"Please," he said, his voice bearing traits of a laugh, as he let his hand fall from his hair. "Can I just go see it in the mirror first? I think the nurses thought the worst of the situation, and wanted me to stay in bead until you could judge whether or not I'm in any danger of injuring myself any further." There was a constant sign of laughter lingering in the corner of his mouth as Harry spoke, and it was obvious that he himself found the situation hysterical. Harry didn't consider himself to be that attached to his hair - that was partially why it had been such an easy decision to "chop it off" last night, and a good fourth of it had already been cut when they had cleaned his wound - but this was the first time he could remember his hair being short enough to show the scarring on his scalp.<br/>"How bad it the scar then?" Harry's hands were lingering on the bed next to him, ready to leave it as soon as Draco allowed him to; but for now he looked at the other for answers, and he raised his eyebrows with another smile. "Is it so big that I could actually pass as being White?"