Fake Truth

IX

"I need you to tell me the truth, Draco," she demanded as she stared into his cold eyes, his wand firmly gripped in her hand.She double checked the lock, making sure that the spell had worked and that Draco wouldn't try to leave. She was in a desperate state ever since she found out about him looking through her memories. Whilst he was looking away she cast a quick charm that would mean no one could listen in to their conversation; just to be on the safe side.

"About what? Just give me my wand back! " He looked at her as if she was crazy, a bored expression covered his face as he watched her every move. Being honest Draco was quite scared of the things that Valerie could do. He had witnessed it before, she pounced upon a girl when she was in her fifth year and dislocated her shoulder. He talked to her about it after the incident but she laughed it off and said it was an accident and had no intention of doing such things.

"Or what, will your father hear about this? At least you have a father, Draco."

"Just give it back to me!"

"Truth," her voice was much weaker this time and he could see from the pale moonlight that was seeping in from the large window that she was crying. "Please, just tell me the truth...Draco, the truth." She begged him, walking over to him and giving him back his wand.

Truth. She kept on repeating it; if not out loud then in her head until it was a whirlwind of thoughts that physically made her head heavy.

"What sort of truth? The truth about what?" Draco shrugged of his robes and lay them on the bed to reveal a black suite and a crisp, white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, "tell me Valerie, what is it?"

"You know what it is Draco."

"Know what?" He was confused, what kind of answers was she looking for?

She light the room up using her wand that was aimed at the fire place. "You know what Draco." She was facing the fireplace, her arms limp down by her sides.Women, honestly they always expect you to know everything.The warm glow tried to fight the dark gloom but instead gave a more sinister appeal to the room.

"Know what, can you please tell me what it is that I know?" His tone was frustrated and you could tell just by looking at him he was stressed out in the situation he was currently in.
This was the second time she had gotten emotional with him and it put him on edge, just slightly; he had never experienced this many intimate, emotional events in such a small time never mind his whole life.

His whole family forbade any sort of emotion to you out of Draco: to them it was a weakness, and so they practised what they preached and all led emotionless lives.

"What happened that night you left?"

"What night?"

"Stop playing dumb, you know which night I mean. It was only a few days ago."

'Oh shit!That night, but how did she know about that? Was she spying on me, or did someone else see me?'

"W-what about that night that I left?" There was no point denying the fact that she knew, but he wanted to know how she knew and especially what she knew.

"I know where you went Draco, please don't lie to me." She sighed, turning towards him he saw fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "I thought that we were friends." She whispered to herself but Draco heard, snapping his head up at her.

"You think that we are friends?" His voice went cold, this was dangerous, Valerie knew that he had a very short temper but this was quick: even for him. "You left me, you know that right, or did you not care?" he walked towards her, angry grey eyes boring into her, she tried to look away but his eyes held great force and kept their aim at Valerie.

"You left me in probably one of the hardest times in my life, and they say that I have no heart." She could fell his anger boiling up and he was right in front of her when she locked eyes with him again.

"You have no right to think I did it to hurt you," Valerie's voice was quiet, "I could never hurt you, Draco."

"Then why did you leave?" He raised his voice, as if she was in the other side of a noisy street.

"You looked at my memories, why don't you tell me then?"

"I didn't understand them at all, why were you in my house talking to my father?"

"My mother."

"What about her."

"I had to go find my mother, Draco. I had to protect her; just because your parents are lousy doesn't mean everyone else's are lousy." Valerie instantly regretted what she had just said to Draco, after all it was her who asked why they weren't friends.

"Look that's what I mean, a friend wouldn't say something like that! And at least my father can survive a few hexes."

"How dare you!" Valerie growled, her father went through more than just 'a few hexes'. "You insensitive prick, you know exactly what happened!"

"Yes, I do: I was there."

"Then tell me what happened after that?"

Draco looked nervous; guilty almost as he retold the tale of Valerie's father's death. "The dark lord wanted your father to join up again, this was after he had killed Cedric in the graveyard in the TriWizard Tournament. He didn't want to and so he took him from his home and kept him in my Manor. He set the Death Eaters on him and then killed him at the next meeting. He wanted your mother, but he could never find her as she went into hiding, he looked for her himself. But he could never find her so he tried to get a hold to you. You left just hours before he arrived to look for you at Hogsmeade. You were so... lucky, Valerie. "

She looked up at him with misty eyes, as if to say 'go on'.

"I was tortured, beaten that I could not keep you there any longer." he said it as if it were nothing to him, but inside he was hurting, telling the truth was one of the hardest things to Draco; a sin.

There was an awkward silence as Draco finished his tale of the deaths of Valerie's parents. He looked down at his shoes, he felt guilty for shouting at her before, she had to leave her life behind and stay in hiding for almost three years.

"But tell me, why did you look at my memories?"