Name: Promises.

Rating: PG (one curse word.)

Summary: Draco gets a letter from Lucius telling him to meet him in the Potions room. He want to talk to his son, but his meaning of 'talk' is different then the real meaning.

Genra: Angst

Secondary Genra: Drama.

Kid: Eh. Another HP fic. I don't have anything to say about this, except that I don't own any of the charas but I own the plot.

Updates: There is Only One is currently on it's third chapter and going twenty mph. I'm lost with this story. Disappearence is finished, and the sequel is just... Well, in the making.

On with the story.

Draco Malfoy strides down the halls of Hogwarts, his robes billowing out behind him, a scowl shown clearly on his face. Many people bumped into each other, trying to get out of the sixth year Slytherin's way in fear of immediantly being hexed or cursed. Many people, meaning not all, as one lone person ran to catch up with him: Harry Potter. Said boy was currently trying to match his stride exactly with Draco's. He looks at the other's face, knowing what was wrong, but not being able to help, though he wished he could.

Lucius Malfoy had sent Draco a letter saying he'd be waiting for him in Snape's office not long from now, which if that wasn't enough to get Draco pissed off, then there was nothing. Right now though, he wasn't even sure if his boyfriend, Harry, could calm him down.

"Draco." Harry whispers, making said boy slow his pace. So maybe he was wrong. Even a single word from him could calm him down immensely. Enough to even cause Draco to stop and look at him, brushing a few stray hairs out of his eyes, trying to get a better glance at them. Draco bends down to kiss him, not wanting to face the man on the other side of the door that they both stood in front of. Harry returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco's slinder waist before the other pulls away and opens the door, leaving Harry on the other side.

The Slytherin looks around for his father, but, instead of being greeted by his father, the only one other than himself in the room was Severus Snape, his potions Professor, and Head of House. Severus looked distracted, sitting on a desk, wringing his hands almost nervously, but his eyes showing nothing of the sort. Draco walks to stand in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed. What could make Severus Snape this nervous. Severus' frown deepens as Draco clears his throat loudly.

"Oh, Draco. You're here. Good. Take a seat." Draco does as he's told, but never takes his eyes off of Severus. "What's this all about? Where's my father?" Draco asks. "He'll be here shortly Draco."

Harry had to run to get to his next class, Defence Against the Dark Arts, on time. He takes his usual seat, and looks beside him at the empty chair. Draco's body usually filled that seat, and Harry sighs, knowing that it'd be a while before his boyfriend came in, smirk in place, and sat down, telling Harry what had happened.

Harry turns his attention from the empty space beside him as much as he could as the Professor starts the lessons. He had just got the instructions on the board when the door opened, revealing an all too familar Malfoy, but not the one who Harry wanted to see right now. Lucius Malfoy looks around the classroom then, strolling to Harry's side, looks at the Professor. "May I borrow Mr. Potter for just a second?" The Professor nods reluctantly and continues giving instructions for the class. Lucius grabs Harry's upper arm, virtually dragging him out of the classroom. He doesn't loosen his grip until they stop infront of the same door that Harry and Draco just at.

Putting his ear to the door, Lucius whips out his wand and he, at first doesn't point it anywhere near Harry, but eventually, it's tip finds it's way to Harry's nose. "Petrificus Totalus." Whispers Lucius, watching as Harry falls to the floor. "Heheh. Thought I didn't know that you were Draco's.... Companion, did you? Well, we thought wrong." He says, still listening to the silence on the other side.

Draco paced around the room. Where could Lucius be at? He was supposed to be here fifteen minuets ago! What could make him make his own son wait?! What could possibly be that important?

Suddenly, making Draco whip his head around, Severus clears his throat. "Draco, I have a very important question for you." Draco raises an eyebrow and turns around. "What is it?" He says cautiously. "As you know," Severus starts out, looking Draco in the eye, and as if a rock had hit him, Draco understood. "So that's what this is about. My father wants you to convince me to join him and Voldermort, right?" Severus nods. The other Slytherin laughs, leaning against the wall. "My answer is no. I won't do it." He states simply. Severus suddenly grows worried. "Draco please. Reconsider. You'll regret it if you don't." He says. Draco looks at the Professor. "What? Are you now joining him again? No. I won't do it. I've not lived under my father just to get out and immediantly go under someone else. I'm sick of it."

"Perfect." The door suddenly shakes as a green blast radiates from the other side of the door and a clear "Avada Kedavra!" rushes into Draco's ears. He opens door just in time to see the blast hit Harry.

Draco freezes, his mind going into overload. This is what Severus meant by he'd regret it. This is why he tried to get him to join Voldermort. He knew that Lucius would be behind the door ready to kill Harry if he refused, not even letting him know what the punishment would be if he refused.

And this is what it felt like to truely feel alone. To watch as the years you thought you had planned shatter to dust and be blown away by your own father. This was the type of pain that Draco had thought he'd had for the fifteen years he'd been without Harry, but that was nothing like this. This was like a dull knife cutting out his organs and making him watch.

Lucius watches as his son's face contorts to find an emotion that fit what he felt inside, but nothing seemed to want to stay for very long. Until it finally fell silent as tears slowly made their way down his cheeks. He smirks in half victory as Draco sinks to his knees, cradling Harry's lifeless body to his own.

Severus sends a glare in Lucius' direction before placing a hand on Draco's trembling shoulder then turns to reenter his classroom.

"No.. No. Harry. You can't leave me." Draco whispers to deaf ears. Lucius' smirk widens as he speaks. "You know Draco, I not only have the power to kill him, but I have the power that could bring him back. It's a simple task. All you'd have to do is join us with Lord Voldermort." Draco looks at his 'father' disbelievingly. Bring Harry back? Was it true, did he hear Lucius right? Draco shakes his head, telling himself that he must have heard wrong. "You didn't hear me wrong. I will bring him back." Draco's eyes clamp shut. "I don't believe you. I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Draco's breaths come in short and shallow. "You're just trying to lure me into serving Voldemort! Nothing else." Lucius looks at his son in false hurt. "Draco, I'd never do that. Can't you trust me? Just this once? Besides, isn't Harry's life worth it to you?" Draco's eyes shoot open. His father had just his a sensitive cord, and he knew it. Yes, Harry was worth living under Voldermort. Harry was worth whatever he- Lucius- or the Dark Lord could throw at Draco. Lucius knew he'd won.

But he hadn't. "You don't have that type of power. You would have brought back plenty of other people back if you could." Lucius' agnostic smirk doesn't leave his face as he answers. "Maybe they're were a few people I -should- have brought back, but I save this for something much better." He nods toward Harry. "And I do believe this is a perfect time. Wouldn't you say?" Lucius sneers at his son's disbelieving expression. "I'm only doing this for your benifit, Draco. You know I only have you best interest in mind when it's something this important." Draco laughs, almost doubling over. "You've never had my interest in mind!! It's always about you. What you can do to help yourself, to get what you want, you you you. Dammit, my mother cried everytime you went to serve 'Lord Voldemort'. You never once stopped to think about what it was doing to your family!" Draco leans back down to Harry, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo Kiss. All the tears the boy had was now on Harry's cheeks and Draco wipes the rest of his tears away.

"But, dispite all of this," Draco says, looking up at his father with icy daggers, "I will join. But only if you successfully bring Harry back." Lucius smiles at his son, famous "Malfoy" smirk in place and never faultering as he points his wand at Harry, muttering something inaudible to Draco and now unmeaningful for Harry had already began to stir in Draco's arms. Draco smiles, holding his newly revived boyfriend close to his heart. Harry embraces Draco with just as much force for only a second as Draco is ripped from his grasp. Harry jumps up. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Lucius laughs, making both teens shiver. "We made a deal, young Harry. For your life, Lord Voldemort get's Draco's servitude." Draco looks down as Harry eyes him, searching for the answer to his unvoiced question. "Why?" "Leave him be! Let him stay here!" Lucius looks at Harry in a sadistic amused way, saying "I said I'd bring you back. Never that I'd let the two of you stay together. See? I always get what I want." Lucius pulls on his son's arm, away from Harry's frozen form.

At the door, the one door that had started and ended Harry's life, Draco mouths 'I'm sorry.' as he's dragged out and to the hole that Harry currently wished that Lucius and Voldemort would die in.

And that was exactly what Harry was planning on making come true. No one took his boyfriend and got away unscathed. No one.

Kid: I know this sucks, but right now, I had/have no enthusiasm for writing this. I just wanted to write another Harry Potter fic and it ended up being this way. I had no plan for this until a few paragraphs into the page. This is also the first time I've tried the HP/DM pairing. I love that pairing, but I'd never experimented with it, and this is the first attempt. Tell me what you think. Should I delete it, keep it? What, and if you have any ideas, I'll gladly accept them.

Fuyu: Way to go Kid. You're getting almost as good as Fushigi.

Kid: Grabs katana and proceeds to chase Fuyu around the room Say it again. I dare you!

Fuyu: HELP!!! Running away from Kid.

Owaru/End.