Fake Truth

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Big, glassy eyes looked at him expectantly as he shuffled on his sore feet. Standing up all day was enough, but when in a room with a bunch of whiny children and cauldrons that heat the place up at terrific speed can make anyone feel fatigue and also go completely crazy at the same time. This kicked in for Draco at around lunchtime when he had only taught three classes. He moved, slowly as if not to startle her and sat in the large armchair that faced away from the window, where he had a nice view of his room.

"Professor McGonagall talked to me a few days before school started. She was curious, about why we didn't get on. I told her about how we used to be friends, until you left." He drawled, he let his head fall back onto the plush velvet of the seat.

"Did she say anything else? Nothing about me missing mealtimes or anything else?" She looked frightened and quite fidgety when she asked him; and normally she was neither.

"No, she just left after that. Did you say anything to her?" Draco had his eyes shut and had summoned himself a glass of red wine which was held in his right hand in a very formal manner. "Would you like some?" He motioned to the bottle of wine and the other wine glass that sat on the small table next to his chair. The colours clashed and were nothing like Draco, the purple, velvet armchair and the yellow table did not work at all.

He opened up one eye to look at Valerie; she looked cautious about making a decision, "D'you want some?" He stood up and made his way over to the bottle of wine filling the glass next to it with the deep, rich liquid. Valerie approached him with care, as if he was about to pounce on her.

"Thanks," she took the glass from his hands, taking a big gulp of the alcohol. "This is strong," Valerie motioned to her glass as she tried not to make a weird face from the full on effect.

"Home brewed," Draco replied, ignoring the fact that Valerie was trying to hold it in herself.

"Yeah, it tastes good, did you do it yourself?"

"Flowers did it- Shit!"

"What? What's wrong?!"

"Flowers is all be herself, d'you think we could go see Professor McGonagall before breakfast tomorrow to see is I could ask a couple of elves to live in the Manor?"

"Urm, I guess so?" It came out more of a question than an answer, she couldn't really concentrate after all that strong alcohol.

"Yeah, I can also ask her why she asked me about being friends with you and trying to pry into my life." His face was cold and serious now, remembering who he was going to see the following morning.

"Well that's the thing, she came to me to. She wanted to know why we weren't friends."

Draco looked at Valerie as if she had grown some alien object out of her head. "And you never thought about telling me?"

She looked taken back at his comment; he hadn't told her about his conversation with the transfiguration teacher either, he had no right in saying that to her.

"Seeing that you never talk to me in a nice way at all Draco, I didn't think I'd need to, mainly for that fact that you head is too big to actually store anything useful in it."

She slammed the empty wineglass on his table and stormed out of the door, leaving it wide open as she entered her own room slamming that door shut. Valerie fell onto her bed, screaming into one of the many pillows she had on it. 'Why is Draco such a big-headed prat? Everybody says that after the war he changed a lot but it doesn't look like it at all!'

"Draco, why won't Valerie come out of her room, what have you done now?!" Professor McGonagall shouted at Draco as they tried to get into her room. "Why do you keep complicating things, Draco?"