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Chapter 3

Liar

"I . . . you know what Malfoy? Never mind. I was done here, so you can have this room all to yourself. I hope you burn your ass, though, because I heated the furniture," Harry added, before making his way to the door.

"Not so fast, Hero." Malfoy covered the door. He was taller than Harry, but Harry was not intimidated by it.

"I'll just hex you away then," Harry said with a growl in his throat. He was pissed off. Pissed off because none of the memories of the summer holidays had been real. Pissed off because Malfoy had taken advantage of him on the Hogwarts Express. Maybe he could bring that up, but Harry felt too exhausted to keep up with Malfoy's pace. He just wanted some time alone to think.

"Don't make empty threats, Potter. That would be under your belt."

"You don't know anything about me, Malfoy. Would you just leave me alone?" Harry tried, again, to push Malfoy out of the doorway, but it was in vain.

"Why so tense? Did I say something wrong?" Harry wanted to slap him in the face.

"Shut up."

"I really want to know what you thought you and I had been doing during the holidays, Potter. I don't like the thought of being surrounded by Muggles, but I don't like to hear unfinished stories either, so spit it out." Malfoy seemed to like this situation a lot, too much to Harry's liking, to be honest.

"I said leave me alone. Get out of the way." Harry pushed him harder, but Malfoy was not convinced.

"You don't want to leave. I can see that." As much as Harry had started to like Malfoy's pretty face, he truly wanted to punch him now.

"I don't want to leave because I want to kick your ass, Malfoy!" Harry's temper had taken over control. This always happened when he was exposed to Malfoy for too long.

"Go ahead! I wanna see you try."

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy countered the spell.

"You're gonna stupefy me, Potter? Who do you think you are? No one stupefies a Malfoy!"

"At least you're out of the way, and if you hadn't noticed, I'm the Chosen One," Harry said and with those words, he stomped out of the classroom.

Harry felt rather proud of himself because he managed to get rid of Malfoy. Of course, he had made a big fool out of himself by starting to babble in front of a Slytherin, but it was over now.

He made his way to the Gryffindor Tower and knew that he would have to face his friends again, so he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible.

"Hey Harry, how did it go?" Hermione asked once Harry entered the Common Room.

"It went really well, actually, but I'm exhausted," Harry answered in all honesty. It occurred to him that it was easier to act normal again now that he knew the holidays with Malfoy had not been real.

"Well mate, I think you should play a little game of chess to get your mind off of school." Ron said, pulling out his wizard chess board.

"I think Harry wants to get some sleep, right Harry?" Hermione said.

Normally Harry would have chosen Ron's side, but he was really tired and did not want his part of the chessboard being smashed to pieces because Malfoy was the only thing he could concentrate on.

"Well, Ron, I'd love to, but I'm really tired. I slept bad last night, so I want to go to bed early this evening."

"You're just afraid to lose," Ron said, and he was partly right. "What about you, 'Mione? You want to play chess with me?" Ron offered even though it was one of the few things Hermione was not the best at. She doubted for a second before she took the white pawns.

Harry should have known better than to get up and go downstairs to the Common Room without Ron. He should have known that Hermione had not forgotten about Malfoy's weird behavior yesterday and most importantly, Harry's weird behavior; however, he was grateful that she had not mentioned it yesterday.

"Hi Harry," she said as he walking in.

"Hi, 'Mione," Harry said, putting his bag on the ground and sitting down in a comfortable chair.

"Well, I'll just get straight to the point Harry because I don't know when Ron is gonna come down, so what happened yesterday?"

"Nothing 'Mione, I just had to team up with Malfoy, that's all."

"I knew that. I meant between you two. I could see there was something going on. Even the day before at breakfast, I could sense you two looking for each other." Harry felt bad that she knew so much about them. Was he that obvious?

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing. You should be the one talking here. I'm asking you what happened."

"It's nothing, really. I haven't sorted it out myself yet, so please drop it. As soon as I know, I'll tell you." The last part was probably a lie.

"Maybe I can help," Hermione offered. Just then, Ron came down the stairs, inattentive of their personal conversation, and sat down.

"Oi. How'r you guys?"

"We're fine, sleepy head. Let's go get some breakfast," Hermione said.

Harry was glad Ron had barged in, but Hermione still did not look convinced. She had wanted more time to try to get information out of Harry.

"Breakfast. Sounds heavenly," Ron said, his eyes on a faraway land.

"Come on," Harry said, pulling him up.

Harry had to come up with a new reason to stalk Malfoy. He had to talk to the boy if his life depended on it. Fortunately, the reason was not far to be found.

Harry knew exactly what to do and during Potions class, he formulated a plan. He also thought of different ways for it to turn out because if one thing went wrong, he did not want his chances to be ruined, and when a situation involved Malfoy, everything could go wrong.

Much to the Gryffindors' liking, the class was given by Professor Slughorn, who was a bit slow in Harry's opinion. Slughorn was talking about some love potion, but Harry was uninterested. He did not need a potion to get to Malfoy. All the girls, however, were listening very closely and were taking notes simultaneously. Harry had a suspicion that a lot of boys would accidentally fall in love within the next week.

Malfoy sat across from Harry, about 3 feet away, so Harry had clear view. He saw the blond taking notes. He knew this was Malfoy's favorite subject; he was always paying attention.

Although Harry did not like potions at all, the subject had become way more interesting since the summer holidays. It was very entertaining watching how Malfoy chopped his rat tails, cut his batwings, and stirred his potion. He did it very precisely, in a way Harry could not imitate. He made sure not to get caught staring by Hermione. She already knew enough.

By the end of the hour, Harry had thought everything through. His potion had ended up a disaster, but Harry's enthusiasm could not be tamed by the disappointed looks Slughorn threw him. Everyone was cleaning up their stuff, as was Malfoy. Harry tried to take as long as possible to get his stuff and told Ron and Hermione not to wait for him. Of course, Hermione shot him a look again, but Harry ignored it as always. With a simple wave of his wand, he made Malfoy's ingredient bag a bit messier, and it caused the wanted effect. Malfoy mumbled unhappily and told Blaise and Pansy to go on out without him.

Harry did his best not to let out a cry of victory. He and Malfoy were the last ones to leave the potions classroom. Malfoy walked out of the corridor as Harry wove his wand again. Malfoy's bag tore apart, and his books fell on the ground.

"Damn," Harry heard Malfoy say. Harry came around the corner and looked surprised. More precisely, he faked to be surprised.

"Malfoy. Need a hand?" Malfoy shot him an annoyed glance.

"No thanks, Potter." Harry was once again astounded by how much hate Malfoy could put in his name. Deep down, it made him wince.

"About the other day in the classroom, I wanted to ask you something else." Harry went straight forward. He did not want to chit chat because Malfoy would know what he was up to eventually.

"Well, you're asking too much Potter. I need to get to my next class and my stupid bag has fallen- wait a second. You did this?" See? It did not take long for him to figure it out.

"Yeah, of course. I wanted to talk to you. Don't mess with a Potter, Malfoy." Harry did not deny it. It would be useless because Malfoy would see immediately that he was lying. He was a bad liar.

Malfoy looked at him with a mingle of anger and something Harry could not quite place.

"Idiot. Look what a mess you made." He sounded as his usual self, but Harry knew this time he was on the winning part.

"Oh, sorry. Let me help you," Harry said sarcastically, but of course he did not; it would only make Malfoy leave faster. "Why did you kiss me on the train?"

"Kiss you? Are you losing it, Potter?" Malfoy said as he managed to erase the ink that was flooded over his books and then began to pile them up.

"You're going to make me believe that that wasn't true either?" Harry was getting really angry, to say the least. He looked down at a squatting Malfoy, who fixed his bag with a single wave off his wand.

"Well, were there any witnesses?" Malfoy pulled an eyebrow. A perfect eyebrow.

"Of course not. I don't want anyone staring at us."

"Well, maybe your fantasy took over for a while, Potter." Harry felt a churn in his stomach again, because somehow he doubted it was real, but he could not have been dreaming all of this, could he?

Of course not. Ron and Hermione were witnesses that he had been late for dinner that night, and why would he be late for just a fantasy? Ron and Hermione would have woke him up. Malfoy was lying big time.

"You're not gonna make me believe that," Harry said.

"Are you really craving for me? The Boy who Lived has a soft spot for me?" Malfoy snickered.

"I do not have a soft spot for you. I happen to hate liars like you."

"Me? A liar. Get lost."

"Yes you! You fucking kissed me! Admit it. And you thought it was good!" Malfoy's face paled a little, and that was where he fell out of his role. It had been true. All of it.

"Yes, you do! I can see it!" Harry was practically shouting, and the paintings in the corridor were shooting them annoyed looks.

"Why on earth would I, a pureblood Malfoy, want to kiss a Griffindork like you Potter?"

"Just so you know, I was almost a Slytherin, smart one."

"You? A Slytherin? Don't make me laugh, Potter." Malfoy pulled a face, but Harry could tell he was shocked by the newsflash.

"Yes. The sorting had wanted to put me into Slytherin, but I asked him not to." Harry wondered why he was even talking about this. It was something he had not told anyone before. Not even Ron or Hermione.

"And why did you do that, may I ask?" Malfoy looked uninterested, but Harry could tell he had his attention.

"Because I didn't want to be in the same house with you."

"But you want to kiss me? Does that make sense, Potter?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"You kissed me too, moron."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." Malfoy was done grabbing his stuff and stood up again.

"You're not going anywhere until you admit it, you asshole," Harry said, quite proud of himself for being able to see through Malfoy's mask.

"Calling me names won't help you further, smart ass."

"Denying it won't help you either. Mark my words Malfoy, I will get what I want." He already had a new plan. A plan B. This one had worked out quite well, but Harry would not give up just yet.

Harry turned his back to the boy and walked off to the next class.

To be continued...

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