Chapter 6- Lies

"You're lying," I stated, with a quaver in my voice, ready for him to laugh in my face.

"No, I'm not," he returned. "I never lie."

"Now you've GOT to be lying," I told him.

"I am," he said.

"What?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Do you think you're funny? Well, you aren't."

He shook his head. " I don't think I'm funny.. Well, most of the time any way.. But sometimes I am quite amusing.. But in this situation, I'm not trying to be funny. I'm dead serious."

I was befuddled. "How can you feel that way about me, then? You have been my worst enemy since I came here. How can you say all of those things now when you've been such a- a-"

"Wally? Prat? Ass? Something stronger?" he offered.

"Just answer my question," I hissed.

Malfoy simpered. "I've hid my feelings for you very well, and I am proud of that. Think about it: I'm in love with a Muggle- born, and my father used to work for Voldemort. Those two things just don't mix. When I found that I was attracted to you, I really felt trapped. So, I resolved to make your life a Hell, so you'd never know. I mean, how could I tell my father? He's gone crazy enough, with the Dark Lord gone forever. He has nowhere to go on Saturday nights!"

Draco faked a shuddering sob and bellowed, " Oh, the HORRORS, Narcissa! I'd rather be in Azkaban with all of my boyfriends then stay here with all of my insecurities!" It was an admirable imitation of Mr. Malfoy's snappy drawl.

I gaped at him. "He SAID that?"

"No, of course not. But he is quite sad that he can't be Lucius BadBoy any more," Draco responded, grinning.

"If you want my opinion, I think he should have been sent away with all of those other maniacs. No offense, but I don't really care if he confessed and told the ministry everything, but he must have hurt a lot of people before he went and changed his ways," I put in solemnly, giving Draco an evil glare.

"Yes, the ministry just didn't want to make him angry. No one messes with my father, though he should be committed," Draco replied simply. "He told me that he could never stand living as a mental patient, because he can't stand white. Isn't that the most mental thing you've ever heard?"

I shook my head. "No, not really. It's quite brilliant, actually, compared to what YOU just said, about LOVING me. Am I really supposed to believe that?"

"I don't know if you're supposed to," Malfoy exclaimed. "How should I know what you're supposed to believe? I don't think that anyone is supposed to believe anything. They've got to decide on their own, haven't they?"

I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, so I decided on not, and nodded. "You're right in a strange sort of way, but what I don't understand is why you're acting as though I'll just go along with you and like you all of a sudden."

"Why won't you?" he questioned.

"I cannot believe this!" I cried out. "You've made me feel awful for the past six years and now you're just going to change all of that in an instant?"

"Sure, why not?" he questioned.

I could NOT believe this. "Malfoy, I don't know if you're my type of bloke," I stated, still certain that any second, he'd yell 'HA HA!' and tease me about this night for the remainder of the my time on earth.

"How can you say that? You don't know me," he responded coolly. "You only know Draco's Cover, and he's a right pain in the ass. The real me is better. Not so hateful."

"How do I know you aren't lying?" I asked him.

"You don't," he shrugged. "But, of course, you can never tell if someone's lying or not, no matter how many times they stutter or look away while they're talking. I mean, you could do a truth spell on me, but then you'd get the whole truth, and sometimes that isn't good at all."

I didn't even want to know what he was referring to. I rolled my eyes and said," How can you expect me to believe you could be my type after all of the things I've heard about you?"

"Things? Which things?" he inquired, as though bored.

"About you and Pansy Parkinson," I choked out in disbelief. "People are always saying how you two love to get cozy in the common room, and even MORE in the DORM! And I saw you in there, surrounded by all of those dreadful girls, with Pansy doing- oh it was gross!"

He groaned, as though exasperated. "Are you going to blame ME because Pansy grabbed my willy? Do you think that I just love for people to do that? Do you think you could? Oh, PLEASE do! I don't call it a day until at least five people tug on my crotch!" he finished in sarcasm.

I gasped, and covered my mouth. "Gosh! That was perverted!"

" I was trying to make a point," he declared. "Just because she decided to go and molest me doesn't mean that you should hold it against me! I didn't ask her to!"

"You didn't ask her to quit it, either!" I voiced, eyeing him.

"It isn't that easy to tell her off," he shrugged. "If I told her to stop, then everyone would know that I'm not really as cool as I seem; that I'm just afraid, and sort of dull."

"Dull, no," I replied. "But afraid?" I questioned. "What is there to be afraid of?"

"Oh, there's a lot," he began. "First of all, I'm afraid of my older cousin, because every time he comes over for the holidays, he tries to bloody me up. He says I'm a sissy, which I'm not, you know," he added quickly. "It's just that Mephstoph (that's his name) is nineteen years old, and very strong.. Not that I'm not, but it's sort of unfair."

I grinned, but not on purpose. "All right, but you don't worry about that all of the time, o you?"

"Well, no.." he hesitated.

"What then, Draco?" I questioned in interest.

He shrugged and said," You know? Normal stuff. Like grades, and parents, and- well, sex. I'm not as experienced as everyone would like to believe." He looked ashamed.

I shook my head. "There isn't anything wrong with that. People love to tell rumors. Do you remember that time a few months ago when people said that I was dating Ginny? Well, that is most definitely not the truth. It started up because I told her to get over Harry one time in the library. She was horribly depressed, and I was trying to help her! I suppose that means I'm a lesbian," I smiled. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I have nothing against that, but what I'm trying to say is that sometimes, people just suppose things that are not necessarily true. All you have to do is tell them otherwise."

Draco nodded. "Yes, I remember that rumor, because Pansy spread it around. I knew that it was not in the least bit true. I mean, Ginny is so terribly annoying, I just can't see how anyone would fancy her."

I laughed, but declared," That's mean to say!"

"I know," he smirked, and then fell serious. "There's a difference though, between the rumors about you and the ones about me. You said it yourself.'

I gazed at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Other people start the ones about you,'" he responded.

I stared. "You start all of the rumors about yourself?"

He nodded. "Yes. I do. Of course, new ones are born from the ones that I create, so I really can't take all of the credit."