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Harry Potter belonged, belongs and will belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling.

Chapter Two: For the Sake of Lies

Hermione was signing a letter when two knocks interrupted her. She sighed.

"Come in." she said in a slightly annoyed voice. The door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy in his crisp black robes. The aura of confidence surrounded him, although it struck Hermione the aura of insufferable pride.

"Granger, I-" said Draco, but Hermione raised a hand.

"Malfoy, unless that is something related to the International Ban of the Abuse of House-Elves, you better leave." said Hermione, in her office voice that she only uses during debates, presentations and other work related events.

"Granger,"

"I suppose it isn't. The door is wide open, you can now get out."

"Granger, just listen."

"Malfoy, I don't have time for this."

"Then make time! You're not Assistant Head to the Department of International Magical Cooperation for nothing!" said Draco, slightly losing his patience. He sighed and looked at Hermione.

"That also means that I have a tight schedule to follow."

There was a tone of finality in Hermione's voice, but he wasn't to be swayed.

"This is important Hermione."

The witch stopped short. Draco never called her Hermione. Not even when they shared a Common Room due to the fact that they were the Head Boy and Girl. Not even last night. It was always Granger, no matter what.

"Fine. I'll give you three minutes."

She conjured a small hourglass. The grains of sand inside slowly fell down.

"Okay. First and foremost, this is about last night."

"Last night was the worst night of my life." said the witch.

"I don't give a damn of what you think of last night. I'm here to clarify things up." Replied Draco. Hermione closed her mouth, to Draco's relief.

"Er, last night you said that you want me, that you love me, that you need me. I-is that true?"

"I was drunk last night. Half of what I said was delusional." Replied Hermione, not making eye contact with Draco.

"And which half does that belong to? Because half of what you said last night could be deadly true. Alcohol makes people more honest."

"It belongs with the delusional part."

"Answer the question honestly."

"You are not in the place to demand that kind of answer."

"Just answer the fucking question!"

"I told you once, I'm telling you again. It belongs with the delusional part."

"Do you love me?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer but closed it.

"Answer me!"

"I don't love you."

Hermione stood up.

"I don't want you, and I don't need you."

"Look at me."

"I don't..."

Draco ran a hand across his face and prepared to leave. Hermione was fighting back tears. Before Draco closed the door though, he stopped, and said,

"I meant every single thing I said last night Hermione."

With that, he left Hermione to succumb in her tears.

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