Title: Lie to Me

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Sometimes lies are easier to believe than the truth, but what happens when reality hits? Harry/Draco

Warnings: SLASH!

Disclaimer: All these adorable little bunny rabbits belong to that Mistress of Anticipation, J.K.Rowling.

THE FITH BOOK IS COMING!

Notes: Although it may seem so in this chapter, there will be no romance between Hermione and Harry. None! I could never do that to my precious Draco, he would be heart broken!

~Chapter One~

"Could you possibly be any more naïve?" Hermione's voice was sharp, and cut at Harry like a knife. He hadn't planned on telling her yet, but she'd been there, and he'd wanted to talk. He had thought that she would care, maybe sympathise, but she hadn't, instead she had lashed out at him and didn't seem to notice that she was hurting him.

"Naïve?" his voice, when he said the word, seemed overly shrill and defensive. "Because I thought that he might care? That the feelings that he was showing me might actually be real? Why is that naïve?"

"Because he's Malfoy!" she yelled, the words hitting Harry like a slap, making him move further away from her. "Draco Malfoy does not care about anyone, least of all you! How could you not see that?"

Harry felt trapped, and helpless, having expected more support from one of his best friends than he was currently receiving. "You don't understand, Hermione." he said, voice pleading. "When he was with me, he was like a different person. I wanted to believe that that was the real him, that the Draco Malfoy that tormented us for the past six years was a lie. I wanted to believe that so much, that I did, and I fell in love with him."

Now she looked sympathetic, and she reached out a hand to pull him to her, wrapping her arms around him gently. "It's not your fault Harry," she told him. "Malfoy's a deceitful, lying person, and if he really was so different when he was with you, I'm sure that I would have acted the same way if I had been in your position."

"I know it's not my fault." Harry replied, pulling back. "But that doesn't make it hurt any less."

"Oh, Harry." Hermione looked torn, unsure of what to say. "I'm so sorry." She gently reached a hand up to his face, and brushed his hair off his forehead. "I want to make it better, but I don't know what to do."

Harry shut his eyes, and leant his forehead against Hermione's. "Nothing." he said. "There's nothing you can do."

~tbc…

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