I Know the Truth

by Lily-Crane

Harry Potter is in his 7th year at Hogwarts, as is Hermione. What happens when Professor McGonnagal requires all her students to keep a journal? Who likes who? Who will betray Harry? Will Voldemort win? Read to find out! HPHG? HGDM? NLRW? Just kidding on

7. Questions and Answers

Thanks so much to all my readers! I feel so special that you guys actually want to read this! Ok, so basically this chapter will be where all the real drama starts! It might be shocking, it might not. But remember this: I don't make the characters do these things. I tell them the plot and they run off with it!

Lily Crane

Chapter 7: Questions and answers

Journal

Harry Potter

October First

I am so excited about the dance! It is going to be so perfect! My tux is ready and Hermione's dress is done! What could possibly go wrong? Well, lots of stuff could, but that doesn't matter! All that matters is that I have a perfect evening with my girlfriend. And that the prat Draco doesn't interfere. I have to go get ready but I will write more after!

Journal

Hermione Granger

October First

The dance is an hour away! Yay!I guess... I am still trying to figure out what to do about Harry and Draco. No matter who I choose, the other will suffer in some way. Why do they both have to like me, of all people? Why couldn't Harry like Ginny or Lavender even? Why did they have to both choose me? But still, for now I am happy with Harry. I know I have to choose soon though. I guess I should go finish getting ready! Later!

Much later, almost midnight

I just ran out of the dance and I am walking along the lake's edge, reflecting on everything that has happened today. I guess I should start where I left off.

Harry came to pick me up and we went down to the Great Hall together. We held hands and it was so romantic, even with everyone rushing around us. We took our time and got there right as Dumbledore stood to make a speech. We tried to blend in with the crowd of our fellow students. Dumbledore went on and on about how great we all are, yada yada. So we're standing there waiting for him to shut up so we can dance and kiss and heaven knows what else people did…. Anyway, so I danced with Harry for a bit and then went to sit down. A band that everyone thinks is muggle but is really made up of wizards called Maroon 5 played. I love their song "Must Get Out". It is my favorite.. The weird thing was, all the time Harry would glance around uneasily and saying his was looking for someone. I thought it was strange behavior but with Harry you never know. Suddenly, "Must Get Out" started and Harry asked me to dance. So we went out on the dance floor and swayed with the music. He held me close to him as couples twirled around us. I felt at peace then. Harry and I were both facing the platform on which Maroon 5 played and he had his arms around my arms and chest. As the chorus came on, Harry whispered in my ear:

"Mione, I know we haven't been together long and all, but I love you. I would do anything for you. When we graduate, will you marry me?"

I know the answer! Come on brain, make me answer him! I can't just leave him waiting! But that's actually what I did…. I excused my self as tears welled in my eyes.

"Umm…. I need some time. Ok?"

Yep, that was my brilliant response. I know, I know. But I thought Hermione was the smart one! Well, when your boyfriend asks you to marry him, tell me how intelligent you sound. But back to the events leading up to this. So, I ran towards the entrance hall, where I ran into Ginny and her date, Gary. Gary is a Ravenclaw 6th year. He is a sweet boy and a good match for Ginny. But that's not important. What's important is what happened when I reached the area where they stand, kissing. I sniffle and Ginny turns around and almost tells me off until she realizes I'm crying. She tells Gary she'll be back. She pulls me out into the chilly October air and asks gently why I'm crying. I quickly explain and continue crying while she thinks about what I've just said. She lets out a comprehensive "ohm" but that's it. The only sign she acknowledges my story. She looks at me with pity-filled eyes. The pity displayed quickly turns to anger.

"Oh, poor Hermione, being proposed to by Harry Potter. Poor girl.," Ginny says coldly. She stalks back inside and rejoins Gary. I walk down to the lake and that's basically where I am now…. So now I walking and thinking about how everything is making less and less sense as time goes on. I sob until my eyes are dry. Then I cry out as I see someone ahead of me, head drooped.

"Hello? Are you ok?" The figure turns. It's --- guess who---- Draco. "Oh, hello, Mr. Malfoy. How are you doing on this delightful evening?"

"I am not doing very well, Ms. Granger. Or should I say Future-Mrs. Potter?"

"I haven't even given him an answer yet, Draco. I----" I don't finish this sentence for two reasons. Firstly, I can't tell him how I really feel. Secondly, he kissed me then, a gentle yet firm kiss that sent shivers down my spine and made me tremble. "Draco," I manage to say as I pull away, "you can't keep kissing me like that. I have a boyfriend you know. Don't you remember what happened last time he found out you kissed me? He will rip you apart given the chance. I--- I don't want you to be hurt." There. I said it. He knows I don't hate him. I don't know what to do. I don't want anything physical to happen in case someone is watching. Yet I long for his kiss as much as a starving man longs for food. His kiss is my sustenance. It helps me to survive. Fortunately, I didn't have to endure a longing-filled silence because Draco spoke.

"Hermione, I am crazy about you. I don't know how you feel, but if you return my feelings, you have to choose: me or Harry."

He might have well asked me to find the square root of 98,748,000. I can't do this. But at the same time I know I have to. I open my arms to him and welcome the embrace that I have tried to imagine for a long time. His arms are stronger than they look. I begin to cry again and he pats my head while I sob. When I stop, he tilts my chin up and gazes into my eyes with his own pale ones. His are filled with sorrow and loss that I know I can fix. I may be the only one. We stay like this for several moments. Then we share another kiss. But he didn't start it. I love him, and I just now realized it. What can I do? I mean, I like Harry but with Draco I have a deep connection. All this flashes through my mind throughout our long kiss. His tongue lightly brushes my lips and my lips part and our simple kiss is now a full-fledged French kiss. I have never French kissed anyone else, other than Harry, and I find it interesting. I keep my arms wrapped around him as we kiss and he cradles my head and run his hands through my hair every now and then. I have never kissed Harry like this and I do not see why I should feel so bad for kissing Draco like this. I can just imagine what Harry would say if he knew and so that's why he won't find out. I am fairly sure I am going to break up with him now. I want to see if things work out with Draco before limiting myself to Harry. Harry is very possessive and it would be hard to juggle him and Draco. So for now I choose Draco and tell him as much. He grins and pulls me down to the ground with him. We are on the edge of the trees on the opposite shore from where I started. We lay there kissing more until I roll onto my back and stare up at the sky. I turn my head slightly to look at Draco. He is staring at me, not the sky. I feel my cheeks flush self-consciously. His hand lightly brushes my cheek. I love his soft touch on my skin. This is what I have always dreamed of, I just thought Harry would be the one. But I am starting to think otherwise. Draco is gentle and I wonder if he has always been. He suddenly sits up.

"Are you cold, Mia? We could go inside and go to my dorm or something. Whatever you want."

I consider this. I decide after about a second of thought.

"You know I have to break up with Harry before we can be seen together. He wants to marry me but I'm not ready for that. But he doesn't seem to take our relationship seriously. Except for your nose. Sorry 'bout that."

We walk back up to the castle. As we walk, we decide that I will go in first and go find Harry and explain everything and Draco will come in after me, but we won't talk until we meet at his Head Boy room. Isn't that awesome? As Head Boy and Head Girl, we each get a room separate from the other rooms to ourselves. I love it. I walk into the entrance hall and find Harry there, waiting on me.

"Where were you, Mione? I was so worried!" See, told you he was possessive. He is always asking where I have been. It's annoying.

"Harry can we talk? We have a lot to work out. I have some made an important decision. Can we go somewhere more private to talk about this?" I don't want his outburst to draw much attention. We walk up to the common room, which is deserted because everyone is still at the dance. We sit in our favorite chairs by the fire.

"Harry, I put a lot of thought into your proposal and I've decided that I'm not ready for that decision yet and I'm not completely sure we can still go out. I think I need to be sure you're the one for me. I need to date other guys to see if I am sure. I know this might hurt you but it's for the best right now. Okay?" I am nervous about his response. He might get angry and scream at me, he might cry. I really don't know. But he takes it in a way I hadn't completely anticipated.

"Oh, ok. Yeah, that's a good idea. We should date other people for a year or so. If we think we're perfect for each other after that, we'll get married. If not, we'll end up married to other people. No big deal." But I can tell on the inside he is screaming and pounding his fists. But I can't stop him. I cast a sleep spell on him. He is snoring in mere seconds. I kiss his forehead as I head to my Head Girl room to change out of my dress and into muggle clothes that we are allowed to wear now. I choose a pair of tight, yet not too tight, jeans and a Maroon 5 t-shirt. Technically. The shirt is wizard-made but muggle-sold. It fits perfectly and always has. I slipped on crochet-flats and slip out of my room. I glance at my magic watch since my electric one is at home, useless here at Hogwarts. 2: 25 AM. Five minutes until I'm supposed to meet Draco. I walk slowly through the corridors and think of everything that my future might hold. As I arrive, I see a faint light coming from Draco's room. You have to know what you're looking for to find our rooms. Not many know the secret. But I do so I find the door easily. I knock lightly and hear Draco call me in. I turn the handle and step in. It looks much like my room except with guy-type stuff. Draco is sitting on the edge of his bed. He has a guitar across his legs and he motions for me to sit. Then he starts to sing:

I've been the needle and the thread

Weaving figure eights and circles round your head

I try to laugh but cry instead

Patiently wait to hear the words you've never said

Fumbling through your dresser drawer

Forgot what I was looking for

Try to guide me in the right direction

Making use of all this time

Keeping everything inside

Close my eyes and listen to you cry

I'm lifting you up

I'm letting you down

I'm dancing till dawn

I'm fooling around

I'm not giving up

I'm making your love

This city's made us crazy and we must get out

This is not goodbye she said

It is just time for me to rest my head

She does not walk she runs instead

Down these jagged streets and into my bed

Fumbling through your dresser drawer

Forgot what I was looking for

Try to guide me in the right direction

Making use of all this time

Keeping everything inside

Close my eyes and listen to you cry

I'm lifting you up

I'm letting you down

I'm dancing till dawn

I'm fooling around

I'm not giving up

I'm making your love

This city's made us crazy and we must get out

There's only so much I can do for you

After all of the things you put me through

I'm lifting you up

I'm letting you down

I'm dancing till dawn

I'm fooling around

I'm not giving up

I'm making your love

This city's made us crazy and we must get out

I'm lifting you up

I'm letting you down

I'm dancing till dawn

I'm fooling around

I'm not giving up

I'm making your love

This city's made us crazy and we must get out

I'm lifting you up

I'm letting you down

I'm dancing till dawn

I'm fooling around

I'm not giving up

I'm making your love

This city's made us crazy and we must get out

He ends the song and looks up at me. I am crying again.

"Was I that bad?"

"No, that's my favorite song and nobody has ever played it for me since my cd player doesn't work around here. I just love you so much, Draco."

I kiss him like he had kissed me only hours before. He lays the guitar aside and holds me gently and slowly laying down. I lay on top of him and never broke the kiss. He pulls off his shirt and I feel his muscular torso. I rest my hands on his chest and he puts his hands on my back. He closes his eyes and I close mine. He parts his lips as I parts mine.. We continue this as we kiss and it was the best kiss I have ever had. Weare so caught up in our moment that we forget about the time. I don't care, though. If I am tired tomorrow, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow is Saturday. As I am writing this now, I am waiting for Draco to find something he is looking for. He said it's something I'll appreciate. So I'm waiting patiently for his return. I heard people walk by recently, so I think the dance is over. When I go back to my room, I'll just say I was making sure people weren't wandering the halls. Any teacher will believe me as long as I don't look guilty of anything. Like being in your ex-boyfriend's enemy's room, making out with him. Not that I was. shifty eyes

Draco just came back with a picture drawn in our third year. It shows a girl with brown frizzy hair and huge piles of books. She is descending a staircase from the sky. It is me. I am speechless. I had no clue Draco had likes me this long. I have liked him for just as long, so we are equal. I take the picture from him and lay it on his desk. I pull him toward me and kiss him again, as I have many times today. This time we lay on our sides as we kiss. I rub my hands along his back, feeling his muscles. He may be fair skinned but he is strong. He rests his hands on my lower back. His hair tickles my face but I don't laugh. I brush it aside and gaze into the ice-blue eyes of my new boyfriend. I am liking this relationship a lot.

I pull away and glance at my watch. 4: 13 am. It has only been about two hours since I came up here. I'm going to go now. Draco wants me to sing for him. It's going to be bad.

Hermione

Yes, readers, I know, What the heck? But as I said, I don't make them do these things, they do them themselves. I know many of you will be mad at me and I don't blame you. This chapter is just a plot thickener filled with romance. Be warned, the next few chapters at least will be similar romance level. If that bothers you, too bad.

Lily Crane