Little White Lies | Book 4

Chapter 8: New Lessons

The next morning, during breakfast, Harry had announced to Ron, Hermione, and I that he had some sort of one-on-one lesson with Dumbledore. He's been obsessing over that just about as much as he's been with Draco being up to no good. I'm about sick of hearing about both of those things. Nonetheless, I pretended to show interest in what he was saying.

"...I just want to know what he'll be teaching me. It's hard telling with that man these days, it really is." He was rambling. "Well, whatever it is, it's more than likely something to do with you being the 'Chosen One.'" I told him. "Of course it will," Hermione agreed. Ron only shrugged, swallowing a mouthful of porridge. "Could go either way, really." Harry only sighed, before standing up. "Guess we'd better head to class. By the way, Riley, meet me on the Quidditch Pitch at 8:00, Saturday night." I frowned at him, but nodded. "Alright then,"

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Saturday night finally came around. I had no idea what to expect from Harry at the moment, as he's been acting a little off lately. On my way down to the Quidditch Pitch, I ran into Draco. He wasn't looking good again. In fact, he seemed to be in tears. "Draco, what's going on?" I asked, stopping him. He looked down at me, as if two sides of him were battling whether to tell me or not. "I'm just stressed out again, that's all. I-I just don't know what to do." I hugged him, while kissing the side of his head in the process. "What do you need me to help you with? You know I'm here for you, Draco. Just tell me what you need." His arms slowly made their way around my waist, as he laid his head on my shoulder.

"I don't want your help, Riley. I don't want you to be any part of this at all. You're too good for this. You're too good for me." I pulled back, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm part of this whether you like it or not. I love you, Draco, and I hate to see you hurt. All you have to do is ask, and I'll be here to help you." Without another word, he crashed his lips onto mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

After a few minutes, I remembered that Harry had been waiting for me, and abruptly pulled back. "Draco, I'm so sorry! I told Harry I'd meet him at the Quidditch Pitch, and he's probably waiting on me! I'll talk to you later, okay?" Ignoring the confused look on his face, I kissed him one last time, before running outside.

Sure enough, Harry was there, tapping his foot on the ground, and staring up at the sky. I rushed over to him, already breathless. When he heard me coming, he looked up, and smiled a little. "I'm so sorry, Harry, I lost track of time, and--" He chuckled, and kissed me, automatically shutting me up. "It's alright, love. Anyway, are you ready for some training?" I frowned, as he handed me one of the brooms he was holding. "Training?"

"Yeah, don't you remember what I promised you when I became Captain of the team?" Oh, right. I nearly forgot about Quidditch, considering I've only seen about two matches since I've been here. "Now I remember. But, isn't it unfair that you're only training me, and no one else?" I asked. He smirked. "Of course it is, but as you can see, I love you too much to care. Shall we begin, then?" I grinned a little, and mounted my broom. "Gladly," It felt weird to have a broom under me again. But, it was also a bit comforting. It brought back all of the wonderful memories I've had while playing Quidditch. I always remember being the best Chaser on all my teams, and I hope that it can be that way again. With Voldemort back, and making trouble, who knew what laid ahead of us.

Anyway, Harry and I both kicked off the ground at the same time. We started just a few feet off the ground, so I wouldn't fall to my death. I wobbled a bit, but he grabbed my waist and held me steady. After a moment, I finally managed to balance myself, so we went higher. A light breeze blew through my hair, and grew stronger as I gained speed. "Hey, wait up!" I heard Harry call as I raced ahead of him. "Catch me if you can!" I yelled over my shoulder, now going as fast as I could. Unfortunately, Harry's Firebolt could go way faster than the Cleansweep I was using. But, by taking a few sharp twists and turns here and there, I was able to outfly him.

Finally we stopped, both of us laughing. "Looks like you've got the flying part down," Harry told me. "Let's get to work with that Quaffle."

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At about 10:00, we decided to call it a night, and head back to the common room. Harry held my hand as we walked, playfully swinging his arm. We had decided not to tell anyone about my Quidditch training, not even Ron and Hermione. I didn't see the problem with telling them, but it was best to keep the secret between us, to keep peace. But, with both Harry and Draco desperately trying to make me love them, I knew the peace wouldn't last much longer. Harry would have to find out eventually, unless I left Draco and stayed with him. I knew I wasn't capable of that. What I did know, was that I was going to have to make a choice.

But, for now, I want to focus on my new lessons.