Summary: Harry Potter took the one thing Draco Malfoy asked him not to.
Now, Draco's taking it back.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why would I write fanfiction?
A/N: Thank you so much people for reviewing and I really enjoy writing for you. It brings me joy to know that people are enjoying the story. There will be a Hermione POV chapter and it's coming up soon. As for the whole massage scenario, Hermione's good with her hands I guess...
Chapter 8: I Promise
"Are you ready?" asked Ron.
"Yes." said Harry. He gave Ron a handshake and looked at Remus. "I'm off."
"Tell Hermione we can't wait to see her." Remus said.
Harry sighed shakily. "I will." Harry pulled out his wand and stared at it.
"Now or never," said Ron.
"Now or never," replied Harry. And the words "Malfoy Manor" were not heard as the loud crack sounded when he disapparated.
Harry landed on a vast front porch with white marble columns on either side of him. He stood facing two large doors with a dragon and a snake facing each other. Both, Harry noticed, were carved very elegantly.
"Alohamora," he whispered. He heard no click and when he tried to turn the door knob it held firm. "Fine," muttered Harry. "Inside Malfoy Manor!" he cried, but all he felt was a jolt and when he looked around he was still on the front porch.
"Ho, ho Malfoy." Laughed Harry hollowly. On the right side of the doors, three shimmering words appeared. "Ring The Bell." Muttering to himself, Harry pushed the doorbell, and although he heard nothing from the outside, he was sure the tone was just as elegant as the house.
The doors swung open to reveal a smug looking Draco Malfoy drinking champagne. The setting sun behind Harry threw an eerie pink-orange glow on Draco making him look almost demonic in his chair.
"Good evening Potter."
***7th YEAR***
"I told you to stay away from her."
"Yes, but it's rather difficult to do that, seeing as how we have classes and duties together. We also share a common room," said Draco, his tone taunting.
"And where does trying to kiss her every chance you get come in eh?" asked Harry.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," replied Draco smugly.
"I think you do."
"You know what Potter, you have got some nerve. You've beaten me everything else in life and the one thing I ask your mercy for, you take and rub in my face."
"That's just it. Hermione's not a 'thing'," said Harry smiling wryly. "You only want her because this is some part of your 'life's not fair because Potter makes it that way' complaint."
"That isn't true," said Draco angrily. Again his voice was quiet and smooth but his face and tone betrayed these facts.
"Yes it is," said Harry. "And I'm warning you, stay away from her or you'll have me to answer to."
"Is that a threat?" asked Draco. He looked disturbingly malicious.
"It's a promise."
***PRESENT***
"What's good about it Malfoy?"
"Love is in the air. The three basic parts of a love story are present. The damsel, the hero, the villain. It's classic really."
Harry quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't curse you to oblivion."
Draco's tone instantly became more business like. "She's not been harmed." Said Draco. Harry just glared at him. "Go on, look for yourself. Up the stairs make a right, third room on the left." Said Draco. "Look here's my wand." Said Draco tossing it to him. "She's been in her room all day. No harm done honest."
The last statement hadn't been heard by Harry because he sprinted up the steps to Hermione's room. He was focused, so intent on seeing her that he also didn't notice the wand that Draco had given him was Hermione's. He wrenched open the door and saw Hermione sitting on a bed.
A/N: twent-five reviews and the next chapter is up! Come on guys lemme know how ya feel!
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why would I write fanfiction?
A/N: Thank you so much people for reviewing and I really enjoy writing for you. It brings me joy to know that people are enjoying the story. There will be a Hermione POV chapter and it's coming up soon. As for the whole massage scenario, Hermione's good with her hands I guess...
Chapter 8: I Promise
"Are you ready?" asked Ron.
"Yes." said Harry. He gave Ron a handshake and looked at Remus. "I'm off."
"Tell Hermione we can't wait to see her." Remus said.
Harry sighed shakily. "I will." Harry pulled out his wand and stared at it.
"Now or never," said Ron.
"Now or never," replied Harry. And the words "Malfoy Manor" were not heard as the loud crack sounded when he disapparated.
Harry landed on a vast front porch with white marble columns on either side of him. He stood facing two large doors with a dragon and a snake facing each other. Both, Harry noticed, were carved very elegantly.
"Alohamora," he whispered. He heard no click and when he tried to turn the door knob it held firm. "Fine," muttered Harry. "Inside Malfoy Manor!" he cried, but all he felt was a jolt and when he looked around he was still on the front porch.
"Ho, ho Malfoy." Laughed Harry hollowly. On the right side of the doors, three shimmering words appeared. "Ring The Bell." Muttering to himself, Harry pushed the doorbell, and although he heard nothing from the outside, he was sure the tone was just as elegant as the house.
The doors swung open to reveal a smug looking Draco Malfoy drinking champagne. The setting sun behind Harry threw an eerie pink-orange glow on Draco making him look almost demonic in his chair.
"Good evening Potter."
***7th YEAR***
"I told you to stay away from her."
"Yes, but it's rather difficult to do that, seeing as how we have classes and duties together. We also share a common room," said Draco, his tone taunting.
"And where does trying to kiss her every chance you get come in eh?" asked Harry.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," replied Draco smugly.
"I think you do."
"You know what Potter, you have got some nerve. You've beaten me everything else in life and the one thing I ask your mercy for, you take and rub in my face."
"That's just it. Hermione's not a 'thing'," said Harry smiling wryly. "You only want her because this is some part of your 'life's not fair because Potter makes it that way' complaint."
"That isn't true," said Draco angrily. Again his voice was quiet and smooth but his face and tone betrayed these facts.
"Yes it is," said Harry. "And I'm warning you, stay away from her or you'll have me to answer to."
"Is that a threat?" asked Draco. He looked disturbingly malicious.
"It's a promise."
***PRESENT***
"What's good about it Malfoy?"
"Love is in the air. The three basic parts of a love story are present. The damsel, the hero, the villain. It's classic really."
Harry quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't curse you to oblivion."
Draco's tone instantly became more business like. "She's not been harmed." Said Draco. Harry just glared at him. "Go on, look for yourself. Up the stairs make a right, third room on the left." Said Draco. "Look here's my wand." Said Draco tossing it to him. "She's been in her room all day. No harm done honest."
The last statement hadn't been heard by Harry because he sprinted up the steps to Hermione's room. He was focused, so intent on seeing her that he also didn't notice the wand that Draco had given him was Hermione's. He wrenched open the door and saw Hermione sitting on a bed.
A/N: twent-five reviews and the next chapter is up! Come on guys lemme know how ya feel!
