"Lies" [Draco Malfoy Fanfiction]

Chapter 25

Narrator

"Wake up, Draco!", a loud and rough voice said next to Draco, who was still asleep and didn't had the nerves to stand up, after everything that happened yesterday. "Shut Up", he screamed and slammed the door for his somehow girlfriend. "I want to be alone!", he cried when he thought no one could here him, the death of Lydia was still in him, despite the fact that it has been yesterday. As much as he wanted to change his life to the good side, he knew he couldn't. That greasy old man would make him and do whatever possible. After ringing with himself, the boy who lost his love decided to take this day as an opportunity to cherish Lydia. "I will go to her favourite places, talk to her friends and do whatever would have make her happy"

But while striking towards the Great Hall the atmosphere wasn't how he expected it to be, everybody (everybody who was truly happy) had a smile on their face or at least not a sad crying face. He didn't care that these people weren't sad but that Lydia's own friends were smiling and laughing bothered him. "What do think you're doing?", Draco had run towards Hermione and Ginny, who were truly surprised by the visit of the Slytherin Prince. "Walking and now get out of our way!", fired Ginny and pushed Draco a bit to the side. "Why arent you as sad as I am? I mean Lydia is-", Draco started but got interrupted by someone, someone he knew too good to not stare at her. "What is with Lydia? Don't dare talk to her, you broke her heart once, another time and you're dead"

It couldnt be why was Lydia the girl of his dreams walking down the corridor, did he started to hallucinate her? Now, there is only one thing left to do for Draco. He needed to know if she was real or if he was only imagining her.

"Lydia?", he whispered as he got close enough. "Lydia, talk to me. Are you real?". His hand got closer to her so pale neck, he couldn't but notice the bruises over her neck. "Lydia?", he nervously repeated. "Look I am so sorry about everything, I need you", he confessed coming even closer. For Lydia, it felt like she was torn apart. On one hand she wanted to forgive Draco and on the other she knew he would going to hurt her again. Whatever she decided on she would end up hurt. "Lydia, say something"
Heavy breathing came from both of them, making this scene more uncomfortable than it would have been without.

"Draco", she managed to say, "I don't know how to react to this to be fucking honest..", was muggle English really the right way to talk to Draco? "You have given me the rest to go insane, when you literally hurt me to physically and mentally. For now I can't be sure if I can ever forgive you for that, I mean I have loved you but I am not sure if I still love you. Like I am not saying this to hurt you or anything, I am saying this because it is the truth." Despite her harsh words she leaned closer to the Slytherin Prince and he of course took this opportunity to move his lips closer to hers'. Bam, the sharp sound of skin crashing onto skin echoed through the small and dark room, "Not with me Draco, don't think you can pull this off, on me. I am stronger than you think. Even though I am a mudblood in your eyes".

Draco muttered something under his painful breathing but Lydia was too engaged in the words she choose,

"I am way smarter than you, you won't even know when I am coming at you before I take every single piece out if you."

With that she turnt heel and left Draco in disbelief and sadness behind. "I love you", he gasped as the heavy wooden door fell into lock behind Lydia.

More than surprised by her own acting, Lydia walked past the Great Hall right to the calming Lake, where she indeed has spent some time thinking and writing on music. Once she has arrived she laid onto the fresh mown grass. Now, a thousand feet away from Hogwarts knowing that nobody would search for her since they all were busy enough eating their scrambled eggs, she let all of her feelings out. Why was she so complicated? Why couldn't she let Draco back into her heart? Two of many questions running through her poor brain. "why can't I just be happy with my life?", she screamed out on the open sea. The high pitched scream has woken some merpeople letting them swim up to the top. If Lydia hadn't seen them before during the Triwizard Tournament two years ago, she would have gotten a heart attack and died. But however she was used to their unusual faces and appearance. "what was that, I may ask.", Colin Creevey, a fifth year with crazy blonde hair and a very special lot of love for Harry, asked. So special he gets on his poor nerves all the time, the couple of days he was petrified during the second year, when Harry defended the Basilisk, have been the most calming days ever since. There hasn't been a day without "Hi Harry" or "You are my hero Harry" since then.

"No you are not allowed to ask Colin, go away", Lydia did not play games when she was sad or angry, anyone that got near her was being hissed at or completely ignored. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you screaming and I wanted to look for you", crazy blonde boy replied, surprisingly surprised. "I don't want anyones help, go away and annoy Harry like always.", she screamed at the poor crazy blonde boy. Little clear tear fell out of the poor crazy blonde boys eyes, just in time to make Lydia feel sorry. She wrapped her weak arms around the poor crazy blonde boy and told him that she was sorry, that she was in bad mood and tried figure herself out.

14:00 o'clock, DADA classes with Snape. "Gosh, I can't anymore. So many classes and so many things to do.", Dean complained, while trying to manage all the books in one hand.

"Tell me something different, Snape gave me three month of detention for being cheeky. I have cleaned his labour two times already, don't ask me what I found there. Two human skills and a photo album of his time at Hogwarts. Sadly he game in to check on me before I could look inside."

The silvery opal book with the label "Hogwarts' 70's" caught Lydia's attention, it was creepy to want to know about her teachers youth. Was he always the git he is now? Or why does he never shower? But for know she had to put her mind from Snape's private life to Snape's class.

Twenty minutes in and Snape had already picked on Lydia more than four times. "Miss Thomson, don't you think that your three months of detentions are enough? Or do you want to spend your holidays at school?", the git provoked Lydia. "Well, back to the topic. Mister Malfoy, what can you remember if the crucial curse.". The classroom broke off, it was known everywhere that his aunt Bellatrix Lestrange used this curse on multiple people, including Neville's parent, who went mental and are hospitalizued in St. Mungos.

"The cruciatus curse is used on enemies. It creates incredible pain, making the body of the victim hurt so bad that the victim can't move but cry out a heavy scream.", he began to explain, "You have to really want to hurt the other person to make them feel the complete amount of pain. Otherwise it feels just like a tiny pain rushing through the victims body."

When Draco was done explaining the most cruel curse there is, at least that is what Lydia thinks, the class seemed to be even more quieter than before." Thank you Draco. For homework, I want you to write in the pairs, I will tell you about, how to deflect the cruciatus curse. Two meters each"

That was alot despite all the other homework Lydia had to do and the three month detention with Snape on her shoulders. "For God's sake please let me be in a group with some of my friends.", she pleaded in the inside of her cloak.

"So here we go listen closely I won't say it again.
Zabini and Finnigan
Ravenswood and Thewlis"

Lydia had to wait until Snape finally put her name into his mouth, "Thomson and Malfoy, I want this tomorrow worm on it today or get 2 weeks extra detention", the last part was directly directed at Lydia, but everybody already knew that.

"Kill me, five hours plus spending time with Malfoy"