More Than My Experiment

Chapter 11: I'm. Not. A. Child.

"Malfoy? Are you okay over there?" Harry asked. He was worried because it had been almost three minutes and he heard nothing from Malfoy's corner. The volunteer had already left, and usually Malfoy would have sent in the next person. Maybe he took another five minute break and just didn't tell me? No, that doesn't make sense. Harry's thoughts were contradicting themselves. He stood up from his chair, meaning to check on Malfoy, when he heard the doctor's voice.

"Yes. I'm fine. Sorry about that." Malfoy said, "I was... monitoring data."

Harry recognized the lie, he could tell when Malfoy wasn't telling the truth. He never thought anything of that. Even when Ron had pointed out that it was weird that Harry knew that Malfoy was lying, but he couldn't tell if Ron was.

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"I'm your best mate. See, I told you, you were obsessed." Ron had said.

"I'm not obsessed now, and I never was." Harry defended.

"Sureeeee, you weren't." Ron teased.

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Harry still didn't think that there was anything wrong with being able to tell if your enemy was lying. It was good for arguments and things. He brushed it off. There had to be a reason for Malfoy to lie, and if there was something that he didn't want Harry to know, then fine.

"The next volunteer is going to be on the younger side." Malfoy said, and readopting his 'mind-reading techniques' he answered Harry's unspoken concerns, "And don't worry Potter, they are above age limits."

Harry sighed. There were only 4 categories left. And then he had to go home. Although he hated getting kissed by people that he didn't know, and though he loved his friends, it just didn't feel right to kiss them. He really didn't want to leave. With a sigh, he accepted his fate and waited for the door to open.

A girl with bright red pigtails walked in. Her hair was tied up with two huge bows and she was smiling brightly. Harry was worried that Malfoy might've been lying. There was absolutely no way that this girl was older than 18. He looked at Malfoy, who smiled and rolled his eyes. Harry turned back around.

The girl reached Harry and introduced herself. "Hello!" She said cheerily, "I'm Layla. And you're Harry Potter, everyone knows that. Anyways, I'm going to kiss you now. And you could at least try to not look so uncomfortable."

Her sentences were quick and to the point. All that she said was in a single breath. Harry was very uncomfortable, but he tried to smile. The girl gave him a look, "That didn't really do much." She said disapprovingly. Then she leaned in, kissed him, and skipped away.

"You should work on your smiling Mr. Potter." She said.

Harry was speechless. What was that? He thought. Malfoy was laughing from the corner.

"You should see your face Potter." He said. "Ha! That's great."

"Why don't you take a picture if you like it that much then?" Harry grumbled, embarrassed,

"Well Potter, if I knew how to take a picture without magic, I certainly would." Malfoy shot back.

And just like that, they were transported back to Hogwarts with memories of petty fights and arguments.

Chapter 12: Best Mates Make the Best Dates:

"Okay then Potter. If you thought that was bad, can't wait to see your reaction to this one. I for one think it will be hilarious." Malfoy said.