Title: I Shall Tell Lies
Author: Jessica Jewell
Summary: Draco abuses the fact Harry's taken some Fictuserum.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter I do not own, however Fictuserum is an idea that's mine. Other than that, I own nothing.
Harry gulped, knowing full well that with the Fictuserum in his system, he wouldn't be forced to expose any truths, but even Harry knew that telling lies lead to the truth.
Malfoy smirked at him, arms crossed. "Amazing how you land in these situations, isn't it, Potter?"
Harry just scowled, refusing to answer. He was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question anyway.
"What have you done, Malfoy!" Hermione cried, rushing forward.
"Nothing!" Malfoy growled. "Potter did this to himself! I had nothing to do with his current state. However, asking him will only result in him lying to you."
"Fictuserum?" Hermione's eyes widened, looking to Harry.
"No," Harry muttered, unable to tell her yes.
"Ah, poor little Potty, has to lie to his best mates," Malfoy coo'd and the gathering crowd (mostly Slytherins) laughed. "Just think of all the terrible things we could make Potter not admit to."
"Harry, I'll be right back. I promise. I'm going to find a Professor!" Hermione looked worried at leaving Harry with Malfoy so near, but getting a Professor would be the only way to help. Harry gave her a nod of reassurance, and she bolted off like a startled rabbit.
"So, Potter, as a collective, we've been dying to know," Blaise grinned, "are you a virgin?"
"No!" Harry was utterly shocked at the force of which the answer was pulled from him – even Veritaserum wasn't this quick at providing answers. Perhaps Luna was right in her explanation of why the Lie Potion was made.
The Slytherins howled with laughter.
"What, the Weasel girl doesn't put out?"
"Ginny wants to take it slow!" eyes wide, Harry waited for that to register. And it did rather quickly.
"Do you mean to tell me that Weaselette throws herself at you, and you ignore it? Or… don't want it?" Malfoy's smile was predatory.
"I do want it," Harry had tried to hold back the reply, but it just wouldn't stop.
"Ah, you don't love her?" Pansy laughed.
"I love Ginny."
The silence that fell over the yard as those words sank in. Even in the Slytherin house, every one expected Harry to be madly in love with the only female weasel. To hear that he didn't love her, well, that brought other question to mind, such as, what did he feel for her? They couldn't even ask – they'd only get a lie.
But all of this brought a questioning expression to Malfoy's face. "Do you hate me, Potter?"
"What is this!" McGonagall burst in, sending Slytherins in all directions as they attempted to flee. "Let's get you to the hospital wing."
Harry looked up to see Malfoy staring Harry down, waiting for his answer.
"I hate you, so much, it hurts."
A/N: Hmm… obviously Potter doesn't hate Malfoy. So what does he feel? Guess we'll never know. Anywho, this was a little idea of mine. I'm currently writing a story describing more indepth what Fictuserum is, it'll be a prequel to this. Perhaps I should write a sequel to this as well, so we can find out what Potter feels?