To Destroy » Dramione

|10.| Lies

Draco didn't know what the hell he was doing in Diagon Alley. After the newspaper's heading, it was probably the worst place to be. He was exposed to everyone, but he was so shook up with his emotions all over the place, he rightly didn't care. Everyone around knew Rita Skeeter was a drama creator, and he had bigger things to worry about then gossip and lies. He had to worry about Hermione and his plan. Just to encourage himself, he glances down at his arm, before lifting his sleeve slightly, exposing the mark. "It's who I am," he whispers, as he walks through the crowd of people. He needed to get some fresh air, for it helped him think.

However, because he wasn't paying attention, he happened to run into someone. "Watch where you're going!" He barks, before adjusting his shirt, only to be pulled down an alley and pushed into the side of a building by the person he ran into.

"What'd you do to her?!" Harry Potter shouts, leaving Draco speechless for a moment. Potter was the last person Draco expected to see let alone run into. "Tell me!" He shouts once again, before grabbing Malfoy by the collar.

"What are you talking about?" Draco sneers, before pushing Harry off of him.

"Bastard, you know exactly what I'm talking about! What did you do to Ginny?"

Draco had never seen Harry so furious, and it was rather intimidating. However, he tried his best to pretend it didn't bother him, and shrugged off the question.

"I didn't do anything to Weaslette," Draco scoffs. "As if she's worth my time."

"Why can't she remember today, then? Or more importantly, why can't she remember Hermione?" Harry's breathing was irradical, and Draco found himself looking for words.

"Why the bloody hell are you asking me?" Draco growls, his grey eyes wild under the dim lighting.

"You were asking around for Hermione," Harry begins, as he pulls a copy of the Daily Prophet out of his jacket. "And now, Hermione's gone, Ginny can't remember anything, and you're asking me why I'm asking you? Unbelievable." Harry wanted nothing more, than to deck Draco in the jaw, but he refrained from it.

"You don't want to know," Draco replies softly, a plan forming into his head, all the while thinking about how lovely the day will be when Potter dies by Malfoy's own hands.

"Tell me, now," Harry growls.

"Alright," Draco begins, trying his best to look innocent. "You got me, Potter. Granger and I, we've — we've been seeing each other," he lies, the words feeling like acid as they come out of his mouth. "The Daily Prophet caused She Weasel to ask questions, before finally figuring it out. In order to keep up appearances, Granger used obliviate on Weasley's memories. However, she was only supposed to obliviate their conversation — and you said she doesn't remember Granger at all?" Draco was proud of the lie he just told, he was only hoping Potter would fall for it. His words were so smooth, so flowing, that he knew there was no reason for Harry not to believe him.

"You lie!" Harry shouts, however, Draco can see a slight change in Harry's eyes, and Draco tries his best not to smirk. After all, Hermione had acted strange when she seen Draco at the Leaky Cauldron, and this memory caused Harry to remain silent, wondering if it was indeed possible.

"I mustn't tell lies. Pass my apologies to Weasel and Weaslette." Draco pushes past Harry, knowing his words hit Potter hard, also knowing that this would tear him apart. Not only him, but Ron as well, and if most of the Golden Trio was torn apart so quickly, Draco would have everything going smoother than imagined.

As Draco began to get lost among the crowd, he began to wonder if he made a mistake. Should he have lied to Potter and told him he had just killed Granger? Or should he have told Potter the truth, while leaving out where Hermione went? It was starting to bother him. After all, if he told Potter he killed Granger, it would tear Harry down without having to do the actual dirty work of destroying Granger. He could just keep her captive in the manor, pretend she was dead, and go after a broken Potter. So, why didn't you? He asks himself, suddenly regretting the lies of admitting Rita Skeeter told the truth for once. Draco didn't know why he did that, but the Daily Prophet was shoved into his face, and he panicked. That's the only excuse he thought of at the moment.