All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Three

Draco's POV

Just as I expected, Potter and Weasley were famous not only in the halls of the first years, but also to the whole Hogwarts as well. Bunch of show-offs.

On the other hand, this day must've gotten worse than I expected. I was walking, talking to Crabbe and Goyle about our families when I spy something with my own eyes.

Hermione was chatting with Potter and Weasley.

Of all the things the world has ever set up, why should it be that my Granger so happens to be with the guy who got a goddamn scar and to all the people, the guy who made her cry to no end? What is the world trying to imply with this scene that's making my eyes burn with jealousy... Wait, what? No! I am not jealous of a flower who just so happens to set foot in Hogwarts.

"Yo, Malfoy! You seemed to daze off back there...", Goyle sais, waving his hand, covering somehow my Granger and those two stupid idiots. I glanced back at him. "Oh, was what it that you're saying again?", I asked. I jave to keep myself from daydreaming. Geez.

"I was asking as to what is amazing being an heir and all to the Malfoy?", Goyle said, repeating it for me. I shrugged, replying, "Well, it has some pro's and con's, of course. The good thing is that, being heir is having all the riches and goods for youself. I'll also get the heirloom, no doubt. In exchange, as we all know, an heir has to be wed with a pureblood witch. No excuses".

Crabbe and Goyle nodded at my words. It was true, I need to marry a pureblood in order to get all the things I rightfully own in time. And wishing my Granger is a pureblood, otherwise it'll be the death of me. (A/N: Oh Draco, if you only knew. *smirks*)

We continued walking further, getting nowhere while we talk around. I suddenly bumped t someone, who just to be the unfortunate Weasley. "Oh, look, it's Weasley, the poor redhead who wears a handed down robe. How pathetic you look!", I said, putting on my mean and devilish look. Crabbe and Goyle asided with me, making funny comments that I didn't hear. I was too busy mesmerizing my Granger's unfathomable and radiating beauty. She is a masterpiece, I tell you.

"What's wrong with you, Malfoy? They rescued me; you didn't!", she said. I was taken back by her words. To tell you all that I'm perfectly fine is a lie. My second little lie. Well, the first little lie and probably the biggest among the little lies I've said was telling myself over and over again was that I never like her. As if.

I kept my façade on and continued, "Well, that makes you more pathetic than Weasley. It's such a shame, a brilliant witch, cries at the bathroom. Isn't it ironic? The guy who made you cry is now your friend, and now also one of the members of the Pathetic Club you're holding. Ha! Gosh, such a coincidence. You should've just called that guy who gave you that handkerchief". Crabbe snickered alongside. Hermione's eyes went as big as the saucers.

"How'd you know Blue?", she said, gasping. I get it now. She named me Blue, the color of my handkerchief I've handed to her. Too cute and innocent, my Granger.

"I have my ways. You needed his handkerchief? That just proved you're too pathetic", I said. Potter stepped in front of my flower. "If you have nothing to say Malfoy, we better get going. C'mon". With that, they walked away from my sight.

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Two whole weeks have passed and not a single sight of my Granger. If I said before that it was killing me in the inside, now it's dragging my whole body in the mantle alive. I remembered suddenly of my flower. I should see her. But dammit, it's already midnight. I snuck out, wanting to roam around so at least I can get her out of my head and get tired easily so I catch on my sleep again.

I roam around, having my lamp nearby. I got out of Hogwarts, seeing I might risk myself in having one of the professors catch me in the school premises. Something drew my attention though.

There were three students out, too. But that wasn't the thing that stole my eyes.

A ginger, wavy hair.

My Granger.

Oh, Potter and Weasley, you are so dead.