Harry’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Riddle in desperate shock, hoping to see he was joking. He was not. Harry closed his eyes with a groan and thumped his head against the wall. "Bollocks." He was never drinking again. "We’ve got to go back in there and tell them the truth." He didn’t know which would be more painful; looking Malfoy in the eye and admitting he’d lied and hadn’t given Riddle a watch, or once again facing the noise of the Great Hall, which would surely split his aching head in two. The thought alone was enough to make him whimper.