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A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I lacked inspiration. Anyway, here's the sixth chapter to Lying Or Telling The Truth! Also, technically today is supposed to be Friday in the story but pretend it's Saturday.

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Here's the update I promised! I hope everyone likes it! Oh, and a line of these '' mean a dream is starting and another line is where it ends, and it will be in italics.

Lying Or Telling The Truth

Chapter 6

Harry looked around; he was back in the dark graveyard he had been in not two years ago. He then noticed many cloaked figures standing in a circle, surrounding him. Glancing down, he saw one of the figures kneeling down and kissing the hem of his robes. A thin strand of white blond hair escaped the confines of the deep black hood draped over his head. "My Lord, I have brought my son to you, as promised." The voice of Lucius Malfoy drifted through the mask concealing his identity.

As if on cue, Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and entered the circle. The moment Harry saw his lover he reached out to him but instead found himself sneering. "Ah, Draco, we meet at last." The shorter blond bowed to him, rather reluctantly.

"Y-yes, my Lord, what a pleasure it is." He spoke with high confidence, though he didn't seem he had meant it. "Will you be ready to join me once you have graduated?" Draco hesitated and remained silent for quite awhile, as if thinking on it, the whole time Harry was screaming at him to refuse.

He watched as Draco turned to glance at his father, the man pressuring him to join, before turning back to Harry. A slight smirk crossed his face, hard to see and yet so evident. "No." he stated firmly and the Gryffindor rejoiced. If Harry had been controlling Voldemort's body he would be grinning madly and dancing around. He made a mental note to thank Draco immensely later on, just as he lifted his wand and drawled, "Crucio!" Draco immediately fell to the ground, twitching and screaming in pain. Harry made to run to him but instead let out a deep, hollow laugh. "Stupid boy." He heard himself mutter before lifting the spell, "You will remember not to defy me next time or I'll do more than just use the Cruciatus Curse." He said darkly, motioning the group to leave before dismissing the Malfoys.

Harry attempted to sit up in his bed but found he was held down by a mess of bed sheets. He wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead and tried to regain his normal breathing patterns. He disentangled himself and glanced at his charmed watch: 7:57, exactly three minutes before breakfast started. Pulling himself out of bed, he balanced against one of the bedposts. Overwhelmed by the thoughts flooding his mind like a tsunami overflowing a city coastline. "Harry, mate, are you all right?" Harry snapped his head towards the voice, almost fast enough to receive whiplash, to face the worried looked across Ron Weasley's features.

"Fine."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale."

"I'm sure, Ron, thanks." The redhead merely shrugged before continuing his thorough search of his trunk for whatever he found more significant than questioning Harry about his health. Wasting no time in changing, he rushed downstairs, not even bothering to reply to the greeting Ginny had sent him, and entered the Great Hall, eager to find information on the unpleasant scene he had witnessed in his dreams.

He sank into the empty spot beside Hermione and placed a few random foods onto his plate. Glancing up once and awhile, he tried to catch Draco's tired, now deep grey, eyes. After failing numerous times the blonde finally looked over at the Gryffindor and Harry motioned towards the doors, pleading for him to come. Harry left the Great Hall moments after and awaited Draco outside the doors. Minutes later the Slytherin exited and approached his lover. "You wanted to see me, Harry?"

Harry was taken aback; normally Draco would have taken this sort of chance to drag him into the nearest empty classroom and proceed to snog him senseless, but this certainly was not the case. He looked tired and worn, and as he pulled up the sleeve of his right arm Harry noticed many bruises and gashes, lining from the start of his wrist and disappearing underneath the material just above his elbow, indicating they probably went up to his shoulder.

Draco had done all that without much thought and quickly pulled his sleeve down again to hide what Harry had already seen. He next expected to be bombarded with questions but instead found Harry pulling him into the broom closet off to the far left. "I need to tell you something." The dark haired boy whispered urgently, "You have to listen, and please don't interrupt." His pleading eyes glanced up at Draco who was only a few inches taller than him. "I will." The blond replied and looked at Harry expectantly. The Gryffindor inhaled deeply, searching for the right words to start out with.

"I guess it's better to start from the first…I had been having dreams, dreams about what Voldemort," Draco's eyes darkened slightly but he did not flinch, "was seeing. We were connected through the scar he gave me, he had even given me some of his powers. He didn't realize it until late into my fifth year and began sending me false visions, therefore leading me into the Department of Mysteries where I thought he was keeping Sirius Black, my godfather. It turned out he hadn't taken Sirius and was only trying to lure me there, resulting in Sirius, Remus Lupin and few other Order- er…people coming to help me. In the end Sirius' cousin, your second cousin- I'll explain later-, Bellatrix Lestrange basically murdered him.

"Anyway, to the point, I was supposed to take Occlumency lessons from Snape but I didn't practice so the dreams kept reoccurring. I also had a dream last night, one I wish I had never seen. I was seeing it all through Voldemort's eyes, starting out with your father kneeling down in front of him, then bringing you forward. Voldemort asked you if you were ready to join him once you had graduated and after some thought you refused. He then punished you with the Cruciatus Curse. That's where it ended." Harry finished somewhat lamely.

"So-so you didn't see what happened afterwards?"

"No, why, what happened?"

"Well, to make it short, my father took me home, not happy with my answer at all and performed the…Cruciatus Curse on me a few times also…" Draco avoided Harry's eyes but Harry could see a lake of tears forming behind his eyelids. They stood in silence, the Gryffindor watching the Slytherin wringing his hands. Finally, Harry reached over and embraced the blond, like they had been separated for years. Draco's body racked with silent sobs as he leaned towards the touch. Draco pulled away not long after, not wanting to appear vulnerable. "I've got to go, see you later." Draco gave a slight smile.

"Yeah, see you." Harry replied as the blond swept out.

Pulling out a piece of parchment, quill and inkbottle, Harry pondered on how to begin his letter. Finally, deciding to address the reader as he would a normal letter without an endearment, he began:

Blaise and Hermione,

I suppose I should start where traces of the relationship began, near the end of September. Our (meaning myself and Draco's) fights had become less frequent as we had nothing to argue about. When we did have fights however, they contained more contact, without the use of wands. I used to watch him more often, even think about him, but I used to deny anything I felt about him other then hatred. I also started noticing him more often, like he was always there.

One night, the sixth of October to be exact, I was out wandering the dark Hogwarts corridors under my invisibility cloak. I hadn't been keeping an eye out as to where I was actually going and before I knew it, I had walked right into Draco. We both were knocked off balance and my cloak slipped off. We exchanged our usual, "Watch where you're going, Potter!" and "It's was your fault, Malfoy!" before Draco saw the silvery fabric beside me.

He grabbed it before I could and examined it. "You've an invisibility cloak?" he had asked. I could only nod. "Where did you get it? They're supposed to be really rare, not to mention expensive, although, I could afford it."

"It was my father's." After that we began talking, losing track of one subject and starting another. Coincidently, we began the subject of past girlfriends. He admitted he only dated Pansy to please his father and never really felt any emotion towards her other than friendship. I explained to him about the horrible 'date' with Cho Chang, spilling secrets I never imagined I'd share with him. He then told me he considered himself gay, all the while blushing violently. I also told him how I'd been thinking about it, but I wasn't sure.

Next, he did the last thing I ever expected him to do; he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. Half grinning, half sneering, he winked at me before turning away, saying, "See you tomorrow, Potter!" I stood there for well over five minutes, thoughts floating through my mind. I left, confused, not ready to face him again the following day.

Deciding to leave the letter where it was for now, he abandoned the armchair near the fire and dragged himself up to the boys' dormitory to go to bed early, exhausted. He tossed the letter and supplies into his bag before collapsing onto his bed, drifting off to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the sixth chapter, I made it longer than I normally do to A) satisfy my readers because of the long wait and B) I had to cover a lot in this chapter. I promise I won't take as long for the next update. And I used October 6th as the day Harry and Draco first kissed 'cause it's my birthday! :D Please remember to review!!!

Happy New Year!

Nicole