Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 51

"You're doing that thing again."

Harry's head instantly jerks upward, as if surprised. He looks taken aback. I don't think he had expected me to speak. His eyes widen slightly before stammering, "What do you mean?"

I lean forward in my sight, only inches away from him as my eyes lock into his. He stares back into them, and he swallows. I almost smirk. It's almost amusing- knowing that I still make him nervous after all this time, although, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing at this point.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

Harry just stares at me for a moment, unblinking as the corner of his mouth twitches. Finally, he heaves a sigh and slumps in his chair. The two of us are together in the room of requirement, which had contorted itself into a quiet study room for just the two of us. Since I wasn't allowed to be seen with him in the public eye, it gave us the perfect place to be alone.

It was nice. It reminded me of last year- how we had the potions classroom all to ourselves last year as we prepared for the tri-wizard tournament. It reminded me of the days where the only worries we had was what the other was going to ask during a game of ten questions.

"How did you know?" he finally mumbles after a few long moments.

"Unfortunately, you're very easy to read, Potter. You should really take a page from my book. It might help you one day." I set my quill down and lean forward in my seat again slightly, tilting my head to the side in curiosity as I softly add, "What's wrong?"

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering to the floor. He taps his foot against the ground quickly, as if thinking hard. Then, to my surprise, his mouth twitches upward into a grin.

"I may have lied to you last night."

Oh. If I'm surprised or hurt, I don't show it.

I rack my brain- trying my hardest to remember anything that had happened the day before. There isn't much to remember, anyway. I spent most of it patrolling the hallway with Pansy, followed by an even more boring Prefect patrol and a small run in with Harry...

A small run in with Harry. The exchange was so fast that I hardly remember anything, only that he was going to Snape for tutoring instead of me from now on. 

I raise my hands in defeat, sighing. "Alright, I give up, Harry. What is it?"

"I didn't actually get a potions lesson last night," he says slowly, watching me carefully to see my reaction. My eyebrows only furrow in confusion, wondering why on earth any of this matters. But I entertain it, anyway. 

"So if you didn't go to Snape's, where did you go?"

He shakes his head. "No, I still went to Snape's, just not for what you think."

"So you're cheating on me with Snape, then." A smirk rests on my face, satisfied as I watch Harry scowl, clearly not amused. "And here I thought you hated him and actually liked me."

However, Harry doesn't laugh. Instead, a scowl rests on his face, and I try my hardest not to laugh outright at him. He always takes things so seriously, sometimes. 

"Do you want to know the truth or not?"

"Yes," I say at once. I pause, shifting uncomfortably as I quietly add, "Sorry."

"Look," Harry starts, "I'm sorry for not saying anything earlier- I didn't want to worry you or scare you away-"

"You have a lighting scar on your forehead and can talk to snakes, Potter. I don't think it gets much weirder and scarier than that."