Loving You

Chp.7 - Tolerance

Loving You Chp7

~J.K. Rowling owns all these characters...though I wouldn't mind owning Draco Malfoy!~

Chapter 7; Tolerance

Draco's POV

I grabbed the weasel's collar and shoved him up against the door frame, I had my wand at his throat. He was struggling to breath, good. "You, YOU! This is all your fault! He has her and it's all your fault", I spat angrily in his face. He said nothing, just looked at me like a frightened little boy that he really was. "I have a right mind to kill you right here!", I was absolutely livid! I threw him to the ground with such force that he groaned in pain from such a landing. I lifted my wand to attack his vulnerable body lying before me, completely at my mercy. That's when I saw Hermione in my head. She'd hate me if I did anything to this weasel,"fuck it. Your not even worth it", I said letting my wand down and turned to Harry who was watching the whole thing but in another world of his own.

"Did you get anything Draco?" Harry looked up at me his eyes begging me for information to where they might have Hermione. "I think so. A contract and finance book I found in a well secured desk", I said holding up my hand to show my burn mark. He nodded then looked at down at Ron.

"Can you give us a minuet Draco?" Harry asked politely I reluctantly agreed. "Meet me back at Malfoy Manor", I told him before I apperated home.

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Harry's POV

"You do realise this is your fault Ron", I looked at him as Draco disappeared.

"Yeah", he looked up at me shocked. He looked like he had just been hit with a hard dose of reality, which is just what he needed. He looked up a me frightened to death. I bent down giving him my hand to help him up. He took it, a blush appearing on his face. "Thanks", he mumbled.

"Do you know where he could be?" I came straight out with the burning question, all I thought was the sooner we start looking the sooner we found Hermione. I didn't care about catching Carrow, I just wanted Hermione back. She was like my sister, I love her like a sister. Thinking of love, Draco's reaction was a bit much. Maybe something is going on between him and Hermione. The most unlikely couple ever! Maybe it was all in my head.

"Not sure where, unless he's under your watch then we never know of his exact location. Oh, I did hear something about the Forest of Dean", Ron looked at me seeking forgivness. Thruth is I didn't know whether to thrust my best friend anymore.

"Why Ron?", I looked at him wanting to know why it had to go this far befor he realised what he was doing. "I got on the team around the same time Carrow started getting involved. We weren't told who or what he was in the beginning. We were just given money, sent on holidays, given parties. I lapped the whole thing up. Then when the seriousness of the situation became apparent and we knew it was Carrow we were all given firm instructions, well threats would be a better word. He told us that they would kill each of our loved ones for every mistake we made. Senén, one of our best chasers, his mother was killed when he handed some information over to the Ministry. That's when we knew he was deadly serious. I was planning on telling you or someone in the Order, but I couldn't risk it. I thought by becoming a person you wouldn't want to associate with and by distancing myself from you all I was protecting you. He was watching me especially because we defeated Voldemort. I didn't know what to do Harry! You have to believe me?" he looked at me, tears welling up in his eyes. So much pain and sincerity was spread across his face I had to believe him. "Yes Ron I do." I put my hand on his shoulder and apperated us to Malfoy Manor.

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The Manor was positively massive. I walked fast almost running up to the door, Ron falling into to step easily. I didn't even knock when the two tall doors began to creak open. "Potter, up here!" I heard Draco's voice call from upstairs somewhere. We rushed up the stairs till we saw Draco's room. We entered the vast bedroom, Draco was sitting at a desk reading the record book he had found. "We haven't much-" he began to say but looked up at Ron, "What is he doing here?" he hissed viciously at Ron.