"POTTER" the voice yelled as it echoed down the gloomy dark corridor of Hogwarts. People were scampering away as the voice continued screaming and bouncing off the stone walls of the castle. Students dropped their books in surprise as the shrill of the voice broke through the quiet murmurs of casual conversation. The voice continued getting louder and more agitated until it could be heard several corridors away.
Harry heard an echo of the shouts calling, but couldn't make out what it was saying. Harry and Hermione stopped, trying to hear the voice clearer, causing Ron to stumble as he realized his friends had stopped.
"Can you hear that Harry?" Hermione questioned. Harry strained to make out what the voice was screaming around the school. "POTTER" the voice shouted again, this time ringing clearly and leaving a trace of the scream in Harry's ears.
"Who is that?" Hermione asked with a sense of puzzlement. Ron looked confused, and seemed to recognize the voice but was unable to put a face to it. This suited Harry perfectly, the voice was way too familiar to him and he would rather not have the dreaded conversation with his friends today regarding this particular voice. Harry was still puzzled that they hadn't figured it out; there weren't many people who called him 'Potter'.
"I'm not sure" he mumbled, hoping his lie wasn't obvious. The trio waited and the voice was getting closer. Harry knew he had to get away from Hermione and Ron; he didn't want them knowing this secret just yet. He turned to head towards the voice when Hermione stopped him.
"Where do you think you're going? Who's calling after you?" She said sternly. Harry stared at her, knowing that she was already becoming suspicious.
"I'm not sure who it is, but I'll just go and see what they want, as they are screaming down the corridors after me, I'll see you guys at dinner." He replied. He had always been bad at lying and most people could tell and from the look Hermione was giving him, she didn't believe him. Harry knew he was going to be in for a lot of questioning during dinner.
Harry turned back and entered a more crowded corridor and saw Draco Malfoy rampaging down the corridor towards him, not caring who he knocked over or how many people had their backs pressed against the walls trying to keep out of Draco's way.
People were clearing out of the way and Draco Malfoy was on a rampage. Harry could tell as Draco got closer that he was in a foul mood, and it was most likely that he himself was the reason behind this. Harry decided it might be best to turn around and lead Draco into a less crowded corridor. He paused having second thoughts about that plan as that might just anger Draco more. He glanced back and could see Draco was beyond pissed and was advancing quite rapidly.
"Potter, I need a word now" Draco yelled. Harry realized he really had no choice; he didn't need Draco causing a massive scene. With this decided Harry turned on the spot and made his way through the corridors with Draco screaming profanities at him to 'quit being a git and face him'.
By this point Draco was absolutely livid and ready to kill Potter with his bare hands. Harry turned left and noticed that this hallway was abandoned and completely silent. Harry stopped and turned, preparing for the onslaught he was about to get from the one and only Draco Malfoy.
Draco turned the last corner and saw Harry standing there waiting, he rushed forward and slammed Harry against the wall. Harry looked up from the rough impact and stared up at Draco with an extremely confused expression.
"I heard about you and Ginny in the Potions supply closet." Draco sneered. How dare Potter sink that low and go to a blood traitor over him.
Harry smirked in amusement and tried to stifle a laugh. Draco glared at the boy who lived with as much intensity as he could and slammed one of his fists against the wall beside Harry's head. That was it! Harry was fed up with Draco's temper tantrum and was going to teach him a lesson by messing with his head. It was cruel but it had to be done.
"What about it? Are you jealous?" Harry mocked. Harry knew full well that Draco would never admit to this but it would continue to enrage Draco.
"All those times you snuck into Slytherin common room with your invisibility cloak to see me…" Draco trailed off, his expression turning sullen. This was not the reaction Harry was expecting. He wasn't sure how to respond and stood staring at Draco for a few seconds.
"That was a bit of fun, it didn't mean anything." Harry finally replied, he knew he was hurting Draco but he had to go through with this. Draco obviously didn't trust him. This probably wasn't the smartest way of dealing with this current predicament though.
Draco backed up, and stepped back from Harry. The hurt was evident in his eyes before it quickly changed and turned to pure fury.
"A bit of fun? Was I just a bit of fun then? Was I a summer fling? All those pick up lines you used on me? Can I Slytherin? Platform 9 ¾, I know something with the exact same measurements? Lies, Harry James Potter, Lies." Draco shouted at Harry.
His anger was dying down again and he stared at Harry, preparing himself for the reply he knew was coming.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes and saw the many emotions flashing through them. Betrayal, dread, fear and hurt were all emotions that were shown plainly in Draco's eyes. Harry looked at his feet, not wanting Draco to pick up on the lie that was about to fall from his lips.
"Yes they were all lies, I only wanted a summer fling as you put it and plus I had to try out all those pick up lines somehow. But I never realized you, the spoiled brat cared this much." Harry refused to look at Draco's face. He didn't want to see the emotions that would be so evidently sketched across his loves face.
Draco couldn't reply, he couldn't find the words to say and his eyes began to water. He didn't want Potter to have the victory of seeing him cry so he did the only thing he knew how to, he turned and ran.
Harry sunk to the ground as soon as Draco had fled. There were too many emotions swirling around inside him and he realised he had just ruined what he had with Draco over something as trivial as a rumour.
"Shit" he said banging his head against the wall. His throat was clamping up from being overwhelmed by his emotions and soon enough he had tears gliding down his cheeks.