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Lies. by Fallingstar
Chapter 5 : True Love Doesn't Exist
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Kira couldn't believe her luck. She was lucky enough to somehow successfully ignore Harry throughout breakfast. There were a number of times when Harry had cleared his throat, about to say something to her. She was especially proud of how she was able to start a conversation with Hermione each time, cutting him off. As a result, Harry spent most of his time chatting with Ron, glancing every so often at Kira as they discussed who was more likely to make the Quidditch team this year.

She was lucky enough to avoid Ron's being suspicious. He was confused at how Kira seemed to be abnormally silent throughout breakfast, but what had really shocked him, was how little she had eaten. In fact, aside from her regular pumpkin juice, she had only a piece of buttered toast, before saying that she wasn't hungry. Whether it was because Ron was being extremely considerate, or if he just didn't know how to react, (although really it was probably the latter), he chose to look past these facts, stuffing himself with scrambled eggs, toast with strawberry jam, and the another fresh blueberry muffin.

She wasn't lucky enough to have completely escaped Hermione though. The girl gave her a look before saying, "We need to talk."

Kira had merely nodded, resigned. It wasn't that she was avoiding Hermione anyways. Even if she hadn't noticed, Kira probably would have gone up to her and talked with her anyways. It felt odd not talking to Harry, and who else was she going to go to, if not Hermione? "After class," she murmured, as they went into Potions.

Automatically, she went to sit next to Draco. "Morning, Draco," she said, a smile coming naturally as soon as she saw him.

"Why on earth are you happy for double Potions?" Draco groaned, taking out his textbook.

"It is one of the only classes I spend time with you," Kira said, not really thinking about her answer.

"In love with me already?" Draco teased. He found it unbelievable that talking with her could come so easily.

"In your dreams, dear," she answered.

"I'm not anyone's 'dear'," he started to say, but before he could get any further, Snape had begun speaking. "Today we'll, excuse me, I meant you'll, be allowed to continue your potions project. I know that for a fact that most of you haven't even started yet, but for the rest of you, you should use this time wisely."

Draco looked over to Kira. "I suppose you haven't started the research for the Polyjuice potion yet?"

Kira blushed. "I didn't exactly think we'd need it for class today."

"Tsk tsk, second time in a row. Now what are we going to do with you?" Draco said, laughing softly as he sat down. She never really noticed, but he had a rather nice laugh. Rounded and soft, it took away from the cutting edge he usually had.

"Maybe you should do the research then," she said, stubbornly.

"Alright, alright. You can do it later," he said with a small shudder, not wanting to spend his time in the library. Honestly, that librarian really had it in for him. The last time he had gone in, she had followed him with her eyes the whole time, like a hawk eyeing its prey. It was creepy to say the least, not that he would tell anyone that he was just a little scared of the librarian.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked, with a sigh. "We can't work on the Amortentia potion for another six days or so, and we can't start the Polyjuice potion without the actual recipe."

He pulled out some parchment. "We'll just get started on the Amortentia essay. It should be simple enough." Kira nodded, before taking out some parchment of her own. As she was dipping her quill into the ink, Draco's voice came again. "What's your favorite Quidditch team?"


"You heard me. I'm 'getting to know you better'," he said, complete with air quotes and all.

"The Chudley Cannons," she answered.

"You've got to be kidding," he said, shaking his head. "The Cannons? They never win," he said.

"Oh, trust me, this is their year," she said optimistically. A couple of years ago, if anyone had told her that the Cannons would be the team she'd support, she'd laugh nonstop. But after nearly two years of hearing Ron talking on and on about the Cannons, she quickly became their supporter as well.

"They won't make it to the finals," he said, dismissively.

"You didn't just say that," Kira said, turning to look at him.

"What if I did?" Draco said, looking back at her.

"What team do you support then?" Kira asked.

Draco turned back to his parchment, writing down a few words in his neat scrawl. "The Holyhead Harpies."

Kira gave him a weird look. "Draco… you know they're a girls team… right?"

"So? They're great at playing," he defended. "Have you seen their seeker? You should have seen the feint she pulled last summer. She definitely had the others fooled. It was absolutely amazing," he said, before stopping abruptly.

"Wow, I'm impressed Draco," Kira said, laughing softly.

"Not funny," he muttered, embarrassed now. Snape passed by their table, and for awhile they both wrote in silence. After awhile, Draco frowned at his paper, trying to think of how to continue. "What are some of the characteristics of the potion again?"

"Well, anyone around it would immediately smell what most appeals to them," she stated, as she scanned some of her notes. "Why would anyone want to make a love potion anyways?" she asked, putting down her quill.

Draco sighed. "The name's kind of self explanatory, isn't it? It's a love potion."

"Not what I meant. But the love it makes, it isn't, well, real. In the end, it wouldn't really mean anything, would it?"

"Getting philosophical there, aren't you? Make sure you don't damage those brain cells you have left," Draco couldn't resist saying. Kira scowled, but then he continued, serious for once. "Does it matter? The guy will still get the girl, and the girl will be happy with him," he said.

"But it isn't true love," she insisted.

"I don't believe in love," he said simply, leaning back in his chair. "Or true love, whatever you want to call it."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Are you really surprised? People, they don't usually marry for love, do they? They marry for money, to make the family line stronger and all that. Keep the family going," he said, matter-of-factly.

"What about the others? The ones that really do marry each other because of love?" she persisted.

"And how often does that happen?"

Kira thought back to her own family, to the families she had seen. Suddenly she was reminded of the parties that she had been forced to attend as a child, the cold expressions the ladies had shown her. She remembered the scandalous gossip she had caught, if only because they hadn't expected a young girl to be listening in. She remembered the way that the women had been paraded around, as ornaments on the proud men's hands, shiny trophies that they were happy to own. "Not very often," she said finally.

"Exactly what I mean," he said, before writing down a few other words. "What about you?"

"Hmm?" she asked, lost in her own thoughts.

"You. Do you believe in true love?"

Kira laughed softly, before thinking. "Do I believe it exists? Yes. Fine, maybe most of us won't find it, but it still exists. I'm just hoping that I'll be one of the lucky ones that do find it."

Draco looked at her, curious again. "And how do you know it exists?"

"I don't," she said simply. "But the world would be an awfully grim place without it, don't you think?"

Again he was lost for an answer. "I don't get you, White," he muttered.

"You don't have to," she answered. "And you're supposed to call me Kira, remember?"

"Alright, alright. Kira it is," he mumbled. Most of the rest of the class was spent in silence. If it had been with anyone else, she would have found it awkward. Instead, this silence was peaceful, and before long the class was over, and her essay half complete.

"See you later, Draco," she said, cheerfully, stating to leave the classroom.

"See you," Draco replied. His essay was nearly complete, but somehow he couldn't get his mind away from what they had discussed during class. A love potion. He scoffed. Was Snape trying to play a joke on him? Of all the potions he could choose, he simply had to choose the strongest love potion known to the Wizarding world. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

Kira had planned to talk to Hermione right after Potions class. But somehow Neville had come over, happily discussing with her the properties of this new plant he had read about in the book that Professor Sprout had lent him. Kira listened, slightly awed by how Neville could seem so at ease when speaking about plants. When it came to Potions however, he would simply lose all speech skills. After Charms, they were interrupted yet again, this time by Luna, who wanted them to read the latest edition of the Quibbler. And so it continued through the rest of the morning. They didn't get a chance to talk until after the day's classes, when they finally decided to use the time before dinner to finish up their potions research.

"I just can't believe he would say that to me, Hermione," Kira said, as she paced in the library. During the time it had taken Hermione to persuade the librarian to allow them into the Restricted section (something that wasn't too hard, since the librarian absolutely adored Hermione), Kira had successfully described everything that had happened within the Owlery to her best friend. As for Ron, he had already fallen asleep at a nearby table, his potion book open to the same page he had started on.

"Are you mad at him then?" Hermione asked, looking for the potions book that had helped them in second year.

"Yes! Of course!" she answered quickly, turning back to Hermione. Then she quickly blurted again, "Well not really, I mean, oh I don't know."

"You don't know?" Hermione repeated, before going, "Found it. It's this one," she said, as she pulled down a revolting book that seemed to be coming apart at the seams. She pulled the book into her lap and starting flipping through, sitting down on the floor.

Kira shook her head, before coming closer, sitting next Hermione to look at the potions book. "Harry's… always been like a brother to me. Kind of like Daniel, but closer in some ways, you know? I can't remember the last time we actually fought."

"How was the meeting with him last night anyways? You two seemed to be getting along this morning too," Hermione said, thinking.

Kira smiled at this. "I told you, he's a really nice guy."

"Hmph, or so you say," Hermione said in disbelief.

"Draco and I have decided to be friends," she said, extremely proud of this fact.

"You're calling him Draco now?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Anything wrong with that?" she asked, uncomfortable.

"Well no. But seriously? Malfoy said he wanted to be friends with you?"

"Not… exactly. I suggested it, and well, we agreed in the end," Kira admitted.

"Can't wait to see how that'll end up."

"Stop being so pessimistic, Hermione," Kira said as she rolled her eyes.

"Alright alright. I'll support… whatever friendship thing you have going on with the ferret." Before Kira could complain, she switched topics again. "Going back to Harry… he's just trying to protect you," Hermione said, turning to look at her friend.

"From what? Malfoy? 'Mione, you know we're just working together for the project. And even if we do become great friends and all, it's not like he's actually going to do anything major to me, so I don't get why Harry's so upset about the whole thing."

"Well I know that, but maybe he doesn't. Plus, you can't really blame him, he's always been overly protective over you."

"But why? I can't really see him overreacting if you were the one paired with Malfoy," Kira asked.

"Well I'm not you, am I?" Seeing how that didn't make sense to Kira, she continued. "You seriously haven't noticed?" Hermione asked, giving her a weird look.

"Noticed what?" Kira asked, confused.

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh. "Honestly, I swear you can be as clueless as Ron sometimes."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't think about that for now. You'll find out soon enough," Hermione said, shaking her head again. "Anyways, what's the main reason that you're so mad at him? We all know that the guys can be idiots sometimes, and you've never really gotten mad at him before."

Kira leaned her head back against one of the bookshelves. "Do you agree with him? That just because someone's parents are Death Eaters, they'll turn out to be evil as well?"

"Harry said he didn't mean you, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but, do you?"

Hermione was silent for a moment. "I think it all comes down to choice in the end, doesn't it? Sirius chose to go against his family. Regulus didn't. Malfoy likes and agrees with a lot of his parents ideals, doesn't he? And you certainly aren't following your parents either. You're in Gryffindor for a reason."

"But I'm not a Sirius," Kira said, softly. "I'm not… as brave as him, as strong as him. You know me… I'm still trying to please my parents after all this time."

"But you're still choosing to be friends with us, aren't you? And you're against all of the Death Eater ideas, aren't you? No one blames you for wanting your parents to like you, Kira. It's only natural. But you, you've chosen your side, haven't you?" Hermione turned, giving her a small hug. "And we all know that."

Kira smiled, immediately feeling better. "Thanks Hermione. I needed that."

"What are friends for?" Hermione said, grinning. "Now about that potion…"

So caught up in their work, the girls would have missed dinner altogether, had it not been for Ron. Ron had woken up in dismay, seeing his incomplete potions research.

"I'm doomed," he moaned, as they walked down towards dinner.

Kira laughed. "What did you expect? Your work to just finish by itself while you were happily sleeping away?"

"How can you even feel like eating without getting any work done?" Hermione asked in disapproval.

"We've already missed half of dinner," he grumbled. "Without me, you guys would have starved. And you know I can't get any work done with an empty stomach."

"You never get any work done," Hermione muttered.

"Oh I'm so sorry that I can't be as perfect as you," Ron said, mockingly.

"And I'm so sorry, that-" Hermione began, before being cut off by Kira.

"Quiet you guys. We're here," she said, rolling her eyes. It was cute, watching the two of them bicker, but sometimes it could get to be a little too much. The smells that wafted from the Great Hall were mouthwatering. Quickly she grabbed a seat at the Gryffindor table. She started filling her plate, pulling off a juicy chicken leg, before adding some rolls to the plate.

"This is so good," she said, with a sigh of content.

"I know right?" Ron tried to say, but it ended up coming out more as "I hore aight?", his own mouth being full with chicken.

"Ron! I told you so many times already! Don't talk with your mouth full," Hermione said with a sigh.

Kira had been about to reach for some of the sweet corn, when someone said, "Move over." She moved to the left, to find Daniel sitting on her right.

"Aren't you kind of at the wrong table?" Kira said, before noticing some of the steak in front of her. "Oh, this looks really good too," she said, helping herself to some.

"The guys are being idiots back there," he said, shaking his head.

"Hey Daniel," Hermione said, grinning.

"Slytherins are always idiots," Ron muttered, before quickly saying, "Except for you of course. I have no clue why you're in that house." And true, Daniel was the only Slytherin Ron could actually stand on a daily basis. True, Ryan and Tristan, Daniel's friends, weren't bad, but there was something about them being in Slytherin that just threw Ron off.

"Hey Hermione, Ron. And Kira, we never get a chance to talk! How do you expect me to survive without you, my brilliant sister?" he asked overdramatically.

"Oh be quiet you. People are starting to stare," she hissed. But she needn't have worried too much about that. Most of the table was already used to Daniel's random antics, and dinner continued normally. "What are you up to?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well, if you really want to know, the guys are getting ready."

"Another prank, Daniel?" Hermione asked, frowning. "You know Ron and I are prefects this year, and-"

"Relax, Hermione. It's not going to be on Gryffindor for once. The Ravenclaws won't know what hit them," he said, smirking. Daniel filled his plate with fries, adding an enormous amount of ketchup, before sighing. "I can already see it."

"Ready for tryouts tomorrow?" Ron asked, changing the subject.

Kira groaned. "Oh no, tryouts," she muttered. "I almost forgot about them."

"Slytherin tryouts are next week," Daniel corrected. "We figured we could give you Gryffindors a head start."

"Right, do I need to remind you guys that you lost last year?" Kira retorted.

Daniel shook his head. "Those are just minor details, little sis. Can't you feel it? We're in for a real change this year. I'm telling you, with two new beaters and Montague as our captain, nothing will stop us," he said confidently. "And plus, I've thought out some new tactics over the summer. Absolutely foolproof. I mean, I have it all figured out. If we just pull together our defense, and-"

"Breathe, Dan. Breathe," Kira said, cutting off his Quidditch spiel. She knew if she let him go on, he wouldn't stop for awhile. Daniel was quite sensible usually, but when it came to Quidditch, the boy was absolutely obsessed.

"Why are you worried, Kir? You've made it in ever since third year, and Angelina's not going to lose a Chaser like you," Hermione said, shaking his head.

"'Mione's right. You'll do fine. I'm the one that's doomed," Ron groaned.

"You're trying out this year?"

"Well at least you're trying out this year, Ron. And I've seen you play at the Burrow. You'll do fine," Kira said. "They need another Keeper anyways.

"Easy for you to say," he muttered.

"Oy! White!" Both Kira and Daniel turned towards the Slytherin table, as someone came up. "We're ready, hurry up already! Oh hey Kira."

"Don't let him get into too much trouble, Ryan," Kira said, grinning.

"Oh we won't," Tristan said, smirking. "We're too good to be caught."

"Why is it that all of your friends are just as arrogant as you?" Kira asked, rolling her eyes. Not that she would ever admit it, she thought Ryan was kind of cute in that way. Of course, he probably only saw her as a little sister. And then again, none of her relationships really lasted long, but that was probably her own fault.

"You know you love it," he teased. "And that's my cue to leave," Daniel said, finishing up his fries before standing up. "See you later, Kir! And try not to miss me too much," he joked, before following the guys.

"He's impossible," Kira said, shaking her head.

"He's pretty cool, if you ask me," Ron said, before passing her a slice of apple pie. "It's really really good."

"Don't encourage her, Ron," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Do you know how much sugar she's had just tonight? How much food?"

"No we're not going to start on how I'm going to get fat in the next few months again," Kira said. Food was just too good to ignore. "Thanks Ron." Kira just started searching the table for some pumpkin juice, a heavenly drink that she would never get tired of, when a goblet appeared right in front of her face. "Thanks," she said, taking the juice from the person, before noticing that it was Harry.

"I'm really sorry about before," he began, talking extremely fast. "I really overreacted, and you know I didn't mean to, and fine, you can go meet Malfoy if you want. I'm not going to try to stop you, because you're completely right-"

"Harry-" Kira tried to cut in.

"And really it's your life like you said. I can't control you. But Kira, please don't be mad at me, I was just-"


"Worried about you, really. And I promise I won't do it again. In fact, I'll-"


"What?" he asked. "I'm trying to apologize here!"

"I'm not mad at you!" Kira said.

"Well if you just listen to me-, wait, you're not?" Harry asked, incredulous.

"I'm not," she said, seriously, before suddenly finding the situation completely hilarious, bursting out into laugher. "Completely forgiven."

"Well, in that case…" Harry trailed off, blushing slightly. He ran his fingers through his hair again, before laughing along.

"Hold on, what'd I miss?" Ron asked, completely confused from the exchange just went on between the two of them.

"Ron, just forget about it," Hermione said. "Eat your dinner."

"Wait, you knew about this? How come I'm always the last to know?" Ron complained, before taking another bite out of the chicken.

"Because you never pay attention," Harry said, laughing again. He sat down as if nothing had happened, and they continued eating. After several arguments about the best band in the Wizarding world, jokes about Umbridge, and exchanging the latest gossips that had circulated around the castle, dinner was soon over, and the four parted ways.


Yes, this was a really fast update. This is mostly because that a lot of this was supposed to be in the previous chapter, but I decided that the chapter would be way too long if I kept it there. Cassidy98 suggested with a review that Hermione and Daniel make more appearances and there they are. Thanks for reading, and please leave a review if you can. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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