You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 48

He sighed annoyed and faced the mirror. Pansy did as she said and let Harry put on the face mask on his own, only guiding him and telling him when he missed a spot. 

This made Harry feel less useless and a bit more smug because he proved Draco wrong. 

When Harry missed a spot on his temple, Pansy had told him and then looked at his hair. Her face lit up.

"Hey Harry?" she asked.

"Hmm?" he hummed knowing she got his attention.

"Can I curl your hair?" she asked and Harry looked at her, "C'mon it would be nice I promise." she said, hoping that Harry would let her.

He faced the mirror again and thought about it, "Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to." he said with a shrug and Pansy smiled.

She nodded, "Where do you want to do it? We can do it in the living room or here." she said, already pulling out the hair curler and unwrapping the cord.

He thought for a moment, "In the living room." he said, "It'll be more comfortable after all." he explained as he covered the final piece of his exposed face.

"Right." she nodded and then walked to the living room to plug in the hair curler.

Harry finished applying his mask in the bathroom and then made his way to the living room, sitting down on the couch where Pansy was standing. 

Draco was sitting in the armchair, slightly hoping that Harry would sit on his lap since he usually sat in his lap or the armchair. 

Harry couldn't notice the small frown that appeared on his face and just sat there a bit awkwardly, not really sure what to do. 

He frowned slightly to himself at the feeling of the mask on his face and hated it already. He hated the way it felt like he had sticky cold syrup on his face. 

He slumped on the couch and turned his head in Pansy's direction.

"How long do we have to leave this on for?" he asked impatiently and blinked.

Pansy was checking the temperature of the hair curler when he asked that and walked over to the couch to answer his question.

"About 15 minutes. Why?" she asked and looked at Harry's hair.

He grumbled, "just cuz." he said and crossed his arms in annoyance.

She furrowed her brows as she looked at his hair, "Blimey do you ever brush your hair?" she asked and looked at Harry and tried to comb her fingers through his hair.

His hair caught in her fingers but it didn't hurt when she pulled it since she wasn't moving her hand too fast, "No." he said a bit embarrassed.

"I can tell." she said and then walked over to her bag to get a brush.

Draco just watched him silently as he sat there and Pansy walked up to Harry with her brush. She started brushing Harry's hair and it was very difficult to do so.

"Ow.." Harry said with a small pout on his lips as Pansy continued to brush his hair.

She rolled her eyes as she kept brushing and said, "You're overreacting, it doesn't hurt."

Harry didn't say anything and just crossed his arms, wincing from time to time as Pansy continued brushing his ungodly tangled hair. 

It really didn't hurt but the way the brush kept tugging his hair and pulling his head back repeatedly was making him annoyed again. 

Draco just watched all of this from the armchair, staring at Harry's soft black hair, his pretty face, pretty green eyes, pretty rosy lips, pretty curved nose, pretty curled eyelashes-