White Half Truths

by En Taiho

NaruHPxover. McGonagall suspects that Harry Potter is working together with Voldemort, so she requests for the best ANBU to go undercover as students and find out the truth: Naruto and Sasuke. But as the year progresses, is Voldemort the true enemy? NS,HD

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Sorry for the long update but I'm afraid I don't have the Internet anymore and now is one of the rare chances I'm able to use it and update my fanfic. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3

By: En Taiho

Another week passed. During the late evenings, Naruto and Sasuke took to going to the Room of Requirements to train, spar against each other, using the excuse of finding a quiet place to discuss Japanese matters of their own. The other parts of the day were spent with Harry, following him, observing him, and still getting closer to him. Naruto felt that it was a bit wrong befriending such a nice guy for the purpose of finding out his secrets and had the uncomfortable feeling that they were betraying the Boy-Who-Lived. But he couldn't mention the mission to him, couldn't tell him, according to the standard mission rules, so he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. This thought had also occurred to Sasuke but there was nothing he could do about it either, therefore forcing himself to forget about the whole thing. Sometimes during the nights, the ANBU would accompany the Golden Trio to take some books from the Hogwarts library and then to the Room of Requirements, to practice and study advanced magic and more about defense than the school courses could offer. Now that each member of the group had experience from their first unsuccessful attempt at doing so, they could now carry out the sneaking around effectively, Harry more so than his two best friends since he had been doing it many times ever since his first year, and of course the ninjas having the most experience and skill of them all, though they didn't reveal their true expertise to the others.

Naruto and Sasuke also avoided being alone with Dumbledore, slipping away or making an excuse when the Headmaster requested another meeting. They didn't want to be pressed on giving information about Konoha and their reasons for being here at Hogwarts; it was unnecessary pressure that could be evaded.

This evening Naruto and Sasuke decided to do a fight between swords, or more specifically katanas, as today's training. They imagined a setting of dirt ground and walls covered with soft moss. As always, they asked the Room of Requirements to not allow anyone or anything enter the room while they were currently in it.

"No jutsus allowed, Sasuke, including your Sharingan," Naruto reminded the other shinobi.

"Yes, whatever, dobe."

They unsheathed one of the pair of katanas on their back. They had only taken the blades out of the scroll and were wearing clothes they'd bought in Diagon Alley the first time they arrived in the wizarding world. Naruto wore a tan shirt that resembled a tunic and dark shorts. Sasuke had on a navy blue t-shirt and white shorts, the colours similar to his usual casual outfit back in Konoha. Their Hogwarts uniforms were cast aside in a corner in a pile. Cleverly, they had thought that it'd be best to change into their own clothes because there was a possibility that their clothing would get ripped or damaged in some way from their spar and it would definitely not be good if they ruined their Hogwarts uniforms by some 'mysterious accident.' And it was better to leave their ANBU uniforms as well as when needed, it should be in its top condition, clean and intact. In addition, the shinobis removed the genjutsu on their kunai and scrolls attached to their thighs and had strapped their respective ninja pouch around their waists.

Naruto and Sasuke circled each other wearily, waiting, waiting, the tension, the excitement building. Suddenly, Sasuke leaped forward, his katana swinging down for a blow on his opponent's left shoulder. Naruto brought up his own katana to block the other. There was a battle of strength of who was to have the upper hand. Naruto decided to crouch down, his katana still above his head in a firm grip holding off Sasuke's weapon, and swept out his leg to trip the other young man, all in a few milliseconds. Sasuke neatly jumped back and then charged without a moment's hesitation.

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"You know, you always leave and your only explanation is that you're going off somewhere that only you two can discuss, about Japan or your home or something like that. Where do you go exactly? I've been holding in that question for the longest time."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "It's in the school, that's all you need to know."

The witch mimicked the gesture and crossed her arms. "It sure sounds suspicious if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you, did I?"

"Now, now," Harry looked between the two from his game of wizard chess with Ron. "Everyone has their secrets." He chuckled. Hermione huffed and then sighed, defeated. "Fine, fine, I'll let you guys off the hook…for now." She giggled. Naruto smiled and decided to change the subject for safety precautions. "The Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin is in three days, is it not?"

Ron nodded excitedly. "I can't wait! Slytherin is going to be crushed!"

"Actually, from what I gather from rumours and their games, Slytherin is a formidable team and an excellent house, no less," Sasuke put in.

Ron gasped exaggeratedly and gaped at the raven-haired boy. "Merlin's beard! How can you say such a thing?"

Sasuke looked at the redhead blankly. Harry shrugged in response for the other boy. "Slytherins ain't all that bad, Ron. Merlin, house prejudices." He shook his head disappointedly, which caused Ron to stare at his friend in horror and disbelief. "Mate, are you feeling okay?"

"Harry's got a point," piped up Hermione.

"You people are all insane…"

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Finally, it was game day, Quidditch game day. The school population was alive with an excited and anticipated buzz. As always, a nervous Harry ate little for breakfast compared to his usual amount. And typically Ron and Hermione scolded him.

"Harry mate, you gotta eat more! Need your strength and all to catch the evasive Snitch."

"He's right. You need food to burn to produce energy that'll help you focus better."

Harry just shrugged. "I'm forcing myself to eat this much already, guys. I'll be fine."

"Actually, I agree with Ron and Hermione," Naruto added. "Food equals energy like Hermione said, and energy equals strength to play like Ron said."

Harry smiled slightly. "Thanks guys, but this is about as much I can eat right now." His group of friends shrugged, knowing they couldn't persuade him to eat any more except with Sasuke raising an eyebrow instead.

Half an hour later or so, the Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch teams left the rest of the schools to change and get ready.

"Good luck, mate."

"Be careful."

"Have fun!" Naruto grinned. Sasuke just nodded to the Boy-Who-Lived as he departed.

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Standing with his teammates in the change room, awaiting the time to enter the bright pitch, Harry took a deep breath. He had changed already, gripping his Firebolt tightly in one gloved hand. Slytherin…He'll be playing against Draco. Harry couldn't give anything away…

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The Quidditch game started with Madame Hooch's whistle and immediately the crowd began to cheer. Harry hovered above the pitch, scanning below and around for a golden glint. He saw it at the northeast corner below. Leveling his broom downwards to that flash of bright colour, Harry zoomed down, dodging a Bludger –"Sorry, Harry!" shouted George– and spotted the Snitch fluttering up and down. It probably sensed a Seeker coming and darted up. Harry pressed his broom faster, feeling Malfoy on his own broom also heading towards the gold ball only three meters away.

As Harry shot upward, Malfoy caught up and now they were neck to neck. Harry held the handle of his Firebolt securely in one hand and reached out his right hand in the Snitch's direction; Malfoy had done the same as well. Suddenly, the golden ball rocketed down with the two Seekers right behind. There was an intake of breath from the audience, waiting for the grab that will win the game, hoping against an accident of their housemate. Harry reached forward further, stretching his arm, and could feel his body starting to levitate from his broom. The ground was coming nearer and nearer. They were eight meters away and neither were giving up, their hands reaching as far as it could go, leaning forward as much as possible without falling off. Despite the dangerous situation, Harry grinned, his emerald eyes sparking with the feeling of exhilaration.

Harry's fingers grazed the shiny surface of the Snitch; Malfoy was almost there too. He had to get it before him! Three meters, two. Harry grunted and lunged forward, angling his body so that he could roll on the ground when he hit it to soften the impact. Malfoy narrowed his eyes. He couldn't lose, not this time, like every other Quidditch game and pushed himself off his broom. The two boys grasped the Snitch at the same time, Harry with his right hand, Draco with his left. Simultaneously, they hit the ground and both did a somersault, the golden ball held between them. Finally, the game was over. Harry lay on the grass, breathing heavily, his right arm stretched beside him, clutching one side of the Snitch in his right hand. Malfoy was also lying on his back, his left arm extended in the space between him and the Gryffindor, his left hand holding the other side of the gold sphere. With such a small size, the Snitch was only being held by fingers. Therefore, Harry and Draco's fingers were touching, Malfoy's thumb and index finger on top of Harry's, and Harry's middle and ring fingers on top of Malfoy's, both their pinkies behind the ball as a minor support.

Jordan Lee announced into a surprised mass of people. "Harry and Malfoy have the Snitch in between them! Just what is going on? Who had it first?" McGonagall whispered something in his ear when she saw the message in Hooch's expression. "Oh, wait a second; Professor McGonagall just informed me that it's a…TIE! NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE!"

The crowd was silent; indeed, a tie had never occurred in the history of Hogwarts quidditch, especially between two rival houses.

"Yeah, Harry!" screamed a voice out of the blue, which Harry vaguely identified as Hermione. He was too dazed from the excitement, the tension, and the result.

The other Gryffindors joined in. "Harry! Harry! Harry!" they chanted. Though they had not won, it was a sign of gratitude and appreciation for their Gryffindor Seeker who tried so hard. Harry frowned from his lying position. What about the Slytherins? What about Malfoy? He risked some injuries too. It wasn't only Harry, not only about him. He sighed. Of course the world thought he was the one who deserved the fame, the credit. Besides, he guessed that Slytherins just weren't the type to yell and chant. But then a shout was heard from the red and gold colours of the Gryffindor crowd. "Good job, Malfoy!"

Harry was surprised and so was Draco, though he didn't show it. Harry realized the Slytherin was getting up, still grasping the Snitch nonetheless, and he recognized the fact that he needed to get up too. He glanced over at the Slytherin prince, grinning, and held up his right arm, forcing Malfoy to raise his left. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him but didn't let go.

Pansy Parkinson became the second person to cheer for Draco. "Yay, Drakey!" Draco's jaw tightened, his only sign of annoyance at the bloody girl. "Bring it down, Potter," he said, ignoring Pansy.

Harry understood and complied, lowering his arm along with Malfoy. Now was the perfect moment. "12:30 tonight, Room of Requirements," the blonde said. No one else heard except for the emerald-eyed wizard above the din of the chants: "Harry! Harry!"

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That night, at midnight, Harry rose from his bed, glancing around to see if anyone was awake. Confirming that the coast was clear, he reached under his four-poster bed, retrieving a shimmering material, the Invisibility Cloak, and crept out of the dorm, invisible, grasping the Marauder's Map in one hand and his wand in the other. He was already fully dressed.

Naruto and Sasuke peered cautiously through their eyelashes. Harry was leaving…alone. Most suspicious… They knew about the Marauder's Map from their expeditions at night with the Golden Trio to the library. Having examined it and asking a few normal curious questions, they discovered that they could conceal themselves from being shown on the map by hiding their auras and chakra signatures. They did so, and also added the camouflage with their surroundings, as they silently rose from their beds and efficiently slipped out the dorm door. Naruto indicated at the walls on either side of the staircase leading down to the common room. Smiling, he lightly jumped up and attached to the wall by his chakra-enhanced feet. Sasuke nodded and copied him. Thankfully, the wall was void of spying paintings. At the end of the stairs, they peered around the wall's edge; Harry was exiting through the portrait from what they could tell from his aura and the trail of his scent. Though no one could see them, it was best to be cautious and safe nonetheless, like the English language says, "Better to be safe than sorry." The door closed softly behind Harry and the shinobis proceeded to land soundlessly on the carpet and leave the common room. Down a flight of stairs and then another Harry led them.

"He's going to the Room," Sasuke whispered to Naruto, recognizing the route they were taking.

"I'll create a bunshin, let her go in so if she's caught we won't be suspected, though that'll never happen," Naruto replied confidently.

Sasuke nodded, keeping his mouth shut from asking the question: "She?" Naruto and Sasuke remained hidden behind a corner Harry had turned just a few seconds ago. "Kage Bunshin no jutsu," murmured Naruto. A clone of himself appeared beside him. The real person gave instructions to the bunshin, which nodded and Henged, resulting in a petite form. "A made-up girl," Naruto said, grinning. She was quite a ways shorter than the two boys with short croppy hair the colour of copper, small hazel eyes, and dark tanned skin. She wore a tight grey tank-top and capris of the same smoky colour and soft silvery slippers that resembled the flexibility of ballet shoes. Now a group of three, they hurried after a still oblivious Harry. No one was awake and there were no signs of Mr. Filch or his yowling cat.

When Naruto and Sasuke recognized the corner that they would soon be turning that led to the hallway where the Room of Requirements was, the shinobis split up. Naruto and Sasuke slipped into the shadows behind two suits of armor near the Room's entrance, while the bunshin hopped lightly onto the wall and got right above the door as it morphed into view. Harry stopped his pacing and opened the door and entered, with the girl barely sliding in from the top. Inside was a large room with a marble floor and white pristine walls. A warm hearth burned in the center of one wall. Two cushy dark emerald armchairs faced the fire, sitting on top of a thick intricately-woven rug.

Instantaneously, the girl settled herself in the farthest corner of the ceiling from the armchairs, a perfect secluded spot. In one of the armchairs, she identified the blonde head as Draco Malfoy. Approaching the chairs, Harry flung off the Invisibility Cloak.

"Have a seat, Potter," drawled Malfoy.

Harry took the other vacant armchair. "Where's Snape?"

"Away."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Where exactly?"

"Riddle sent him after a running Nott."

"Killing muggles again, is he?"

"Yes, quite so, around three families, I presume."

Harry cursed. "That bastard."

"Now have you found anything new about the old coot?" Draco asked in a bored manner.

"Nothing much, except he finds great interest in Naruto and Sasuke." The girl perked up her ears.

"The transfers from Japan?"

"Yep."

"We have to watch them too. You do know that, right, Potter?"

"They're my friends, Malfoy," Harry said bluntly.

"It might seem so."

"They are."

"Believe what you wish." Draco waved a hand dismissively. "But you've informed me that they've been going off to meet on their own every evening."

"How am I supposed to know where?" answered Harry rhetorically at the unspoken question.

"Exactly my point."

"No, I trust them," Harry stated firmly.

"You trust too easily."

"No, I don't."

"You very much do. Remember how you trusted that old man for five years." Malfoy slightly shook his head disbelievingly and muttered, "Salazar…"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well that's because he wanted me to and you know how very successful his bloody manipulation skills are. But now I'm clear and know exactly what I'm doing. I've been training."

"Really?" The blonde feigned surprise. "You just started this year?"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Draco smirked in reply. Harry narrowed his eyes, his lips a barely imperceptible pout. "Nothing new? Then I'm going back to bed," Harry said, reaching for his cloak.

"Running away now, Potter? Can't think of any new excuses?"

"I'm not," Harry snapped, ignoring the last question. "I'm just going back to bed." He lifted his head defiantly and Draco laughed at the sight of the indignant boy. "What?" asked Harry crossly. Then something dawned on him. "Wait, you just laughed." He blinked. "Whoa…"

Malfoy smirked. "If I laugh or not is not something to be so shocked about, Potter. Is it such a surprise that even I can express some enjoyment sometimes?"

Harry's jaw was hanging slightly open. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he scoffed. "Good night, Draco."

The said boy stood up, raising an aristocratic eyebrow. "Harry, I don't recall you ever calling me by my first name."

Harry blushed a light tinge of red, realizing his mistake and how Draco also said his name as well. "Good-bye." He started to swing the Cloak around him, then paused midway. "Now we're even," meaning that each has called the other by their first name once. Having the cloak fully covering him, Harry left the room with one last glance at a still smirking Draco. "Can't believe I just slipped," Harry muttered as soon as he closed the door.

Draco stretched his arms. "Good night, Harry," he whispered softly to a supposedly empty room.

Naruto and Sasuke sensed Harry leaving the Room of Requirements and heard him mumble, "Can't believe I just slipped." They looked questioningly at each other, at the same time communicating between them to stay a bit longer. The next person to exit was Draco Malfoy. Sasuke frowned slightly. 'Malfoy? Why him?'

The door closed behind the Slytherin and Naruto blinked, dismissing the bunshin which disappeared with a small puff of smoke inside at his command. "Let's go." The ANBU made their way back to Gryffindor Tower, waiting several seconds after Harry went in. They uttered the password, slipped in, and up the stairs.

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak beside his bed, changed into his pajamas, and quietly tucked himself under his sheets. Unbeknownst to him, the transfers climbed back into their own respective beds only seconds after him, after removing the bundles of clothing under their blankets as a disguise of themselves sleeping. As Sasuke drifted off to sleep, he wondered what on earth had gone on in there. Naruto would tell him tomorrow during their training time in the Room of Requirements. 'What is Harry up to?'

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The next morning brought on a beautiful sky painted crimson red and soft orange from the rising sun, promising wonderful weather later that day. In Hogwarts' Great Hall, Ron was munching hungrily as usual on his waffle. "Blimey, Naruto, why the hell did you cheer for Malfoy yesterday?"

"Oh right, I meant to ask you that after the qudditch game too," Hermione added, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"It was you?" A surprised Harry looked over at Naruto, who smiled in return. "Well, no one else was. I felt sort of bad for him, if you know what I mean." It was the truth. Naruto knew what it felt like to be left out and didn't like the feeling one bit, having experienced it countless times.

"That's very gentlemanly of you," complimented Hermione.

"Heh, of course," Naruto sleeked back his blonde spikes with a hand. "Oh, really, you just ruined my compliment," the bushy-haired witch huffed. "Like I'll ever do it again." Naruto grinned.

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That evening, in a forested room, two shinobis were discussing a serious matter, both sitting on two different gigantic tree branches, comfortable with the familiar sitting positions up in a tall tree.

"So Malfoy said we have to be watched," Sasuke repeated skeptically, his hands behind his head.

"Aa, but Harry said we were his friends. He trusts us." Naruto fidgeted uncomfortably. They were his friends, but… the mission.

"You know who the 'old coot' is?"

"I've got an idea," Naruto replied. "It's quite obvious though, don't you think?" He listed off the clues: "'old man;' interested in us; Harry trusted him for five years but not anymore; very good manipulation skills." He counted off his fingers as he said each one.

Sasuke added, "Snape is involved too somehow. And Nott, a Death Eater from what I can remember from the folder Hokage-sama gave us, killed some muggles."

"Non-magic people."

"I know."

"It doesn't make sense though. Harry insulted a Death Eater. But Death Eaters work for Voldemort and McGonagall suspects him allying himself with Voldemort."

"Let's keep this information we found out last night a secret until we find out more about it. Oi, you also mentioned a Riddle too…who's that?"

Naruto shrugged. "Beats me."

"You're starting to talk like a British," Sasuke noted with a slight raise of an eyebrow.

Naruto beamed. "Not my fault." Suddenly his face lit up with a mischievous glint in his sapphire orbs. "And now we know that Harry and Malfoy are in love," he said childishly, dragging out the last word. Sasuke's eyebrow rose even higher. "Who would have known," he said not as a question.

"Aa, rivals becoming…lovers…" Naruto trailed off as he realized what he was actually saying.

"You think it happens a lot?" asked Sasuke, a quirk of his lips threatening to occur.

Naruto widened his eyes before averting his gaze, down at the strong roots below. "Maybe," he mumbled, a light tinge of pink powdering his cheeks.

"You know who my first kiss was with, usuratonkachi?" Sasuke almost purred –almost but not quite. The other boy shook his head rapidly, still avoiding eye contact. Sasuke smirked. "With my rival."

Naruto suppressed a shudder of happiness. He'd always thought that their kiss during their Genin years was not the first for the popular Uchiha; it was the first for him though. He always assumed that with so many fan girls, Sasuke would have been kissed at least once, even if by accident. But that kiss was the first –and only– kiss the both of them had ever received.

A voice interrupted the blonde's memories. "So who's your first kiss, Naruto?"

The said boy's blush deepened, with only his subconscious registering the fact that the Uchiha had just called him by his name. Not knowing what to do, Naruto did the only thing he knew how to do best. He yelled. "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO KISSED WHOM! IT DOESN'T MATTER! THINGS LIKE THAT AREN'T IMPORTANT! BESIDES, YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW MY BUSINESS! IT DOESN'T MATTER! WHAT MATTERS IS WHO LIKES WHOM NOW!" He clamped his mouth shut. What did he just say?

Sasuke half-smirked, half-smiled. "So who do you like now then, Naruto?"

Later on, Naruto will eventually remember the two times Sasuke called him by his name, and he'll remember to kick the Uchiha's ass later too. Wait, his ass. Naruto's ears reddened. Gah! He'd been badly influenced by Ero-Sennin, the old pervert… "It doesn't matter who I like," he muttered, finally turning around but staring at a space just over Sasuke's head.

Sasuke's smirk turned triumphant. "But you just said –"

"I know what I just said!"

"Then you better not contradict your words."

"Fine," Naruto gave in. "I- my first kiss was with my rival." The blonde looked squarely into the Uchiha's dark eyes, with the trace of a light blush still remaining.

In response, without saying a word, Sasuke got up and leaped over to Naruto's branch.

"What are you doing?" the blonde shouted, standing up quickly.

" " Sasuke punctuated each syllable. "Let's just say it's an impulse." And he leaned in, closing the distance between him and Naruto, their lips meeting before Naruto had even a chance to reply. Sasuke's eyes were closed, missing the widening of Naruto's own and then the closure of his suddenly sparkling blue orbs, a smile raising Naruto's lips. After a moment, the blonde gently pushed on the Uchiha's shoulders and their lips parted. Both their cheeks were slightly red.

"I-I never thought that you –" Naruto was cut off when a pale finger shushed his lips.

"Well now you know," said the raven-haired boy simply, removing his finger.

Naruto smiled timidly. "I don't have experience much with l-love 'cause the villagers hated me and didn't exactly treat me very nicely…"

Sasuke leaned in again except this time touching his forehead to gaze deeply into those cerulean eyes. "I'm here now; I'll protect you." He turned away and jumped down onto the ground, hands in his pockets, casually strolling towards the exit of the Room. 'Wait for it, wait for it.'

"I DON'T NEED TO BE PROTECTED BY YOU, TEME!" Naruto yelled, running after his partner. Sasuke smiled, which Naruto missed due to the fact that the Uchiha's back was facing him. 'Hn, always the dobe, eh,' he thought amusedly.

End of Chapter

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Sorry, I'm not that good with these lovey scenes. XD But there hadn't been any NaruSasu in the earlier chapters so I thought it was about time to add some, as promised.

Oh and Naruto will not forever be this timid; it's just that he's hesitant NOW since this whole romance thing is quite new to him.