Kidnapping Surprise

A/N: Yo! I've got 65 hits for this fic, but no reviews, please Review, it helps for me to be able to know who you are, or what you think of my story. Oh well, this is where all the mystery begins! Still H/D and possibly more - - . Oh well on with the story, this chapter may be longer!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hands Off by Kasane Katsumoto nor do I own Harry Potter by J.K Rowling.

Last time:

"Parvati was kidnapped!"

Harry had found out this morning that Parvati was kidnapped, and Padma wasn't at school. "Poor Padma, her sister's gone," he said standing by his locker. Ron was standing next to him l0ooking just as down.

"Yeah, well, I don't think we can do anything about it…" Ron started when he saw Draco walk in, his normal moody way. Harry glared at Draco when he just walked by unfazed by the new.

"Aren't you worried Malfoy?" he asked wondered what was going on in the gelled blonde's head.

"Why should I worry, it's none of my business anyways," Draco replied coldly, silver eyes focused on the locker combination.

"What! How could you say that? She was at least your classmate right?" Harry spat before being interrupted by the police for questions. "Huh…I'm sorry, all I know is that there was this guy asking for her yesterday, I was running late so I didn't pay attention to his features," Harry said to the inquiring officer.

"She is a classmate I barely even know, or care about," Draco replied once again before heading to the student parking lot.

"Jerk!" Harry mumbled crossing his arms in a aggravated way. Ron smiled amused, "Don't worry, he's always like that to people," the red head implied running a hand through his red locks.

Draco continued to ride his old Honda motorcycle through the streets, grimacing. 'Why is this bothering me so much? I have to stay away from him, ever since he cursed me,' he thought angrily. He then was reminded of when they were mere children. He was bout 5 years old then/

"Harry, come on, lets go home," little Draco said walking up to his black haired best friend.

"Okay Dray!" Harry answered smiling and holding his hand. That's when the jolt was felt up Draco's arm and he saw the old woman who was hung. 'So the old witch finally hung herself,' a man said. 'Yeah' another answered,'I had to take her down, she was beaten up,' he added.

Draco swallowed hard as he continued to ride, reminded of the smile, and then when they held hands, the power was given to him… He swirved down a street and stopped infront of a house. That's when he saw the past again

'It was a girl, was that Parvati? Oh well, she was walking down the street in a coat and a short skirt.'

Draco blinked again and then drove off again, towards the school. In a few minutes he stopped right where Harry was walking. "Get on," he ordered grabbing the smaller boy's wrist and pulling the boy on.

"What the bloody hell!" Harry said in surprise, glared, but still held on as Draco sped off. Ron was following closely behind on his Harley Davidson motorcycle.

They reached the same house that Draco had visited before. "Here's your girlfriend's house…" Draco said getting off the motorcycle.

Harry stumbled off then growled "She's not my girlfriend," before walking to the front door and knocking. Ron got off his own motorcycle and walked over to the pair of boys standing at the door.

"Hello, oh hi," Padma said letting the group in. "Why are you here?" she asked rubbing her eyes.

"We're here to help!" Harry replied brightly with a smile. Draco snorted and then walked down the hallway.

"Do you mind if we check the rooms?" he asked Padma standing infront of the bedroom door.

"No…"she answered Draco slowly walked into the room, and his eyes closed as he viewed the past.

"Pool…no I've never heard of that club, now leave me alone," a girl said into the cordless phone. That had to be Parvati. Then there was Padma reaching through Parvati's closet.

A/N: Sorry I cut it short, the ending to this mystery will come next chapter, I can't wait till the fourth book of Hands off comes out! Please Review, I want some reviews and some constructive critisism. I apologize that this chapter is extremely short.