband, knowing that Harry had quite a fetish for his longer hair and that he wouldn't be pleased with the possibility of it drastically reduced.
Harry looked sideways at Draco and reached to gently pull on his blond locks. "Who's going to be the partner that cuts your hair then?" he asked as he eyed the strands.
Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry with a smirk. Harry knew how much magic done on him turned him on.
Harry snorted quietly, running his hand through his husband's hair and then walking up to the front of the class to retrieve heads for himself and Draco.
"Extra points for those of you who actually manage to make it look like a real haircut!" Flitwick squeaked over the commotion of everyone else coming to get their heads as well.
Draco reached in and petted his child’s head while his husband got the dummies for them. He watched the other students. The class was made up of all those who had lived through the final battle with the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.
Harry set the heads on the desk and took his seat again. Then he looked up to watch Professor Flitwick demonstrate the wand movement explained in their brief notes. It was a sort of quick, short, straight-across movement with the wand tip. Harry cut a piece of hair off the dummy with his wand tip, and then experimentally used his finger, not terribly surprised when it worked just as well.
Draco's cut was more precise, but, of course, he couldn't do it without a wand.
Harry shrugged and got to work, not knowing what he could possibly do with the hair in front of him, so he simply settled with cutting it sort of short with fringe, aiming for the way his own hair was.
When Harry looked over to compare his own work to others', he was amused to see that Ron had ended up with a lopsided Mohawk, which he had charmed to stand up. Hermione had a neat shoulder-length cut with not a hair out of place. Dean had done pretty much what Harry had, only a bit shorter. Neville's was a bowl-cut-looking thing and Harry was secretly very glad he was not Neville's partner. Lavender and Parvati hardly cut anything at all, both of them focusing more on styling while Hermione threw them disapproving glances.
Draco did a simple cut not too different from how he used to wear his own hair. He didn't ever intend to do his own hair and found the charm a bit boring.
Professor Flitwick roamed around the room as they worked, giving tips to some and praise to others. He eyed both Neville's and Ron's dummies with an alarmed look. "Well, boys," he quipped, "good effort, but I don't think either of you will ever be entering into the hair-cutting business."
Ron laughed and shrugged as Hermione shook her head at him.
The professor praised her and Draco and then watched with interest as Harry cut the hair with his hands rather than his wand.
Soon, he stood at the front of the class again. "You've all done very well, I'm pleased to say. Some better than others, but I can tell that you've all worked very hard to be prepared for your examinations."
Draco smirked at that. They had worked hard to defeat Voldemort. Studying for N.E.W.T.s had been play compared to that.
"Now comes the time for you to work on your partner," said Flitwick. And everyone in the room moved closer to their chosen friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, and in Harry and Draco's case, husbands. Flitwick looked thoughtful. "You know," he said. "Perhaps it would be fun to work with someone you wouldn't normally. You might be more daring than with a friend you want to please." He smiled cheerfully as the class sighed. "Oh, come now," he said, waving his short arms. "I'll choose randomly." He Summoned the class list. "Let's have ... Lisa Turpin and Ernie Macmillan."
Harry frowned, eyeing Draco's hair again as Flitwick continued to call out names.
Draco glanced quickly at Harry to see his reaction to this plan and then was careful not to meet his eyes when Flitwick called out, "Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott."
Harry's mouth dropped open and he stared at Flitwick in disbelief. What were the chances? What were the chances? He began glaring again.
Draco felt the spike of anger and closed his eyes. "It's just a charm, Harry," he whispered.
Harry took a deep breath, glaring up at the ceiling before rubbing his forehead. God, or whoever the hell was up there, hated him. Okay, so that was going a bit far. But what were the chances? he thought again. "I know," he said to Draco, and then he heard Flitwick pair him with Lavender and almost groaned aloud.
Draco leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Harry's cheek before moving to where Theo stood. The man was grinning at him when he approached.
Harry huffed, trying to keep eyes on Draco as he remained close to Valen. Lavender came over to him, smiling widely.
"Oh, Harry, this is going to be so fun," she said. "Your hair would be so much better if it were shorter."
Harry frowned at her, but her smile did not falter.
"So, does Potter like it long like that?" Theo asked, cocking his head to consider how to cut Draco's hair.
"Yes," Draco answered, not sure how to deal with his old school friend. It made him nervous to be this close to Theo again.
Theo stepped even closer. "Better to pull, I suppose," he said, voice low.
"Are you going to do the charm or talk?" Draco asked.
Harry very much wished he could tell what Nott was saying. Lavender was babbling something, but Harry only nodded to her. "You can do whatever you want," he said, and then she suddenly grasped his shoulders and pushed him into a chair. He turned the chair to be able to watch Valen, but he could also see Draco. He didn't like Nott stepping closer to his husband. He wondered who the hell Nott thought he was. He'd tried to get Draco killed and now was coming on to him? He brought his hand up to rub at his forehead again but Lavender gripped the back of his hair and pulled.
"Don't move," she chastised. "You'll make me mess up."
He sighed, almost groaning again.
Theo grinned, laying a hand on Draco's chest and gently pushing him back into a chair. Surprised, Draco simply sat without protesting. Then Theo raised his wand and used the charm, cutting away blond strands.
Harry knew there had to be some sort of sneer on his face. He didn't like when Nott touched his husband's chest, or the way Nott was looking at his husband, or how close he had to be to his husband in order to do the charm. Harry was suddenly jerked from his thoughts when he felt something wet and cold run down his neck. He jumped and turned his head quickly to frown at Lavender.
Lavender whacked him on top of the head with her wand. "You'll make me mess up," she complained haughtily. "It's easier to cut when it's wet," she explained.
Theo's magic was nowhere near as powerful as Harry's, but it was a familiar reminder of past erotic moments and Draco shivered at the touch of it.
Harry rolled his eyes and then glued them on Draco and Nott again, unashamedly watching them. He only looked away when Valen babbled loudly and threw one of his rattles against the side of his playpen.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling the magic so close to him and his hair falling around him. He knew Nott was cutting it short and that Harry would probably want to regrow it.
Harry watched the pieces of Draco's hair fall, irritated with it. Draco looked good no matter what he did with his hair, but Harry did very much like it the perfect length it had been. He was startled when he felt Lavender's wand cutting very close on the sides of his head. "How short are you going, Lavender?" he asked, frowning again.
"Oh, you'll see it," she said dismissively, pretty much ignoring him.
Draco sat silent while Theo finished and then looked about at the blond hair littering the floor. "Cut a lot, did you?" he drawled.
"I liked it the way you used to wear it," Theo answered.
After Lavender had apparently finished cutting, she used her wand to squirt something else wet into Harry's hair. "What are you doing now?" he complained, noticing that Nott had cut Draco's hair very close to, if not exactly, like the way he'd worn it in school. He scowled, remembering what Draco had said about Nott always having fancied him.
"I'm putting the finishing touches on," said Lavender, working the wet into his scalp with her hands. Harry sighed and waited while she then began pulling at strands of his hair, working her way around to the front. It felt like she was making it stand straight up. "There," she said finally, pulling a mirror out of her purse to hand to Harry.
Harry took it and held it up. His eyes widened with what he saw. She had, indeed, cut the sides of his hair very short and the back short, too. She'd left the top a bit longer and had pulled it into pieces that went all over the place even worse than usual.
"Styled bed head," she told him, smiling.
"Right," said Harry, knowing he would certainly be standing in line for some regrowth.
Draco glanced over and frowned at what the girl had done to his husband's hair.
"Now you do me," Theo said with a smirk, and Draco recognised the line from an encounter years ago. He did his best to ignore the implication and stood up, waiting for Theo to sit down. Draco was annoyed and bored with this class. He did the minimum he could get away with on Theo's hair. He had mastered the charm but had no interest in grooming the other man.
Harry was pleased when Draco began doing Nott's hair instead of Nott doing his. He himself applied no style whatsoever to Lavender's hair when she sat down for him. He simply cut it from her mid-back to her shoulders, and had no idea what she was talking about when she told him to try and face frame it, so he just cut her some fringe and declared himself finished, feeling like an idiot with his own haircut.
She frowned at him when she looked in her mirror.
Harry shrugged and turned his head to Draco, pointing to his own hair and raising his eyebrows when Lavender wasn't looking at him.
Draco rolled his eyes at his husband to indicate he wasn't impressed with the hair style.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"It looks like everyone is just about finished," said Professor Flitwck from a corner in the classroom. “And it seems as though you've all done well once again." He made his way quickly around, marking a piece of parchment with his quill as he went. "Line up to have your hair re-grown and to get your mark," he said when he'd finished.
Lavender got quickly to her feet to stand in the queue and Harry suppressed the urge to tell her she didn't know anything about hair either, but he honestly didn't care that much. He picked up Valen and followed after her.
Theo stood up and moved close again. "You going to change it or leave it?" he asked Draco. The blond looked into those dark eyes and his heart sped up. Theo was more attractive now than he had been two years ago when they last ... played together.
"I will let my husband regrow it if he wants it long again," he answered quietly.
"He make all your decisions for you now, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "We make our choices together and I choose to please him," he answered.
Valen batted at Harry's head as if he could tell there was a difference, and he probably could. Harry nodded to him. "Yes, I know," he said, kissing the baby's hair. He looked over at Draco and Nott. He kept his anger at bay for his son's sake, but he was annoyed with their closeness again.
"And does he please you, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco smiled then. "Very much so," he answered and saw disappointment in the other man's eyes.
Ron came up behind Harry then. "What's up?" he asked, looking where Harry was.
Harry turned his head and saw that Ron was sporting hair that made him look like a cockatoo. Only his annoyance kept him from laughing. He shrugged and Ron raised both eyebrows.
Theo was holding a lock of Draco's hair, wrapping it around his fingers. "I can't imagine you satisfied with just one lover," he said, voice husky.
"You have no idea what he is like," Draco answered, smirking, "and you never will."
Harry clenched his teeth, watching Draco's face and the smiling and the smirking, and how fucking close Nott was. He took a very deep breath and Valen made a bit of a worried sound, if babies could make such a thing. "Hold him," Harry said to Ron, handing him the baby.
Ron took Valen, frowning at Nott and Draco. "Nott got a thing for him or something?" he asked quietly, standing close behind Harry.
Harry didn't even want to answer, lest he yell it.
"Don't blast him across the room here, Harry," Ron muttered, though it was halfhearted.
Draco felt the prickle of Harry's magic even across the room. He glanced toward his husband and frowned. Turning back to Theo, he shrugged and stepped back.
Theo had raised an eyebrow at Draco's last comment. "It's disappointing to see the Prince of Slytherin reduced to catering to Potter's whims," he drawled.
Harry was about two minutes from walking over to Nott, and he had no idea what he would do once he got there. He tried to calm himself and looked away, though his entire body positively itched when he did.
Hermione showed up next, looking hardly any different, and had apparently been watching from where she'd been standing. She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Just calm down," she told him in a quiet, pleasant tone. "It's nothing and you know it."
Draco frowned, Theo's comment rankling him in spite of his earlier statements. He held his chin a bit higher. "I choose where I am," he said haughtily, "and that is with my husband and child." He stepped back, nodding to Theo, and walked nonchalantly over to his family.
Ron took a step back from Harry and so did Hermione, both of them standing with each other as Draco approached. Ron still held Valen.
"So, what did he have to say?" Harry asked when Draco was standing next to him. His voice was snippy and he didn't quite meet Draco's eyes.
"Not much of interest," Draco answered, and reached for their child.
Ron handed Valen over and glanced at Harry with a worried sort of frown.
Harry crossed his arms. "I don't like him," he said seriously, tone still snippy. "I don't trust him, I don't like the way he was acting with you, and I don't appreciate ... any of it. I don't like him."
"We should talk back in our room," Draco said evenly.
Harry looked away and reached up to run a hand though his hair in annoyance, but growled when he felt the hardness on top of his head from whatever Lavender had done to him.
Draco waited while the others got their hair returned to normal. He didn't have his regrown. He shrunk Valen's playpen and then stood aside and played with the baby while he waited. He could feel Harry's anger all the way up to the tower. Once in the Gryffindor Common Room, he handed the baby to Hermione. "Will you watch him for a while?" he asked, glancing meaningfully at his angry husband.
"Of course," she said, nodding and glancing at Harry as well.
Draco kissed the baby on the head and turned on his heel, his back to his husband as he began to climb the stairs to the room. He knew Harry was going to start a fight and he wanted privacy for it.
Harry scowled at Draco's retreating back, hurriedly following after him. He didn't know what he'd done for Draco to act like that. He'd done absolutely nothing.