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Warning: Viewer discretion is advised. Rated T for adult content and swearing.

Detailed Summary: In an attempt to make a truth telling potion for a friend, Hermione runs into her first year enemy, Draco Malfoy. The two don't exactly see eye to eye, which causes the potion to have a strange outcome on the two of them. They say the truth will set you free. In this case, it seams as though honesty has the complete opposite effect. Will telling the truth spark romance between the rivals? Read to find out.

Hey Guys! This is my first fic, and I'm not sure how long I want to make it. I don't consider myself great at writing but I figured there's a first for everything. I have always been a huge supporter of Dramione and I hope that after reading this, you will be to. Of course, as any new writer would, I love to hear your reviews/comments and I don't mind getting positive or negative feedback as long as your honest. If you have any questions or ideas and you would like to instant message me, I will always respond at some point :). It may be a few weeks in between each of my chapters, but if you guys really enjoy this I promise I wont neglect it. And don't forget to review.

So without further a due:

The Truths in Our Lies

"Please Hermi?" Ginny pouted.

"You know I hate it when you call me that. Anyways, what will Harry say if he finds out?"

"He won't find out. Besides, I just want to know how he truly feels about me. Now is that really all that bad? Come on. Pretty please?" her bottom lip quivered.

"I don't know…"

Ginny shoved a paper into Hermione's hand. It was battered and covered in jelly stains.

"Where did you get this?"

"I tore it from a book in the restricted section. See", she pointed at a jelly blob on the paper," Right there is the page it was in the book. It talks all about truth draughts and how to make them. I would make it myself only, I'm not very skilled with potions."

Hermione quickly skimmed over the page.

"Wait is that? Anicidium?! Where do you expect me to get this?"

"I heard Snape's got loads of it in his personal stash."

Hermione looked back at the page and read aloud, "Anicidium is one of the rarest magical elements in existence. It can only be harvested in the saliva of active volcanos. This ingredient is so powerful, a single drop can cause a wizard to babble the truth incessantly for hours at a time. If used incorrectly, the circumstance could be fatal….."

"See, it's no sweat right? Come on Hermi, pleeeease? If you do this for me, think of how selfless you'll be; having brought two young lovers together." Ginny looked up at her friend as a wounded puppy would.

"No, absolutely not. I know what you're doing and it's not going to work."

"But…I love him." She peered at Hermione from underneath her long eyelashes.

"Ur, I know I'm going to regret this….Fine." defeated Hermione slumped to the ground.

"Great! I need it by tomorrow morning. That's the perfect time to slip it into his pumpkin juice."

"That would mean I would have to skip the dinner feast!"

"Its fine ill bring you some chicken afterwards." Ginny called out as she left the dorm to go to the Great Hall.

"I'm a vegetarian!"

And so, here she was slaving away over a hot caldron, alone in the middle of the dungeons.

"But I love him", Hermione mocked as she looked over her ingredients. She was sure a professor would walk in at any moment. It would only be a matter of time before she became indisputably expelled from nicking the bottle of Anicidium from Snape.

"Well, well-well, who do we have here? Isn't it a little late to break out your chemistry set?" Draco teased as he strutted into the dungeon.

Hermione turned around expecting to see Harry or Ron.

"What? Did you think I was one of your dimwitted friends", he smirked," Regrettably, their all stuffing their faces, doubt they noticed your absence. See unlike you, Granger, half the school would be looking for me if I had left."

Hermione didn't flinch from her spot over the caldron, she simply responded to his ignorance.

"It's no wonder girl's think you're just another pretty face, Malfoy. Your ego is so pompous, it casts a shadow over any other quality that could be considered somewhat tolerable." Her bushy hair was strewed over the brew, but he could tell he had her full attention.

"You really think I'm pretty?" Draco teased, batting his eyelashes.

Hermione glared at him. 'How could one person be so self-absorbed? Even if he was okay looking, with his "golden" blonde hair, and boyish smile that would shine bright even in the darkest of rooms. Or his well-built figure that... what was she doing? Does she truly find Draco attractive? Draco Malfoy? No she couldn't. Could she? Of course not, it must be her lack of sleep, causing these repulsive thoughts. Right?' It was beyond her why he wouldn't just leave and bother someone else.

"And here I thought you only annoyed the first years." She continued to absent mindedly work on the potion.

Draco sneered, "Aren't you the little bitch today."

Hermione opened the bottle of Anicidium, and was getting ready to add the ingredient to the brew. She kept her eyes on her caldron, although she desperately wanted to reply. The truth was, she lived for these moments. Hermione found pleasure in making Draco squirm. Even so, she wouldn't dare turn around and give him the satisfaction. Besides, she needed to concentrate on the potion. She didn't want to encourage him. No, she WOULDN'T encourage him.

"Tell me, Mudblood, who lit the fuse on your tampon?!"

She spun around, still clutching the open bottle of Anicidium high above the caldron.

Before Draco could pride himself on his insult, his face had already met that of Hermione's. Her messy hair was frizzed, more so than usual, and her eyes held a gaze that pierced his own. Without realizing it, she began to tilt the bottle over the caldron, slowly dripping the ingredient into the draught.

"You ignorant bastard! Your voice grates my ears and your insults are shit! You're the most inconsiderate"

-Drip

"Conceited"

-Drip

"Imprudent"

-Drip

"Narcissistic worm I have ever come in contact with!"

The caldron began to bubble uncontrollably and spew hunks of the brew.

"Furthermore, next time you plan to offend me, at least get the decency to update your insults!" She shot him the filthiest look she could muster up.

-Drip, Drip

Standing firmly, Hermione looked him straight in the eyes as if she were burning a hole through his head. Draco's expression turned from cocky to uncomfortable.

"Coward."

Draco looked madder than ever.

"Oh? Is that so!?" He pushed Hermione back, causing the remainder of the Anicidium to fall into the caldron.

Immediately, the potion consumed the rare liquid after engulfing the glass flask it was stored in.

"You good for nothing, arrogant prick!" She shouted, her cheeks were a deep shade of ruby.

Hermione turned around to face the potion. She paused.

"Where is it?" now realizing the ingredient was gone, she first looked at her hand, then at the caldron.

"Where's what?" Draco spewed.

"Brilliant. Just Brilliant. You-you pigheaded twit!" she poked him so hard that he stumbled backward, landing on the hard cobble stone.

The potion boiled and bubbled. Its color continuously changed from a light pink to a deep brown. Draco sneered at Hermione. His eyes resembling daggers. He shifted onto his feet and met her gaze.

"Listen here and listen well, Granger, you are nothing more than a muggle born scum. Your parents aren't worth a damn and I couldn't care less about your silly potion. If you even think for a second that you can…"

He was interrupted by the piercing sound of the potion bursting. As the draught left the caldron, it vaporized into a gas and polluted the air. The two coughed and gaged from inhaling the fume. It continued to fill the dungeon and seamed to get thicker as it expanded in their lungs. Hermione stumbled to the ground and dropped her wand, while Draco lost site of the door and collapsed against the wall. Blinded by fog, she attempted to feel the ground for her wand.

"Draco? Are you still in here?" no response.

She continued to feel her way to the spot where he laid unconscious. Unknowingly, she had grasped something solid. 'What was this? It certainly was not the familiar feeling of her vine wood wand. It felt pleasantly soft, like flesh. Though, at the same time It was coarse like jean, but still warm to the touch. Wait?' Hermione looked down at her hand, which was currently grasped around what appeared Draco Malfoy's groin. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared in horror, her face turning a deep shade of red. Not knowing what to do, she tried to force her hand away. Nonetheless, she was petrified, having never been in this kind of a situation before. She flung her hand away so quickly that it had accidentally hit Draco across the face, sending his unconscious head to jerk in the opposite direction. She cringed as his right check now had a bruise the size of an apple.

"Sorry" she whispered, even when the better half of her knew he couldn't hear her.

Hermione swore that when she got out of this, she would personally be the one to kill Ginny. As the vapor slowly closed in, it clouded her brain and she too collapsed onto the floor.

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