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A/N: I wanted to have this fic finished before HBP comes out but it should be done soon anyway. This wasn't meant to be a long fic. Sorry this took so long, I've been really busy with school and homework, but I'll still keep updating!
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Lying Or Telling The Truth
Chapter 8
Harry awoke, tangled in his bed sheets, vaguely remembering waking up in the middle of a hallway with Draco and both of them walking to their dorms. He got up quickly, noticing the dorms were empty except for him. He remembered that it was Monday and took a shower. He got dressed quickly and rushed downstairs to the Great Hall.
Entering, he felt a pair of eyes land directly on him instantly and he looked up. His eyes met a pair of tired, gray ones and he fought back the urge to grin at him. Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
"Morning!" he greeted everyone cheerfully. They looked at him oddly for a moment before Hermione replied.
"Morning, Harry. Would you like to come with me to bring a letter to the Owlery?"
"Sure, I needed to go up there anyway." He said, noticing the slight stress she used on the word 'letter'.
They left, neither saying a word until they were on the seventh floor. Harry was about to speak when a voice behind him said, "I saw you last night, Potter." He could almost hear the smirk in the person's voice as he turned to face Pansy Parkinson.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying, but failing, to act oblivious.
"Don't act so stupid, you know what I'm talking about. I saw you with Draco last night." She responded smugly. Harry didn't know what to say to this. How could he have let this happen?
"What proof do you have that Harry was with Malfoy?" Hermione asked suspiciously, speaking for the first time.
Pansy did a double take; she hadn't been expecting to be asked for proof, but she quickly recovered, "What proof do I need? I could tell everyone in the school and they'd believe me. Hell, even Lucius is going to believe me."
"Going to?" Harry questioned, though he noticed what place Pansy was coming from.
"Pansy, why'd you come up here?" Harry and Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy walking toward them.
"Ah, perfect." Pansy muttered from behind them.
"Granger, Potter." Draco greeted, a well-acted look of distaste on his features.
Pansy laughed coldly. "Cut the act, Draco. We all know about your little affair with Potter here."
The sneer plastered to his face disappeared instantly and a look of disbelief took its place. "What?"
"I saw you two last night, in a very compromising position, I might add."
Both Harry and Draco had the decency to blush, the brunette more so than the blond.
Pansy continued, "And in a few hours, your father will know as well. You might as well say goodbye to Potter now, while you still have the chance."
"You- you sent a letter to my father?"
"Oh yes." She smirked annoyingly. Harry stood there in a stunned silence. He couldn't believe it. They were so dead…no, they were worse than dead. He could imagine the look of pure horror on Lucius Malfoy's face. He watched as Pansy half-walked, half-skipped away, grinning madly. He wanted to chase her back and demand her to send another letter saying it was all a joke and…he wanted to kill her. He was so angry at her; he really wanted to murder her. Draco, it seemed, had the same feelings.
Hermione saw each boy fuming with anger, watching the bitch bounce away.
"I'm going to murder her someday, I really will. Screw being betrothed to her, screw my father, screw it all! She's so dead!" Draco muttered through clenched teeth before stalking away.
"Betrothed?" Harry asked, though he didn't get an answer, as Draco was halfway down the corridor.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short but I wanted to get it out because I knew you all were becoming impatient. I bet you want to kill me right now for taking so long. Sorry!