We Met In Detention ✓

Forty-Five | Lies

~Harry's POV

"Harry, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." The person was crying.

Muscular arms were wrapped around me, and my hair was slightly damp from, I'm assuming, tears. My head hurts and my arms ache.

When I open my eyes, I see red. Literally, this time. 

Red on the floor, red on my arms, red on their arms. Red.

Blood red.

Fuck.

None of this was a horrible nightmare. It was all real. I'm not hallucinating or anything- I checked by pinching myself.

"Harry?"

I froze, hoping that my stillness would make the person think I'm still unconscious, and eventually go to sleep or leave so I can finish what I started.

Or...

I could grab their wand and make a run, or shall I say, jump for it. Take three, and third times a charm, right?

"Harry, I'm not stupid, I know you're awake."

Am I?

Or is this all a hallucination?

What if this is just a simulation and we're all being controlled by people who are laughing at my misfortune right now? 

Is any of this real?

Am I real?

If I died, would I respawn? Maybe, just maybe, I'd respawn with a better life and no memory of this one. Maybe then I'd want to live.

Ah, who am I kidding. In no life of mine would I ever want to live.

"Potter."

Potter? Is that me?

"I'm not Potter." 

Lies.

Now what the fuck was that response. I'm not Potter, please. Who am I fooling? Not me, not this person, with very muscular arms.

Is it cheating on Draco to be enjoying these arms around mine?

Oh no, I'm cheating.

"Erm, sir, please remove your arms from mine, I'm taken." I say, dead sirius. 

The arms move and I'm spun to face said person.

"Oh hello taker." 

"Harry."

"Harry Hook. What a fine, fine man." Oh no, am I cheating again? 

Steel eyes bore into mine and I look away, feeling slightly self-conscious. "Potter, look at me."

Damn man, since when did the Astronomy Tower get so astronomy-y. 

Has this tower always been so tower-y.

"Potter."

Man these bricks are bricks.

Woah look at the floor. It's a floor. What a floor.

"Stop looking everywhere but at me."

"Pshh, what do you mean. I would never."

Lies.

"Potter." Draco gently grabs my face, my eyes meeting mine yet again. Concern has mixed in with the grey, and he looks like he's aged somehow due to stress.

"Malfoy." I reply.

He frowns. "Are we going to talk about what I saw on your arms, then what you just tried to do, twice?"