I Never Thought....

I Must Not Tell Lies

"Ah Potter fancy meeting you here" Draco said with a sly little smirk

"I Should be asking you that" Harry said hoping he can out smart Malfoy. "Your the one just outside my common room.

Harry stared into my eyes with a playful smirk on his face and I couldn't quite say the words that were dancing on the tip of my tongue.

"Cat got your tongue Malfoy?" Harry teased.

"Pfft n-no, I was actually just coming to say have fun at your detention with Umbridge" Draco laughed.

Harry was confused on why Draco was here but he didn't let Malfoy see his confusion. Draco and Harry fell silent for a small moment, looking into each other's desirable eyes...Draco's cheeks went a light color of pink. Harry noticed but didn't say anything...

"I've got to go Scarhead, see you... hopefully never" He laughed only to cover up his embarrassment.

~ Draco POV ~

Why did I blush and especially at Potter, the Harry Potter!!! What's going on with me lately, i hate him and always will..... but those eyes..... those emerald eyes....

WHAT! no! what am I thinking, this is Potter, Scarhead, Potty. Bloody hell Draco stop thinking about him.

~ Harry POV ~

It was weird how Malfoy just walked off and why on earth did his cheeks go a bit pink. I mean it is a bit hot, well i feel hot so maybe that's why.

I need to get going before bloody Umbridge makes me have another detention.

~ 3rd person POV ~

Harry continued down the stairs making his way to Professor Umbridge's office, he was not keen. He was at her door about to knock but he thought, "its just Umbridge so why the bloody hell should I knock?". Harry strutted into the room but soon slowed to a stop. Her office was completely pink, pink chair, desk, carpet and even the walls. There was about 20 plates on the wall with small kittens in them hissing at Harry. He cringed and just took a seat in the rather uncomfortable chair.

Soon a the door opened with a creak to reveal the one and only Professor Umbridge, Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. She was glaring at harry and gave him a piece of parchment and a quill.

"I already have a quill" Harry stated.

"This one is better" she replied with a rather creepy smile.

There was no ink too dip the quill in but she said he won't be needing it. Towering over Harry, Umbridge looked down on him and told him to write "I must not tell lies" until she said he can stop.

Harry glared at her with all his might. "I didn't tell lies though, i only spoke the truth Professor" he said with a mean face.

"I will not tolerate your Behaviour Mr Potter, so start writing or there will be worst punishment" she answer very sternly.

Harry began to write but there was a tingling sensation in his right hand, it wasn't painful at first but then it began to burn. The more he wrote the more pain he felt. Harry looked at his hand and saw blood dripping off his wrist. On his hand it stated the words he wrote down, "I must not tell lies".

That bloody bitch, he thought! Before he could say anything another shot of pain ran through his arm all the way down to his finger tips. It hurt so bad. All harry could do was stare at Umbridge with a nasty looking face, thinking; What on earth is wrong with this lady. She has issues, clearly he thought, this is no way to punish a student.

Standing up, eyes still death staring Umbridge.

"What is this!" He let out a cry of pain. "What is wrong with you, are you a freaken mental patient?"

"Mr Potter! Don't you dare call me that!"

"I hope you learned your lessen about... telling lies" She said with a smile.

Shivers ran down Harry's spine, he walked towards the door and as he turned the handle, Umbridge told him to wait for her to come before he just walks in next time. Harry ignored her and continued to leave, his blood boiling in anger and pain.

Slowly making his way down the corridor, when he heard voice. He froze but let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Hermione and Ron.

"Harry! how was detention?" she asked with a worried face.

"it was fine" harry said with a straight face.

Ron saw harry holding is hand and got a bit suspicious, in closer inspection he noticed that there was blood. Hermione clearly saw what he was looking at because her eyes widened and she yanked my hand.

"Harry James Potter! What is this!?" She asked very concerned.

"What the bloody hell happened in there?" Ron asked.

Harry kept telling them it was nothing and he was fine but they kept bugging him all the way to the Gryffindor common room. Harry gave in and explained everything that happened at his detention... except the Malfoy encounter before.

"That bloody bitch" Ron cried out.

"Exactly what I said mate" Harry stated.

"Harry it doesn't look good... let me bandage it up for you" she said sympathetically.

The boy who lived allowed Hermione to wrap his wound in cloth so the bleeding would stop. Later that night Harry was tossing and turning during his sleep, sweating piously.

~ Harrys POV ~

I wake up with a jolt but surprisingly calmly and reach for my glasses which are sitting on my bed side table, but as I go to grab them a cold hand grabs my hand back. I look up and see... Draco?. I am so confused.

"Malfoy, w-what are you doing?" I ask hesitantly.

He doesn't seem to hear me and continues to come closer to my face, wriggling and squirming trying to break free of his strong grip. I stop.. but why... its like he put a spell on me. He sits up which I'm relieved about but he starts to unbutton his shirt very slowly. Malfoy was staring at me with his big silver eyes, with a seductive smirk on his face and soon his shirt was off, revealing his toned abs and pale skin. I was unable to talk; however my eyes were glued to his body.

"My face is up here potter" Draco said which a cheeky smirk while one hand was pushing his messy hair back.

His hair looks much better messy, I must admit and at this very moment he looked..... gorgeous. Wait! what am I thinking, this is Draco Malfoy, I roll my eyes.

Too distracted to notice what he was doing, a cold shiver is sent up my stomach and I realize that Draco was coming closer as he put his hand up my shirt. I try to push it off but I can't. I start breathing very heavily as he straddles his legs over me which now rest on either side of my hips. He leans in, inches away from my face. I start to panic and breath extremely heavily.

"Malfoy! get off!" I yell "Stop!"

Just as his lips were about to touch mine...

End of chapter 4!!!!

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