You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 2

Third Person POV

Harry woke up to the sight of two men this time, the first one was obviously Draco but the other one had black hair and was slightly shorter than him. He realized that they were both wearing suits as well. Harry sat up and yawned his hair a mess from sleeping a little rough, since he was sleeping on a couch.

"Ah. This is Potter." Draco said, forcing a smile, seeming a bit annoyed.

Harry waved at the man confused.

"Potter this.. Is the owner of the hotel." he said with a bit of guilt.

Wait what but Draco said he didn't even know the guy. "I thought you said you didn't know the guy."

"Yeah well I lied." A smirk forming onto his lips.

Harry grabbed his glasses from the little table next to the couch and got up walking towards the men, looking like he just got run over by a bus. Harry got introduced to the manager and told him about the problem they were having.

"Ah yes," the manager said in a french accent, "my wife usually works with the requests and never makes mistakes, which she didn't do."

"Ok then why was there a mistake made now?" Harry asked, confused since she 'doesn't make mistakes'.

"My girlfriend tried working with requests and it seems that both of you reserved this room for about a week. " He said, clearing up the situation.

"The entire hotel is booked so there isn't much we can do other than you gentlemen can share it." He looked at both of them sympathetically.

Before Harry got a chance to speak, the manager spoke again.

"Oh look at the time i've got a meeting in a bit, Au revoir." He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him leaving Harry speechless, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I thought you didn't know him?" Harry asked, annoyed, turning to face the blonde with an angry expression.

Draco sighed, "Well I obviously lied, Potter." He said a bit amused at seeing him angry, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"How do you suggest we share the room Malfoy since you know so much?" he bitterly asked.

"Do you ever use that big arse head you have, or are you mentally ill?" he asked, genuinely seeming curious.

Harry had enough so he walked up to Draco and grabbed him by the tie. Since Harry was still a good few inches shorter than Draco, he pulled him down to his eye level. Draco was shocked as he stumbled forward a little, leaning down now.

"Listen Malfoy," Their faces just inches apart, "stop insulting me and just tell me the bloody answer you have." he said through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed.

They stood there, the tension building up. Draco put his hand on Harry's and pulled it away from his tie and dropped his hand. He took a few steps back, fixing the stupid tie when he was free from Harry's grip, mumbling something under his breath.

Harry looked at Draco with crossed his arms, glaring at Draco, as they were inches away from each other. He liked it for some reason.

"Geez Potter." He mumbled, "You can stay but you are sleeping on the couch and you are staying on your side of the room."

"What, so you just get the bed while I get this horrendous yellow couch?" Harry asked genuinely.

"Yeah." Draco said in an amused tone then smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever."

Harry took out his phone and looked at the time, his eyes widening just after. He was going to miss his tour bus. He rushed out of the room not being able to do his hair which was an actual rats nest right now. There were loads of people in front of the hotel since there was a famous little bakery next to it. As he was making his way to the tour he tripped on something but caught himself before he fell flat on his face.