A/N: Hi!

Thanks for stopping by! Today, I'm starting this "collection" of one-shots and songfics, because I tend to write a lot of these, so why not just make a huge collection?

These fics are all going to be songfics, or one-shots, two-shots, etc...and if any of you have already requested a song-fic, It'll probably end up here :) If you would like to request one, don't hesitate! :D

Anyway, please enjoy!


Title: I'd Lie

Rating: K

Dedicated to: KNDnumbuh007, who requested it

Type: Songfic

Songs used: "I'd Lie"-Taylor Swift, "Beautiful Soul"- Jesse McCartney

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the songs. I own Draco's little sister though. Hehe that sounds really strange...


"Hermione!" called Draco Malfoy. We'd gotten to live really close to each other ever since I found my parents that were in Australia and we moved into a house near the Malfoy Manor. Draco and I had gotten to be good friends.

I waved back, and hopped out of my car.

"Oh good, you brought the car." he said, giving me his version of a "smile", which was pretty much a friendly smirk.

"Yes, but you aren't driving just yet...I don't want you to break my car." I said. Draco had recently taken great interest in my car and had begging me to teach him how to drive. I wanted to refuse, but I guess you could say...I've fallen for him, so I couldn't.

"Fine." he grumbled. "Oh, would you like to come in? Ella, I know, has been asking about you." he smiled.

"Sure." I agreed. Ella was Draco's adorable 3 year old sister. He had long blonde hair, like Draco, but she had her mother's eyes.


We walked into the Malfoy Manor, and stepped into the living room where the rest of the Malfoys were.

"Hello, Hermione." said Narcissa. Lucius gave me a soft smile.

"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy." I said.

"Hermioneeee!" called Ella, jumping off of the couch and running straight towards me. She hugged my legs.

"Hi Ella." I laughed.

"Dray, are you happy now?" she asked. Dray, meaning Draco.

"What do you mean, Elle?" he asked.

"You've been waiting for Mione to come, and you said you liked being around her." said Ella, innocently. I laughed.

"Yeah, I am, Elle." he said, ruffling her hair.

"Dray, is Hermione pretty?" she asked. My face heated up.

"What do you think?" he asked her, not looking at me.

"I'm asking you!" she pouted.

He smiled. "Yes. Hermione is very pretty. Happy now, Ella?"

She laughed. "Is Hermione your girlfriend, Dray?"

The situation just went from cute to awkward.

"Uh...no." he coughed.

"Why? Dray always says he really likes Hermione!" she exclaimed. "Does Dray already have a girlfriend?"

Goodness, what were their conversations about, here in the Malfoy Manor?

"Ella, I'll never fall in love." he said, running his fingers through his silky hair.

I laughed weakly. He wouldn't?

"But that'd make Dray sad! You won't cry, will you?" she asked, innocently.

"I'll never let anyone see me cry! I'm manly!" he exclaimed. Ella laughed.

"Dray! Play your song on the guitar!" she shrieked.

"Ella..." he said, nervously.

"You play the guitar?" I smiled.

He glared at me. "Don't you dare tell anyone, Hermione."

"I promise." I snickered.

He got up and started walking up the stairs. "Coming?" he asked. I quickly ran up after him.

"Dray!" called Ella. He sighed and walked over to her. He bent down, and allowed her to climb up on his back.

"Come on, Ella! We've got to beat Hermione!" he smiled. He started running up the stairs. I laughed, and sprinted up the stairs as well.

"Dray! You made us lose!" wailed Ella.

"Sorry, Belle. But Hermione's just too fast for me." he laughed.


We headed up to his room. It was completely green, since it was his favorite color. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a guitar.

"What do you want me to play, Ella?" he asked.

"Uh...that song you wrote! Seaful Bowl!" she chirped.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh...it's 'Beautiful Soul', Ella." he said, a tinge of color coming into his pale face.

"Play it!" she chirped. He just sighed, and began strumming chords.

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I want to chase

You're the one I want to hold

I won't let another minute go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

I know that you are something special

To you I'd be always faithful

I want to be what you always needed

Then I hope you'll see the heart in me

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I want to chase

You're the one I want to hold

I won't let another minute go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

Your beautiful soul, yeah

You might need time to think it over

But I'm just fine moving forward

I'll ease your mind

If you give me the chance

I will never make you cry, c'mon let's try

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I want to chase

You're the one I want to hold

I won't let another minute go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

Am I crazy for wanting you

Baby do you think you could want me too

I don't wanna waste your time

Do you see things the way I do

I just want to know that you feel it too

There is nothing left to hide

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I want to chase

You're the one I want to hold

I won't let another minute go to waste

I want you and your soul

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

Your beautiful soul, yeah

I smiled. It was beautiful. Whoever it was about was a lucky girl.

"Yay!" Ella laughed, clapping. "You clap too, Hermione!"

I chuckled, and started applauding with her. He just smirked at me.

"Come on, Elle. You'd better take a nap." he said, setting his guitar down on his bed and picking her up.

"I'm not tired." she said, crossly.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

And then, she yawned.

He laughed. "I can see right through you, Ella." he chuckled. He turned to me. "I'll be right back, Hermione. Go ahead and think about how sexy I am and how much you miss me."

"You wish, Draco." I said, rolling my eyes. He smirked and walked out.

I picked up his guitar, and mindlessly began playing a melody. I thought about his eyes. He had his father's eyes. They were grey...but there were little flecks of dark blue...a little bit of black...and possibly a hint of green.

"You play, Hermione?" he asked, startling me.

"Uh...yeah I do." I said, setting it down.

"Merlin, Ella...she's such..." he said, taking a seat next to me, his knee brushing my leg.

"She makes me wonder what you all talk about on a daily basis." I laughed.

He grinned. "She's something...anyway, come on. Are you going to teach me how to drive?" he asked.


About an hour later, we were on our way back to my place, and I was driving. I had TRIED to teach Draco, but what I said went in one ear and out the other. It was useless.

He admitted it himself by almost pulling the car handle off as he yelled in frustration. So in the end, he was sitting in the passenger's seat as I drove us back.

"Stupid muggle contraptions." growled Draco.

I rolled my eyes. "You're just impatient."

"No! There are just too many useless buttons here." denied Draco.

I sighed. "So, what've you been up to these days?" I asked, making conversation.

"Well, Blaise and I hung out, I guess. I found a liking to that one muggle drink...3Down, I think?"

"7up." I said.

"Yea! That." he laughed. "And he was telling me these horrible jokes, like here's one: How many purebloods does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" he asked.

"No idea. What's the answer?" I asked.

"What's a lightbulb?" snickered Draco.

I forced a smile. Those really were horrible jokes.

He hit a button on my stereo-the only one he remembered, the radio button. "Like a G6" by a muggle group called the "Far-East Movement" blasted from my radio.

"I love this song." he sighed, happily.

"And songs by Pitbull, the Black Eyed Peas, and Lupe Fiasco." I added.

"You know me well." laughed Draco. I smiled.

We arrived at my place, and we both got out. "Are you sure you don't want me drive you home?" I asked.

"I'm good. I'd rather walk, anyway." he smiled.

"Alright. Bye, Draco." I smiled, and I headed into my house.

My parents were out buying groceries, so I was home alone. I hurried to my room and pulled out my guitar. I had finally found the perfect lyrics to finish my own song. I pulled out my songwriting journal, wrote them in, and tried it out.

I don't think that passenger seat,

Has ever looked this good to me

He tells me about his night,

An' I count the colors in his eyes

He'll never fall in love,

He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind,

He tells a joke, I fake a smile

But, I know all his favorite songs

And I could tell you:

His favorite color's green,

He loves to argue,

cuz he thinks he's sexy

His sister's beautiful,

He has his father's eyes,

And if you ask me if I love him,

I'd lie

He looks around the room,

Innocently overlooks the truth

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long

He sees everything in black and white

Never let nobody see him cry

An' I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

I could tell you:

His favorite color's green,

He loves to argue,

cuz he thinks he's sexy

His sister's beautiful,

He has his father's eyes,

And if you ask me if I love him,

I'd lie

He stands there,

Then walks away

My God, if I could only say,

I'm holding every breath for you

He'd never tell you,

But he can play guitar

I think he can see through,

evrything but my heart

First thought when I wake up is:

My God, he's beautiful

So, I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle

Yes, I could tell you:

His favorite color's green,

He loves to argue,

Oh, and it kills me,

His sister's beautiful,

He has his father's eyes,

And if you ask me if I love him,

If you ask me if I love him,

I'd lie

"Yes!" I said, to no one in particular. I'd gotten the song done. I happily played the chords over again, until I was startled by a voice. "Lying isn't something I'd expect from a Gryffindor like you."

"D-Draco!" I exclaimed, trying to hide my notebook. Why'd I have to write his name at the top of the page?

"You don't need to hide it, I've already seen it, sweet." he smirked.

"What are you doing in my house?" I exclaimed.

"Well, I heard such lovely music, so I came in to check it out. You left your door open." he said. "You have such a 'beautiful soul', Hermione." he chuckled.

"Don't tell me that song was for me?" I laughed.

"Well, let me ask you. Do you love me?" he asked.

"No." I lied, smiling.

"Prove it." he smirked, and the gap between us closed.


A/N: I changed the lyrics, I know :)

"Cuz he thinks he's sexy" should actually be "Born on the seventeenth", but as we all know, Draco isn't born on the seventeenth, so I decided to replace that line. :)

And I hope the ending wasn't confusing...

I hope you liked it! I'll be uploading more stories and such soon!

Luv,

Cherri