"Harry! It's not what you think!" I started off, almost panicking for my life. But isn't this how every liar starts off, in movies, books, most likely my life?
But I'm not a liar, it wasn't my fault, it was all Ginny's fault, like it always is. I scowled in my mentally.
"Really?" Harry said raising and eyebrow at me. "Because it looks to me like you are in a closet with Malfoy, and you look very tired by the looks of it. Is there something you need to tell me?" Harry asked, glaring very intensely at Malfoy.
"Yes, Harry there is." I said, looking at Ginny, she looked utterly pleased by this. Did I tell you guys I'M GOING TO MURDER HER?
"Ginny didn't want to talk to me you see, she wanted to lock me in a closet with Malfoy. Then the door disappeared and I started yelling for help and banging on the walls then I got tired and then you guys came" I gasped for air, whenever I'm nervous I talk very fast.
"Then you decided you liked it, and put the closet to better uses." Ginny piped up, with a smirk.
"Shut the FUCK up, you—you BITCH, I SWEAR I WILL MURDER YOU!" I screamed at her. I heard Malfoy snicker from behind me. I looked at Malfoy over my shoulder. "What are you still fucking doing here?" I spat at him acidly.
"Just to tell Potter, he has a cheater on his hands." He said, giving me a smirk, and pushed passed me. "For what it's worth, I had fun." He said, and with that he was gone. Harry raised his eyebrow at me.
I balled my fists. "I didn't, I swear I didn't. It's all just lies. Harry, don't you trust me enough to know I wouldn't do that? Don't you know me well enough?" I asked, tears falling thickly down my cheeks. How the hell could he doubt me?
"I don't know, Lexi. It looks as though you and Malfoy… well you know." Harry said not wanting to say 'sex'.
I closed my eyes, and hung my head, causing big tears to drop on the stone floor. I lifted my head up slowly and said gritted my teeth. "No, they are both lying! Has Malfoy ever benefited you? And exactly which curse did Weasley use in me? Have I ever lied to you? FOR GOD'S SAKE HARRY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU RIGHT NOW? I'M INNOCENT!"
Harry glared at me."Yes, you have! When we weren't together! I'm not sure if I can trust you." He said sadly.
My shoulders shook with silent sobs. Anger burning a fire in me. I looked at him, I mean her, and reached in my pocket before anyone could register what was happening.
"You! You lied about everything!" I spat ferociously my wand shaking in my hands.
"Lexi, stop!" Harry said, taking my wand from me.
"Harry, give me my wand. Now." I demanded him
"No."
"How can you believe her, Harry? She's out to get me!" I told him.
"You're just paranoid. Ginny, could you give us a few moments?" Harry asked, I couldn't help but notice how sweetly he talked to her. My jaw dropped in shock.
In my mind, I had cursed her, and she lay screaming on the floor, lifeless. Oh, how much I wanted this dream to come true.
Ginny walked away like the good little girl she pretended to be. Fake ass bitch.
"Harry, please believe me."
"I think you should be asking for forgiveness, Lexi, because I don't believe you." Harry said to me, crossing his arms.
"The fuck?" I gasped. He really didn't believe me and he's saying I need to apologize for a crime I did not commit. "I'm innocent, I mean—what the—the fuck?" I was at a complete lost for words.
Harry shook his head at me. I felt my fists tighten, and my jaw went numb from gritting so hard. "FOR GOD'S SAKE HARRY, GO GIVE ME TRUTH SYRUM, AND THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT, IM INNOCENT. AND YOUR PUTTING ON TRIAL OR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO? ARE YOU GOING MAD? I SWEAR GINNY IS MESSING YOU, WITH ME, WITH US." I snapped.
"I don't know, if I can deal with this right now. I have important things to do with Dumbledore, Lexi. If you're going to cheat on me, then just say tell me because I can't deal with this drama right now." Harry said angrily.
When he said that, it left me broken for a second time. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
"Okay, then. I'm sorry Harry." I told him, sarcastically."I'm sorry you don't believe me and that you are being a big bloke"
Harry sighed. I searched his eyes, those piercing green eyes, which I fell in love with, that I still loved and could never stop loving. What I loved more was the person they saw for. The only problem, he might not love me.
"I need to think." He said, and with that, he was gone. I wiped my tears and walked calmly down the halls and ended up running into Professor Snape, the last dungeon bat I needed to see. Could this day get any worse? I slowly tried to walk the other way, but he called my name in his cold voice.
"Y-yes, Professor?" I asked with confidence, with which I was seriously lacking.
"You were not present in my class today, care to explain yourself?" He asked in an evil drawl.
"I was locked in a closet, Professor." I said, and regretted telling the truth, because it sounded too much like a lie. I mean, come on who would actually believe I was locked in a closet.
"Hopefully you don't get locked in closet for your detention tonight. Seven o'clock sharp." And he turned on his heels and walked away. I walked sullenly back to the common room, not really wanting to go back, just wanting to sit somewhere and feel sorry for myself, but I found myself at the fat lady's painting, anyway, and I walked inside the portrait hole.
I wiped my face once again to make sure all the moisture was gone from my face. I walked to Hermione, she was sitting silently on a small couch in the corner of the common room, and she didn't even have a book or anything. I wondered what her problem was, I saw Ron and Lavender snogging in the corner (surprise, surprise. When were they not sucking face? ), looking very happy, and I felt bad for her. Ron was such a git, sometimes. I then saw Harry and Ginny sitting way to close in my opinion, laughing together. I turned away quickly; I didn't want to give Harry, or anyone else, even more reason to hate me.
I walked over to Hermione, and gave her a hug. She looked like she really needed one, and frankly I did too.
"I heard about what happened." She said blankly, wrapping her arms around me.
"You believe me, don't you?" I asked, but it sounded more like pleading.
"Of course, I know you would never have sex with anyone in a closet and not with Malfoy at all." She shivered thinking about anyone wanting to have sex with Malfoy.
I let out a sigh of relief and smiled a little, knowing at least someone believed me. I absolutely love Hermione.
"I have detention tonight, with Snape." I told her. "I tried to tell him the truth, about me getting locked in a closet, but he didn't believe me. I think you're the only who does believe me" I said running a hand through my thick, messy brown hair.
At seven I walked down to Snape's office, dragging my feet, but practically running so I wouldn't be late and earn myself another detention with Snevllius. I knocked on his office door.
"Come in." He drawled. I rolled my eyes before walking in. "You will be writing lines 'I will not skip class and lie about it.'"
"How many times?" I asked, not really interested.
"Until I get tired of seeing you write it." He said angrily.
I silently wrote it about 150 times across a piece of parchment, my quill making a noise as it went across the parchment before he told me to stop, my hand and wrist ached.
I walked back to the common room, more slowly than I had come down to the dungeons. I came to the Fat Lady and said the password half-heartedly. I walked inside, and stopped dead in my tracks when I heard two dreadfully familiar voices.
"So are you going to forgive her?" A female voice asked, I glared at that voice; it made me want to be sick, neither of them saw me, so it was useless to glare just at a voice.
"I don't know, it doesn't seem like she would do that, but Malfoy even said…" Harry voice trailed off.
Bloke. Player. Stupid. Ass. Bitch.
"People are different, Harry. Different than what you would expect."—Like you!—"You already gave her a second chance. Why not give someone else a second try?"
I peeked around the corner to see them leaning towards each other. I covered my mouth in utter shock and went back out the portrait hole. Oh, how I balled my eyes out.
I wasn't Harry's Lexi anymore. I had lost to Ginny, again. What did she have that I didn't?
A/N: Another chapter, co-written by Mrs0Cullen. She is offically my co-writter for this story now :D
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