Lying

It was all Malfoy's fault!

Harry complained silently as he continued to wash down the desks of the potions lab in Hogwarts. Ron was also to blame but he wasn't there right now to curse. It was Ron who had started the goddamn fight with Malfoy and like normal, Harry had been the one that was forced to finish it. It was lucky in a way that Snape and McGonagall had seen the disagreement otherwise Harry would be serving detention on his own while Malfoy would have gotten away without even getting house points deducted. But McGonagall had insisted that Malfoy joined Harry in his detention. So now Harry was cleaning the potions lab with Malfoy as his only company.

Three of the five hour detention had already gone by and Snape had left long ago - much to Harry's joy - but as he left, Snape charmed the lab's door locked, and it would not unlock itself until midnight. Until then, Harry was trapped.

So far, the two boys hadn't said anything to each other and Harry was seriously bored.

"Hey, Potter?"

"Yes Malfoy." Harry gave a sigh as he looked across the room at where Malfoy was lying on the desk he was meant to be cleaning, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't want to think about the many foul liquids that may have been spilt all over the desk Malfoy was lying on.

"Lie to me!"

"Lie to you?" Harry asked disbelieving.

"Tell me something that is untrue."

"I love being in here with you, now shut the hell up and clean the bloody desk."

Malfoy gave a light general laugh, and Harry found himself thinking that it was actually quite a pleasant sound. He chose to ignore Malfoy and returned to cleaning the desk. The next time he looked up he was shocked to see Malfoy standing on the other side of the desk. He was stunned that he hadn't heard the Slytherin move.

"It's an easy game, Potter. Even you can understand it. I tell you a lie, and you tell me a lie. We will have a conversation based on lies. The loser is the first person who speaks the truth."

"And why would I want to play this game with you?"

Malfoy leapt lightly onto the desk and sat down, making sure he got in Harry's way.

"You have nothing better to do. And all the desks are clean and we are stuck here together for god knows how long."

Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy. "Fine, one round, then leave me alone."

Malfoy gave an evil smirk. "Lie to me, Potter."

"I like you, Malfoy."

"No, you just don't get it, Potter."

It was scary at how well Malfoy could imitate Snape's voice.

"Try again, Potter. Lie to me."

With a sigh, Harry sat down beside Malfoy on the desk.

"Right. I am a normal boy. I live with my parents... and I have a sister, she attains Hogwarts with me. Um... I don't have any scars, especially not on my forehead."

"Well done," Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Lie to me, Malfoy," Harry replied in a monotone.

"I'm unpopular."

Harry coughed, annoyed at Malfoy's reply.

"Fine, I come from a poor background. I don't worship my parents and I get on surprisingly well with them. My parents are good friends with the Potters."

Harry tipped his head to the side to study Malfoy at the last sentence. The blond was smirking slightly, his grey eyes staring back at Harry, almost daring him to challenge him more. Harry smiled back.

"On my first day of Hogwarts, I met loads of new people and liked almost all of them. I never refused Draco Malfoy's hand of friendship on the train, and since that day, we have been good friends."

"My best friend is the normal, sexy Harry Potter, and we spend our days at Hogwarts, terrorizing the Gryffindor scum and the younger Slytherin students."

"You put me in Slytherin?"

"No, the Sorting Hat did."

"I chose to go into Slytherin."

"Voldemort never existed. I've never seen the guy before in my life."

"Same here," Harry replied. He was slightly shocked at Malfoy's confession. Malfoy had met the Dark Lord too! Harry suddenly didn't feel quite so alone any more.

Malfoy gave one of his sneering laughs and Harry pulled a face at Malfoy.

"I am straight. I don't fancy guys."

It was worth seeing the priceless look on Malfoy's face, and he half expected Malfoy to call his bluff. Harry's own face soon mirrored the look on Malfoy's face as Malfoy stated.

"I hate the idea of two men being together. It's disgusting."

"We have completely different views."

Harry raised his brilliant green eyes to stare deep into Malfoy's own steel blue ones.

"I hate you, Potter. I can't even stand being in the same room as you."

"You lose the game!" Harry declared.

Malfoy looked down at the desktop. "I don't think so. I didn't tell the truth."

Harry sat there shocked, unable to speak as Malfoy continued on.

"I don't envy Weasley and Granger," Malfoy spoke bitterly, "I don't even want your friendship in the slightest way. Nor do I even find you the slightest bit attractive."

Malfoy's normal pale skin turned a light rose and he stood quietly and strolled to the potion door. He reached for the handle but before he had made contact, a booming voice snarled out.

"One hour, twenty-five minutes."

"Fuck!" Malfoy swore.

Harry continued to sit there in silence, trying to understand what he had just been told. He looked over at the other teenager and titled his head again. He couldn't understand why he had never seen it before. Malfoy was quite attractive. It was just a pity that he wasn't a nicer person.

But how do you know? An annoying voice spoke up, one that sounded very similar to Hermione's. You never bothered to get to know him. You could try to get to know him, you never know, you may be surprised. You have learnt things already that are different to the ideas that you had of him. Harry shook his head, trying to get rid of Hermione's voice.

"Malfoy!"

Malfoy swallowed.

"We need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter. Forget I said anything, not a word to anyone! Or I'll make you wish that you had never been born."

"You'll be surprised how many times I've wished that myself."

"You shouldn't even say that! You are lucky to be alive."

Harry shrugged but Malfoy couldn't see the movement. "Maybe I am. You've never said anything like that to me before."

"Don't get used to it," Malfoy snarled.

"Lie to me, Draco Malfoy."

"Piss off Potter!"

"Lie to me!"

"Fuck you."

Harry moved off the desk and strolled towards Malfoy.

"Lie to me, Drake!"

"I hate you."

"How much?" Harry came to rest just behind Malfoy. His breath blew hot air against Malfoy's neck.

"Not nearly enough."

"That's good enough for me."

"It would never work," Malfoy muttered.

"You don't know that."

"There is no point in trying. Plus there are no return feelings."

"You don't know that."

Malfoy turned but caught only a glimpse of green before soft wet lips pressed against his and all else was forgotten.