Title: Hybrid Lies
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com (will be changing come mid summer)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, never did.
Summary: Draco has to choose between destiny's, and I don't mean good and evil. Either path can kill him. Can Hermione's intellect save the day? Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny are caught up in it, not knowing about the Malfoy's history…H/D G/H
A/N: I might write this with two endings, or just write another leech fic.
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Draco stared at his parents from where he sat on the train. Another year at Hogwarts was about to begin. Another year of politics.
His father turned, and walked back to the car. But Mrs. Malfoy stood there, gazing at him with a mother's tenderness. She was worried about him, and he knew why. He heard the door side open, but didn't even glance in that direction. He wanted to look at his mother for as long as possible, even though his eyes were already burning from the sunlight.
She wouldn't be there to help him go through the change, and he would need all the help he could get. He was sixteen, and showing the signs of any teenage boy going through puberty. He also showed the signs of becoming something not entirely human…
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Hermione was there early. Harry and Ron hadn't arrived yet. She guessed something happened at the Burrow. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley must VERY glad that they now only had two kids going to school. Well, three, counting Harry who was practically family.
So she boarded the scarlet train, and started looking for a place to sit. Some of them were already occupied, and since they preferred privacy, she looked for more empty ones. She found the first empty one, and juggling Crookshank's cage, opened the door. As she stepped inside, she almost dropped the cage in shock.
There sat Malfoy, staring out the window. Alone. Where were Crabbe and Goyle? He didn't even seem to notice her entrance. Odd.
She tip-toed up behind him, and looked out the window, just in time to see his mother. Another thing that amazed her, was that Mrs. Malfoy didn't look like she had dung under her nose. At the moment, she looked like a normal mother, seeing her child off.
The older woman glanced at Hermione, smiled, then waved to her son before walking off. Little did she know that Mrs. Malfoy was hoping that Hermione could help her son.
A mewing hiss startled both Hermione and Draco. For the first time, he turned to see who entered his compartment. He looked wearily at her, his face drawn and pale.
"What do you want Granger?" There was no spite in his voice.
"Are you okay, Malfoy? You don't look so good."
"You sure know how to compliment a guy. Where's Potty and Weasel?"
"Not here yet. Something must have come up."
Draco looked as if he were about to say something, but a yowl interrupted him. Crookshanks was NOT a happy camper. She looked to see that she had closed the door, before opening the cage. An orange blur stormed out of the cage, and circled the room a few times before calming down.
The cat eyed both Draco and Hermione, before leaping up onto Draco's lap. The large ginger cat sniffed him, circled him, before coming to the conclusion that he was okay. He then sat up against the pale boy's lap, and commenced cleaning.
A silver blond eyebrow went up. "I didn't know you had a cat, Granger. Makes you seem more human."
"You talking like that, makes YOU seem PARTLY human."
Hermione watched as he frowned at that comment, and started to pet the cat with long slender fingers. "You don't know how right you are, Granger."
"I didn't know you were a cat person." His silvery blues flickered over to her.
"Your not suppose to." He said almost lazily.
Hermione raised an arched eyebrow. Sometimes, he acted like a cat himself. He glanced away.
"So, tell me. Has Weasel or Potter grown at all? It was quite hilarious last year, to see you towering over them."
Hermione felt a small smile on her face. She giggled, as she glanced out of the window.
"I haven't seen them all summer, but according to Mrs. Weasley, Ron grew some. And Harry is as tall as him now." She had had a growth spurt last summer, that left her friends in the dust.
As she turned back, to look at him, she caught a look of wonder on his face.
"You know Granger, I think that's the first time I heard you giggle."
She blushed at the inquiring look he sent her."
"I don't think you noticed Malfoy, but I AM a girl."
"Does this mean you're to become a brainless git like Parkinson, or Brown?"
She rolled her eyes, and then noticed he was smiling, ever so slightly. It was her turn to be surprised.
"Malfoy-"
She frowned in concern as Draco suddenly doubled over in a spasm, gasping for breath. She got up from her seat, and knelt in front of him. She felt his forehead as he went through another spasm, and was surprised at how cold it was. She took his pulse to find it extremely slow. Crookshanks stopped licking himself to glare at Draco. He sat up, and put a demanding paw on the 'humans' leg. "Malfoy? What's wrong?!"
It was then she heard a slight hissing noise. She sent a look to Crookshanks, as if to say, now is NOT the time. But the cat sent a look, saying it wasn't him. It was then she realized it was coming from the blond in front of her. She held back falling locks of pale hair, and gasped.
Draco's skin was almost translucent, and she could trace veins with her fingertips. His eyes were shut tight against his cheek, and his mouth was open still gasping for air. He was trying to say something, "Drag…fusion…". All of a sudden, the door slid open with a crash. Hermione turned to see an alarmed Harry, Ron and Ginny.
"Herm, what's going on?"
"Did he DO anythi-"
"Ginny! Get my bag by the cage! Ron, shut up and close the door. Harry, help me to lay him down." As Ginny made a grab for the backpack, Ron and Harry stared at her with bewildered expressions.
"NOW." That got them going. Ron closed the door, and slid the shade down. Harry crossed over to where she was, and helped her to move Draco into a laying position. As Hermione brushed back more strands of hair, Harry and Ginny saw his face.
"What in bloody hell is going ON, Hermione?"
But she didn't answer him right away. Instead, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bag and a book. She quickly turned to a page, and scanned it, eyes widening. She put her fingers on his shut eyelids, and managed to pry them open. There were three shocked gasps.
His eyes were a pure silver, and the pupils were dilated to the point where only a ring of that silver showed. Seeming to come to a conclusion, she set the book up against the prone figure, and dug around in her bag. Ginny stared a moment longer, before helping her.
The boys stared in astonishment. Ron sat where Hermione had been moments before, and Harry knelt next to Draco's feet. They watched as Hermione pulled out a few bags and Ginny pulled out a phial filled with red liquid. Ginny uncorked the glass phial, and held it near Draco's nose. Harry could smell the fumes from here. It had a sickly sweet odor.
Hermione was crushing something in a mortar with a pedestal, while consulting the book in front of her. Draco's eyes seemed to focus a little, and Hermione added water to the mixture. The train below them jerked as it started off. Ginny looked at Harry, as she continued to wave the phial under Draco's nose.
"Lock the door." He did so.
Finally, the paste reached the right consistency, and Hermione rolled it in a small leaf of sorts, before putting it in Draco's mouth. The silver eyes blinked, as the pupils shrank to normal size. Then, slowly, he began to chew, and then swallowed. Shortly afterward, he passed out, as his eyes began to gather some blue in them.
Harry looked at Hermione's pale face.
"What happened just now?"
"I…think it would be best, for Dr-Malfoy to explain."
"WHAT were you doing in here any ways?" Hermione sent a sharp glare to Ron.
"You're NOT my keeper, Ronald Weasley. I was in here having a civilized conversation with him, when he got the attack. Ginny, how did you...?"
"I…ah, like to read a lot of fiction. Sometimes I write stories, and I need to look up information. The story I am working on now…is about vampires, a banshee, dragons, and some OTHER races. Very complex."
Ron and Harry knew they were missing something by the way the girls were looking at each other. They finally settled down for the long trip to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry played wizard chess, as Hermione and Ginny continued their ministrations. Draco stayed like that for the rest of the trip, but his breathing started to get better. By the time they reached the castle, he was sleeping deeply, and the girls looked tired.
Hermione sent up emergency sparks, as the teachers came to gather the students.
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com (will be changing come mid summer)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, never did.
Summary: Draco has to choose between destiny's, and I don't mean good and evil. Either path can kill him. Can Hermione's intellect save the day? Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny are caught up in it, not knowing about the Malfoy's history…H/D G/H
A/N: I might write this with two endings, or just write another leech fic.
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Draco stared at his parents from where he sat on the train. Another year at Hogwarts was about to begin. Another year of politics.
His father turned, and walked back to the car. But Mrs. Malfoy stood there, gazing at him with a mother's tenderness. She was worried about him, and he knew why. He heard the door side open, but didn't even glance in that direction. He wanted to look at his mother for as long as possible, even though his eyes were already burning from the sunlight.
She wouldn't be there to help him go through the change, and he would need all the help he could get. He was sixteen, and showing the signs of any teenage boy going through puberty. He also showed the signs of becoming something not entirely human…
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Hermione was there early. Harry and Ron hadn't arrived yet. She guessed something happened at the Burrow. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley must VERY glad that they now only had two kids going to school. Well, three, counting Harry who was practically family.
So she boarded the scarlet train, and started looking for a place to sit. Some of them were already occupied, and since they preferred privacy, she looked for more empty ones. She found the first empty one, and juggling Crookshank's cage, opened the door. As she stepped inside, she almost dropped the cage in shock.
There sat Malfoy, staring out the window. Alone. Where were Crabbe and Goyle? He didn't even seem to notice her entrance. Odd.
She tip-toed up behind him, and looked out the window, just in time to see his mother. Another thing that amazed her, was that Mrs. Malfoy didn't look like she had dung under her nose. At the moment, she looked like a normal mother, seeing her child off.
The older woman glanced at Hermione, smiled, then waved to her son before walking off. Little did she know that Mrs. Malfoy was hoping that Hermione could help her son.
A mewing hiss startled both Hermione and Draco. For the first time, he turned to see who entered his compartment. He looked wearily at her, his face drawn and pale.
"What do you want Granger?" There was no spite in his voice.
"Are you okay, Malfoy? You don't look so good."
"You sure know how to compliment a guy. Where's Potty and Weasel?"
"Not here yet. Something must have come up."
Draco looked as if he were about to say something, but a yowl interrupted him. Crookshanks was NOT a happy camper. She looked to see that she had closed the door, before opening the cage. An orange blur stormed out of the cage, and circled the room a few times before calming down.
The cat eyed both Draco and Hermione, before leaping up onto Draco's lap. The large ginger cat sniffed him, circled him, before coming to the conclusion that he was okay. He then sat up against the pale boy's lap, and commenced cleaning.
A silver blond eyebrow went up. "I didn't know you had a cat, Granger. Makes you seem more human."
"You talking like that, makes YOU seem PARTLY human."
Hermione watched as he frowned at that comment, and started to pet the cat with long slender fingers. "You don't know how right you are, Granger."
"I didn't know you were a cat person." His silvery blues flickered over to her.
"Your not suppose to." He said almost lazily.
Hermione raised an arched eyebrow. Sometimes, he acted like a cat himself. He glanced away.
"So, tell me. Has Weasel or Potter grown at all? It was quite hilarious last year, to see you towering over them."
Hermione felt a small smile on her face. She giggled, as she glanced out of the window.
"I haven't seen them all summer, but according to Mrs. Weasley, Ron grew some. And Harry is as tall as him now." She had had a growth spurt last summer, that left her friends in the dust.
As she turned back, to look at him, she caught a look of wonder on his face.
"You know Granger, I think that's the first time I heard you giggle."
She blushed at the inquiring look he sent her."
"I don't think you noticed Malfoy, but I AM a girl."
"Does this mean you're to become a brainless git like Parkinson, or Brown?"
She rolled her eyes, and then noticed he was smiling, ever so slightly. It was her turn to be surprised.
"Malfoy-"
She frowned in concern as Draco suddenly doubled over in a spasm, gasping for breath. She got up from her seat, and knelt in front of him. She felt his forehead as he went through another spasm, and was surprised at how cold it was. She took his pulse to find it extremely slow. Crookshanks stopped licking himself to glare at Draco. He sat up, and put a demanding paw on the 'humans' leg. "Malfoy? What's wrong?!"
It was then she heard a slight hissing noise. She sent a look to Crookshanks, as if to say, now is NOT the time. But the cat sent a look, saying it wasn't him. It was then she realized it was coming from the blond in front of her. She held back falling locks of pale hair, and gasped.
Draco's skin was almost translucent, and she could trace veins with her fingertips. His eyes were shut tight against his cheek, and his mouth was open still gasping for air. He was trying to say something, "Drag…fusion…". All of a sudden, the door slid open with a crash. Hermione turned to see an alarmed Harry, Ron and Ginny.
"Herm, what's going on?"
"Did he DO anythi-"
"Ginny! Get my bag by the cage! Ron, shut up and close the door. Harry, help me to lay him down." As Ginny made a grab for the backpack, Ron and Harry stared at her with bewildered expressions.
"NOW." That got them going. Ron closed the door, and slid the shade down. Harry crossed over to where she was, and helped her to move Draco into a laying position. As Hermione brushed back more strands of hair, Harry and Ginny saw his face.
"What in bloody hell is going ON, Hermione?"
But she didn't answer him right away. Instead, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bag and a book. She quickly turned to a page, and scanned it, eyes widening. She put her fingers on his shut eyelids, and managed to pry them open. There were three shocked gasps.
His eyes were a pure silver, and the pupils were dilated to the point where only a ring of that silver showed. Seeming to come to a conclusion, she set the book up against the prone figure, and dug around in her bag. Ginny stared a moment longer, before helping her.
The boys stared in astonishment. Ron sat where Hermione had been moments before, and Harry knelt next to Draco's feet. They watched as Hermione pulled out a few bags and Ginny pulled out a phial filled with red liquid. Ginny uncorked the glass phial, and held it near Draco's nose. Harry could smell the fumes from here. It had a sickly sweet odor.
Hermione was crushing something in a mortar with a pedestal, while consulting the book in front of her. Draco's eyes seemed to focus a little, and Hermione added water to the mixture. The train below them jerked as it started off. Ginny looked at Harry, as she continued to wave the phial under Draco's nose.
"Lock the door." He did so.
Finally, the paste reached the right consistency, and Hermione rolled it in a small leaf of sorts, before putting it in Draco's mouth. The silver eyes blinked, as the pupils shrank to normal size. Then, slowly, he began to chew, and then swallowed. Shortly afterward, he passed out, as his eyes began to gather some blue in them.
Harry looked at Hermione's pale face.
"What happened just now?"
"I…think it would be best, for Dr-Malfoy to explain."
"WHAT were you doing in here any ways?" Hermione sent a sharp glare to Ron.
"You're NOT my keeper, Ronald Weasley. I was in here having a civilized conversation with him, when he got the attack. Ginny, how did you...?"
"I…ah, like to read a lot of fiction. Sometimes I write stories, and I need to look up information. The story I am working on now…is about vampires, a banshee, dragons, and some OTHER races. Very complex."
Ron and Harry knew they were missing something by the way the girls were looking at each other. They finally settled down for the long trip to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry played wizard chess, as Hermione and Ginny continued their ministrations. Draco stayed like that for the rest of the trip, but his breathing started to get better. By the time they reached the castle, he was sleeping deeply, and the girls looked tired.
Hermione sent up emergency sparks, as the teachers came to gather the students.