Lying

Lying to Protect

It was one of them days where it was pouring with rain outside and there was nothing to do indoors. Harry Potter was resting himself on a windowsill somewhere near the North Tower and was watching the rainfall. It was quiet moments like these that he treasured the most. He loved his friends but there were times when he felt so trapped by them, times when he needed to get away from them and breathe.

Today was one of them days too.

But he couldn't escape to the outside world because of the rain.

With his forehead pressed against the cold wet glass, a million and one thoughts swirled around in Harry's brain. All of them confusing him to no end. And every single one of them was based around the same goddamn person.

Harry didn't know if he should call Draco Malfoy his lover or his fuck bubby. He was unsure if he actually liked Malfoy or if he liked the boy's looks and graceful figure. All Harry truly knew was that he had been sleeping with Malfoy for nearly a year now and yet neither of them had ever discussed their so-called relationship.

It had happened halfway through his 6^th Year.

Ron and Malfoy had been fighting and Harry had had enough and stepped in between his best friend and his worst enemy. It was at that moment that Professor Snape had appeared and had given both Harry and Malfoy detention. It had been during that detention when Malfoy had asked Harry to play a game with him. The game had been simple enough. All he had to do was lie to Malfoy. But in lying to his enemy, the truth had been discovered.

And now, almost a year on, him and Malfoy were still involved. Harry was unsure if he could call them a couple or not. He was certain that he would like too, he was almost certain that he was madly in love with the man he hated most in the world. But that couldn't be right, could it?

Malfoy was the enemy, had said so himself many times. He was even going to take the Dark Mark on his 17^th birthday, and that was just two weeks away.

Why do I feel...Harry asked ... that I'm losing the one person I never truly had? I've had him in all kind of ways but he has never spoken of anything that means he feels towards me like I feel to him. I know he is going to join Voldemort's side and I will have to face him in battle. But can I kill him if I have to?

"No," Harry breathed out the answer to his own question.

"Thinking out loud, Potter?"

Harry jumped at the voice and looked around to find the person who was troubling his thoughts, looking as cool as a cucumber as he leant against the wall.

"Oh, its only you," he replied smoothly and looked back at the rain outside.

"Something troubling you?" Malfoy asked and he sat down beside Harry's feet on the sill.

"No."

Malfoy gave a soft chuckle, a pleasant one that Harry loved to hear. It was completely different to the sneer of a laugh he gave to everyone else.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up at Malfoy with wide eyes. It was only when they made love that Malfoy called him by his given name.

"Lie to me," Malfoy asked softly.

"I want you to leave me alone," Harry replied.

Malfoy gave a sad smile and bent his head so that it rested on Harry's knees.

"I want you to go and never come back."

The game "lie to me" had been the game that they had played back in detention, a year ago, just before they had started their sexual relationship. In fact, it was this game that started said relationship.

Malfoy gave a nod as he took in Harry's words.

"Why are you joining him?" Harry asked once again, he already knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it, just to confirm it. But when Malfoy closed his eyes and refused to answer, Harry continued with.

"Lie to me, Drake."

Without opening his eyes to look at Harry, Draco began.

"I believe that Lord Voldemort is the true Hero of the time. I believe what he is doing is the correct thing to do. I want to follow him, like my father did and still does. It is my own choice that I follow my father's footsteps, and when I finally get to join Lord Voldemort and become a Death Eater, I will eagerly await the day where I can hand him Harry Potter!"

"I eagerly await that day too. It will be the day that will ends all."

"Is that a lie or a truth?"

Harry gave a knowing smile.

"If you stay any longer, I may not be able to let you go. But, if you leave tomorrow and there is no fear in saying goodbye. This goodbye will be forever. You are joining him and in doing so, you are making me your murderer."

"Now we are losing the idea of the game."

"There is no game, but lets give it the pretence that it is."

There was silence.

"Lie to me, then."

"I..."

"Its not so easier."

Draco raised his steel blue eyes to stare into Harry's bottle green ones.

"I will betray you."

"And I shall let you."

"I will no longer be yours. I'll be His forever."

"I will not hold you anymore, not even in my dreams."

"I'm coming back you know?"

"I don't dare to hope."

"I'll see you again, Potter, sometime."

"Yeah, sometime soon."

"Tomorrow?"

"No, when the war is finished."

"And Voldemort has won."

"I will die."

"..."

"I will not die."

"Don't say that!"

Silence fell over them and Draco took a minute to memorise Harry's face at that moment in time. It was completely blank, there was no emotion on Harry's face as he lent against the glass plane. He was wearing a red shirt with dark blue jeans, Muggle clothing, unlike Malfoy who was in his normal black school robes. Harry looked relaxed but it was easy to see the boy was troubled; his hands were clamped tightly together and his lips were thinner than normal. The only thing that Draco could see that reflected his emotions were his eyes, and Draco couldn't look into them because Harry had gone back to staring out the window.

"I want the rain to last forever."

"I want the floods to destroy all evil and cleanse the innocent."

"I want to understand you."

"I want to hate you."

"I do hate you - with a dangerously high level of intense passion."

"I want a commitment."

"It would survive."

"I have lost the lies and the truth again."

"You're leaving."

"No, you are."

"Leaving me? Or leaving you?"

"I will not be thinking of you."

"I'm not going to miss you."

"I will look forward to waking up in the morning and not have to worry about seeing your ugly face across the great hall while I eat my breakfast."

"I will not miss kissing you."

"I will not miss holding you."

"I will not miss loving you!"

"I will not miss you at all."

"I will love being alone again."

"I will not love you anymore!"

Harry snapped his head round in shock but was surprised to find Draco now on his knees before Harry; his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I have never loved you, Harry Potter. Your soul is not mine!"

Harry moved and grabbed Draco's hands with his own and rested his forehead against Draco's.

"This is not goodbye!" he whispered.

"I know. We will see each other again in Hell!"

Harry traced Draco's face with his eyes and he memorised every curve to memory. And as soon as he had what he needed, he pressed his lips to Draco's quickly.

As soon as it started, the kiss ended and Draco had pulled free of Harry's grip and was slowly walking down the corridor away from where Harry sat. Harry watched him go, but just before Draco turned the corner, he looked back over his shoulder. Draco smirked at Harry and said.

"Truth or dare, Potter?"

Harry raised his chin to meet the challenge. "Dare!"

"Live through the war. I'll see you on the other side!"

And Draco Malfoy disappeared from Harry's view and Harry's life.