Disclaimer of a broken hearted girl: I do not own these characters. So shiiit. --; But I do own the plot, so, HA!

Summary:
He cheated on me. But that's not the worst part. He reminded me.. Reminded me that he wasn't.

Living For the Lies in Your Head

Chapter One: A Favor

Madness is often a symptom of being a Malfoy..

Typically, I would be up for anything. You probably could have shoved a dragon in my face to wake me up in the morning and I wouldn't be shocked. Cough. But I don't think anything could have prepared me for what happened today.

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"Please, Malfoy, let's be reasonable."

"Reasonable?! How is this, in any way, shape, or form, reasonable?!" Well then, today's the day. The day I know that I have been drawn into some kind of alternate universe filled with an unusually.. Ehck. Harry Potter. .. I guess there are those times when you really just don't know how to describe such a.. Predicament.

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Of course, I don't believe anyone would ever expect him to ask me for a favor, especially one of that.. Genre.. Who knew that that fool would be so desperate as to ask me of all people to make her..

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"One favor, just one. I swear, I'll do anything, anything, just do this for me." I felt a sneer tug at my lips as I looked at his face. Never do I remember ever seeing him look this pathetic. I'd just opened my mouth the reply to his absurd request, when he made it a point to look me directly in the eye, kicking his already powerful influence up a notch and I knew that was it. I'd been caught.

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He looked down at me as we stood at the doors of the Great Hall.. Side by side—who would have thought this possible, hm? Now I know that I'm dead..

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A smirk caught his lips as he realized it too, and I immediately regretted letting my shock slip. My lip curled in disgust as I pushed him away, spinning around to make my way around the corner.

"W-wait! I didn't mean to offend you! Please, ju—"He grabbed my shoulder and I was quick to shove him off and moved to look him in the eye.

"Didn't mean to offend me? Since when have you not felt like offending me? Why couldn't you ask that whore of yours, Weasley or that mudblood?!" I looked down and watched his hands form into fists. He looked about ready to hurt me by then, but it seemed that he needed his favor done more than that. I didn't need this. Running a hand through my hair, I shut my eyes and turned back around—but before I could so much as breathe, his fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back as his other arm circled my waist.

"Please, just until she.."

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Why couldn't it be for me?

".. I can't believe he did it."

"Did what?" Ron turned around to face the bushy-haired girl seated next to him, before turning to where her finger was pointed—toward me—or wait, ..Us.