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.
I have an art gallery (mainly anime, LOTR and fanart) where my character kitties are. So far, there is a Draco kitty, but no other Harry Potter kitties. Some are in the making as we speak. The address is:
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Any requests? Leave it in a review, or e-mail me.
~~~~~~
"Really, Ginny, what's going on?"
The red head pointedly ignored her brother's interrogation, as she had since she realized he wouldn't take no for an answer. She looked over at Harry.
"Harry? Please pass the mint chocolate chip?"
Harry did so, but Ron intercepted the plate of ice cream blocks, and held it above his petite sister.
"No more munching till YOU tell me what's going on."
Harry saw the fire glint in Ginny's eyes, and elbowed Ron in the side.
"Stop it Harry."
Ginny stood, and glared at her brother.
"IF I were you, I'd pay attention to your best friend. He'll keep you from making a fool of yourself."
"All I want to know is what's going on? Is that so much?"
"YES! It's Malfoy's business, not yours. Your acting like a girl, Ronald Weasley, trying to gossip behind someone's back. You want to know so much? Ask Malfoy or Dumbledore, but leave me and Mione alone! Ice cream, now." Ginny held out her hand in demand.
"Ginny, tell me now, or I'm telling Mum about those books you've been reading."
Harry rolled his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ron was a really good friend. Loyal, too. But he was a bit pigheaded and stubborn. He himself had known to stop asking Ginny after she pleaded with him to stop.
"Ron you ass! Stop acting immature for ONCE in your life."
"Oh, that's bloody RICH, coming from you. Now-"
"Oooh, your such a Dorque!" (DOOR-KAY)
"Excuse me!? Wait till Mum hears about your lovely little tongue."
"Well, it will just prove that I'M the brighter child! A Dorque is a type of imp, you git."
Ginny Weasley may not have grown much over the summer when she was in France with a friend, but she had begun to fill out. He watched as she put her hands on her hips, and started a stare down with her brother. It was a comical sight actually. Kind of cute, too.
Harry sat up straight in his seat. Where had THAT come from. The Gryffindors around the table were beginning to take an interest in the fight, and once again Harry felt like the center of attention. He HATED it. Ginny and Ron continued to pass insults.
He stood, ready to take the ice cream from Ron himself, but Ginny was already taking action. She took Ron's own plate, filled with bread pudding, and threw it in his face. As he dropped the chocolate mint chip in shock, she grabbed it and sat on Harry's other side. Now they had the full attention of the Gryffindor table, and some of the others.
Harry sat down with a thump, next to her, as she calmly served herself. She ignored the stares as she ate her ice cream. Harry mimicked her and began to eat his own coconut ice cream. He could feel the blood raising to his cheeks.
Ron seemed to be getting over the shock. He turned to glare at his sister, and picked up some pie. Just as he threw it at her, a 'concerned' teacher came over, in time to see Ginny dodge it.
"WEASLEY! Twenty points from Gryffindor, and I better not see you do that again." But Snape's tone said he very much indeed wanted to see him do it again. The sputtering red head sat down in shock, as the tall professor glided away. Then he sank down in his seat, crossed his arms, and looked very much like a child.
Harry and Ginny looked at Ron, and coughed just in time to hide their laughter.
~~~~~~
Hermione found them like that. She entered through the great doors, the same time Dumbledore arrived at the entrance near the head table. She stopped a few feet away from the table, to stare openly at Ron's face. Harry and Ginny were exchanging a glance. She raised an eyebrow at them.
"And WHAT has been going on?"
"Ron tried to get information from Ginny, and you know how stubborn they both are."
Hermione looked at Ron again. Then she started laughing. Ron slowly turned as red as his hair. Hermione sat down next to Ginny, and a meal appeared on her plate. She ate it with astonishing speed.
"Hey Mione, where's the fire?" Ginny asked with a grin.
"In the library, after dinner." Came the reply followed by a pointed look.
"Oh." Ginny said, eyes widening with realization. She finished her ice cream, Hermione skipped desert, and they were off to the library. They left behind a bewildered Harry, and a grumpy Ron.
~~~~~~
"Okay girl, what's the full scoop?"
"Wait until we get there. Oh, and Dumbledore gave us these so we could do research." She handed a pass to Ginny. Ever since the girl came back from France with her American Pen Pal, she and Hermione had been friends. Ginny had gained self-confidence, and her hyper American friend had rubbed off on her a bit.
They entered the empty library, and Hermione lead them to a place far in the back. Ginny looked in wonder at all the shelves. She spent a lot of time in the library reading, but she was always awed by how big it was. They could fit her house in here with no problem. Ginny started talking to Mione as they reached a hidden alcove.
"So?"
"Okay, it turns out we were right about him being a vampire. Well, partly. He's not a full one, and he would have to go through a ritual to do so. His father wants him to, but HE doesn't. It ALSO turns out that Draco's Nana was a Selkie."
Ginny's sparkling eyes went round. "But, that's dangerous! If both of his heritage's tried to change him at the same time, it could pull him apart. Literally! What was his father THINKING?! Mar…Don't tell me his mother didn't tell his father?!"
"She didn't. So his father doesn't know about that part. Draco's afraid of what might happen if his family finds out. His mother knows, though. Professor has given us special privileges to help him. He's going to send some more instructions in the morning. He's thinking about giving Draco his own room, so the transformation would be secret. I don't think I understand. I guess…"
"You saw him on the train. And that was just the beginning. It will take a while to find something to help him, and in the meantime, he's bound to wake up screaming in pain every other night."
Hermione looked at her friend's concern, with a wistful expression.
"I don't envy him. I have a feeling that when this is all over, though, that he'll go back to his old self."
"And what IS his old self, Hermione? I was friends with him last year, and he was able to tell me some stuff."
"Ginny, the Professor told me about that. But, just because Draco told you stuff, doesn't mean-"
"I know what you're going to say. He didn't JUST tell me things, he SHOWED me. Last year was a tough time for me, and I didn't have many friends. One night, something happened, and we found we had stuff in common. It turns out, HE was having an even tougher time than I was, and I tried to help him through it. Helping him strengthened me. He was brainwashed, Hermione. He grew up in a manor, with a Death Eater for a father, Death Eaters as 'mentors', and Voldemort as an uncle. His mother couldn't say much, but she was a life line, until it was taken away from him."
Hermione stared at the girl in worry. She was beginning to see a new side of Ginny, and Draco.
"What do you mean, SHOWED you?"
"He…You won't tell any one?"
"No. This is between you and me."
"The Death Eaters took their anger out on him, to keep him 'in line'. You know how proud he is, and how stubborn. Apparently he showed no respect for Voldie. They would beat him, then heal him before he had to go back to school. But where there were deep cuts, they left small scars, and I could see the new ones. Draco used to…cut…himself to feel he had SOME control over his life. I once walked in on him doing it. I've seen him cry only once, the rest he just keeps inside. If it weren't for Neffy, I would have gone over to his house to see if he was okay."
Hermione's face was pale when Ginny glanced at her, and her mouth hung open in horror. She was trying in imagine what her life would feel like, going through what Draco had. Tears filled her dark blue eyes.
"It makes you respect him, doesn't it? He lived through all of that, and managed to stay the same guy. He kind of reminds me of Harry. Both wouldn't admit to be brave, or being a hero, but they are."
Hermione blinked her tears away, and cleared her throat, "Okay, I think it's time we started to study. I'll get some books on vampire's, you can look up Selkies. And if you find any hybrid books, bring them over."
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Draco braced himself as he felt another attack coming. He could always tell the difference between attacks: when his skin crawled and itched with pain, it was the selkie in him; when his veins and brain constricted, it was the vampire side. Right now, every muscle in his body was cramping to extremes, and his veins burned as if on fire.
He cried out, gasping, but in too much pain to scream. He knew what this was, but he shouldn't be having it. It was bloodlust. But only full vampires should be feeling this, right?
His fingers clawed at the sheets, ripping them and his nails to shreds. The minimal pain didn't even register in his mind. There were two things that could stop this: death or blood.
A rage build up in him at such a horrible choice, and it managed to break through the pain.
He screamed.
Not a girlie high pitched scream, but one that was raw, hoarse and full of power. He didn't know it, but Hermione and Ginny could hear him from the library, and they could feel their blood curdle.
He stopped screaming, only to continue again. And again. And again…
~~~~~~
Hermione and Ginny reached the hospital wing right before Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Filch did. Madam Pomfrey was up against the wall across from Draco, paler than a ghost.
Draco was writhing like a wild animal with rabies. His torn and bloody sheets were on the floor, his hospital gown was hanging off of him, revealing boxers and the bed below him was beginning to fall apart. Dumbledore told Pomfrey to go outside and prevent Filch from coming in. She did so happily.
Hermione and Ginny inched up to Draco, fearful of him. "What the HELL is going on?" Asked a scared Hermione.
"It's bloodlust…but that's impossible." Ginny said with horrified wonder. She finally reached Draco, but Snape grabbed her arm to pull her away.
"Foolish girl! You'll get yourself killed!"
"He needs a donor, a LIVE donor. You going to volunteer?" She asked with determination glaring in her eyes. Snape narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to say something when Dumbledore cut him off.
"Grab his legs Severus!" As soon as Snape did so, Dumbledore grabbed Draco's arms before the boy could inflict too much damage. "Miss Weasley, are you sure you're willing?"
Ginny nodded, looking at Draco. She could now see his face. His eyes were pure silver again, veins crossed over his pale skin, and fangs bit into his lower lip in pain.
Hermione came up from behind her, "The best point to use in this situation, would be the wrist." The brunette shook with fright, but managed a steady voice.
Ginny nodded, and placed her right wrist over his mouth. She almost howled in pain as teeth savagely bit into her soft skin. Tears came to her eyes, and she felt Hermione take her other hand. She could feel his mouth moving against her skin, sucking at the life giving blood in her wrist.
Finally, the pain subsided as Draco began to lose the lust. His teeth unhooked from her skin, but he continued to drink. He had almost finished when he opened his eyes. His blue eyes stared in horror at Ginny. His free hands swatted her arm away weakly. "What the hell did you just do, Weasley?" He managed to croak.
"I just saved your life, so shove it, if you can't handle it."
He looked up at her again, and took in the pale skin and the way she trembled. Dumbledore found Pomfrey's supply of chocolate, and gave some to the girls. He was just about to hand some to Draco, when he fell out of bed, and made a weak crawl for the bathroom. He didn't make it in time, but Hermione had a bin under his mouth in time to catch the vomit.
She held back his silver-blond hair, as he heaved into the small bucket. There weren't many lights on by the window, and the moonlight fell on them, making Draco's skin glow. She could make out some of the scars Ginny mentioned. They were nearly invisible against the fair skin. Once again, Hermione tried to clear her thoughts, but this time she couldn't.
His skin was beautiful, even with the hairline scars, and covered the muscle he had grown over the summer. He must have been practicing Quidditch, she thought with a slight blush. His slender figure trembled with the effort of throwing up some blood and the leftovers of his hourly medications. It was amazing how Ginny's blood was instantly dissolved into his system.
She set down the bucket, as he calmed down, and used that free hand to rub his bare back. Ginny sat unsteadily next to her on the marble floor, fixing his gown. She had gotten a damp cloth, and was now wiping his sweaty face with it.
"I'll get Poppy." And Dumbledore exited, leaving the girls with Snape. As the door opened and shut behind him, they could hear a crowd outside.
Snape walked over to a bed, and stripped it of the blanket, before settling it over Draco's shoulders. Then he went over to a closet of supplies, and disappeared inside. Draco had settled down a bit, and now had his head laying in Hermione's lap, with Ginny holding his hand.
Dumbledore came back in with the nurse trailing behind him. Pomfrey instantly went to work on the cuts on the headmasters face and arms, a result of Draco's bloodlust. When Snape came out holding a smoking goblet, she treated him as well. They helped Draco onto a new bed, and Snape gave him the goblet to drink. The boy drank it, wincing as it went down. Soon, he was asleep again. Hermione swung wide eyes to Dumbledore.
"I think it would be best if you gave him that room, Professor. And maybe you could give selective people a device that would tell us when he's having a fit."
"I agree Miss Granger. But what surprise me, is why he didn't attack? How long was he in that condition, Poppy?"
"He was like that when I got here, Headmaster. He was like that for at least fifteen minutes." She said, as she treated Draco's wounds.
"Hmm. Miss Weasley?"
"He's stubborn, sir. If he thought he might hurt someone he cared about, he would have resisted until it killed him. Pig headed, proud, but loyal." She missed the twinkle in his eye when he shared a look with Snape.
"Any one else would have attacked Madam Pomfrey, and had drained her by the time we got here. There's only one other person as stubborn and pigheaded as Malfoy, sir, and that's Potter. I heard he managed to fight off the Imperious Curse in his fourth year."
"I agree, Severus. Miss Granger and Miss Weasley, I do believe you could use a good rest. Go back to your dorms, I will tell you all about arrangements in the morning. Mr. Malfoy will be just fine for tonight. Oh, your brother and Mr. Potter are outside with the rest of them."
Looking dazed, and tired, the girls grabbed their books and headed out the door.
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"Malfoy. It HAS to be him. Who else would cause such a ruckus?"
"Ron, shut up." Harry was stilling rubbing his forehead, when two familiar figures exited the room in front of them.
Hermione was still stuffing her books in her bag, and Ginny was adjusting her own bag of books. The brunettes dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders, and her blue eyes were dark above the tired circles. Her face was a little pale, and drawn, and she seemed dead on her feet.
Ginny looked ten times worse. Her wavy red hair was tied in loose ponytails, and looked duller than usual. Her skin was alarmingly white beneath those cute freckles. Her eye lids hung low over her eyes, and she swayed on her feet. He noticed there was a bandage on her wrist.
"Ginny?! Are you okay?" Harry asked, his green eyes narrowing in concern. The normally chipper girl gave him a haggard smile. "I'll be fine, Harry. I just had a little accident."
"Accident?! What KIND of an accident?!" Ron demanded. Hermione winced, as he was practically shouting in her ear. Ginny managed to glare at him, before she slowly moved forward.
"None of your business, Ronald."
As she stomped pass them, Harry took the heavy bag off of her shoulder. When her sharp gaze turned to look at him, he gave her a small smile. When she realized he just wanted to help her, she went on her way. Before leaving, he turned to Hermione.
"Are YOU okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Harry. I'm more concerned about Ginny, though. She lost a bit of blood."
"She'll be fine. You know how the Weasley's are. Do you need help?"
She looked up at him, startled. It wasn't until then that she realized how much he grew. He was a whole head taller than her now, with a similar build to Draco's. Only, Harry had gotten a dark tan, while Draco remained pale. They both really had grown over the summer, and very handsome too. She smiled at Harry, and offered him her bag. They walked off to Gryffindor Tower, with Ron and the others following behind, trying to get details.
They knew it wasn't Ginny who had been screaming. They weren't even sure if it had been human.
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.
I have an art gallery (mainly anime, LOTR and fanart) where my character kitties are. So far, there is a Draco kitty, but no other Harry Potter kitties. Some are in the making as we speak. The address is:
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Any requests? Leave it in a review, or e-mail me.
~~~~~~
"Really, Ginny, what's going on?"
The red head pointedly ignored her brother's interrogation, as she had since she realized he wouldn't take no for an answer. She looked over at Harry.
"Harry? Please pass the mint chocolate chip?"
Harry did so, but Ron intercepted the plate of ice cream blocks, and held it above his petite sister.
"No more munching till YOU tell me what's going on."
Harry saw the fire glint in Ginny's eyes, and elbowed Ron in the side.
"Stop it Harry."
Ginny stood, and glared at her brother.
"IF I were you, I'd pay attention to your best friend. He'll keep you from making a fool of yourself."
"All I want to know is what's going on? Is that so much?"
"YES! It's Malfoy's business, not yours. Your acting like a girl, Ronald Weasley, trying to gossip behind someone's back. You want to know so much? Ask Malfoy or Dumbledore, but leave me and Mione alone! Ice cream, now." Ginny held out her hand in demand.
"Ginny, tell me now, or I'm telling Mum about those books you've been reading."
Harry rolled his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ron was a really good friend. Loyal, too. But he was a bit pigheaded and stubborn. He himself had known to stop asking Ginny after she pleaded with him to stop.
"Ron you ass! Stop acting immature for ONCE in your life."
"Oh, that's bloody RICH, coming from you. Now-"
"Oooh, your such a Dorque!" (DOOR-KAY)
"Excuse me!? Wait till Mum hears about your lovely little tongue."
"Well, it will just prove that I'M the brighter child! A Dorque is a type of imp, you git."
Ginny Weasley may not have grown much over the summer when she was in France with a friend, but she had begun to fill out. He watched as she put her hands on her hips, and started a stare down with her brother. It was a comical sight actually. Kind of cute, too.
Harry sat up straight in his seat. Where had THAT come from. The Gryffindors around the table were beginning to take an interest in the fight, and once again Harry felt like the center of attention. He HATED it. Ginny and Ron continued to pass insults.
He stood, ready to take the ice cream from Ron himself, but Ginny was already taking action. She took Ron's own plate, filled with bread pudding, and threw it in his face. As he dropped the chocolate mint chip in shock, she grabbed it and sat on Harry's other side. Now they had the full attention of the Gryffindor table, and some of the others.
Harry sat down with a thump, next to her, as she calmly served herself. She ignored the stares as she ate her ice cream. Harry mimicked her and began to eat his own coconut ice cream. He could feel the blood raising to his cheeks.
Ron seemed to be getting over the shock. He turned to glare at his sister, and picked up some pie. Just as he threw it at her, a 'concerned' teacher came over, in time to see Ginny dodge it.
"WEASLEY! Twenty points from Gryffindor, and I better not see you do that again." But Snape's tone said he very much indeed wanted to see him do it again. The sputtering red head sat down in shock, as the tall professor glided away. Then he sank down in his seat, crossed his arms, and looked very much like a child.
Harry and Ginny looked at Ron, and coughed just in time to hide their laughter.
~~~~~~
Hermione found them like that. She entered through the great doors, the same time Dumbledore arrived at the entrance near the head table. She stopped a few feet away from the table, to stare openly at Ron's face. Harry and Ginny were exchanging a glance. She raised an eyebrow at them.
"And WHAT has been going on?"
"Ron tried to get information from Ginny, and you know how stubborn they both are."
Hermione looked at Ron again. Then she started laughing. Ron slowly turned as red as his hair. Hermione sat down next to Ginny, and a meal appeared on her plate. She ate it with astonishing speed.
"Hey Mione, where's the fire?" Ginny asked with a grin.
"In the library, after dinner." Came the reply followed by a pointed look.
"Oh." Ginny said, eyes widening with realization. She finished her ice cream, Hermione skipped desert, and they were off to the library. They left behind a bewildered Harry, and a grumpy Ron.
~~~~~~
"Okay girl, what's the full scoop?"
"Wait until we get there. Oh, and Dumbledore gave us these so we could do research." She handed a pass to Ginny. Ever since the girl came back from France with her American Pen Pal, she and Hermione had been friends. Ginny had gained self-confidence, and her hyper American friend had rubbed off on her a bit.
They entered the empty library, and Hermione lead them to a place far in the back. Ginny looked in wonder at all the shelves. She spent a lot of time in the library reading, but she was always awed by how big it was. They could fit her house in here with no problem. Ginny started talking to Mione as they reached a hidden alcove.
"So?"
"Okay, it turns out we were right about him being a vampire. Well, partly. He's not a full one, and he would have to go through a ritual to do so. His father wants him to, but HE doesn't. It ALSO turns out that Draco's Nana was a Selkie."
Ginny's sparkling eyes went round. "But, that's dangerous! If both of his heritage's tried to change him at the same time, it could pull him apart. Literally! What was his father THINKING?! Mar…Don't tell me his mother didn't tell his father?!"
"She didn't. So his father doesn't know about that part. Draco's afraid of what might happen if his family finds out. His mother knows, though. Professor has given us special privileges to help him. He's going to send some more instructions in the morning. He's thinking about giving Draco his own room, so the transformation would be secret. I don't think I understand. I guess…"
"You saw him on the train. And that was just the beginning. It will take a while to find something to help him, and in the meantime, he's bound to wake up screaming in pain every other night."
Hermione looked at her friend's concern, with a wistful expression.
"I don't envy him. I have a feeling that when this is all over, though, that he'll go back to his old self."
"And what IS his old self, Hermione? I was friends with him last year, and he was able to tell me some stuff."
"Ginny, the Professor told me about that. But, just because Draco told you stuff, doesn't mean-"
"I know what you're going to say. He didn't JUST tell me things, he SHOWED me. Last year was a tough time for me, and I didn't have many friends. One night, something happened, and we found we had stuff in common. It turns out, HE was having an even tougher time than I was, and I tried to help him through it. Helping him strengthened me. He was brainwashed, Hermione. He grew up in a manor, with a Death Eater for a father, Death Eaters as 'mentors', and Voldemort as an uncle. His mother couldn't say much, but she was a life line, until it was taken away from him."
Hermione stared at the girl in worry. She was beginning to see a new side of Ginny, and Draco.
"What do you mean, SHOWED you?"
"He…You won't tell any one?"
"No. This is between you and me."
"The Death Eaters took their anger out on him, to keep him 'in line'. You know how proud he is, and how stubborn. Apparently he showed no respect for Voldie. They would beat him, then heal him before he had to go back to school. But where there were deep cuts, they left small scars, and I could see the new ones. Draco used to…cut…himself to feel he had SOME control over his life. I once walked in on him doing it. I've seen him cry only once, the rest he just keeps inside. If it weren't for Neffy, I would have gone over to his house to see if he was okay."
Hermione's face was pale when Ginny glanced at her, and her mouth hung open in horror. She was trying in imagine what her life would feel like, going through what Draco had. Tears filled her dark blue eyes.
"It makes you respect him, doesn't it? He lived through all of that, and managed to stay the same guy. He kind of reminds me of Harry. Both wouldn't admit to be brave, or being a hero, but they are."
Hermione blinked her tears away, and cleared her throat, "Okay, I think it's time we started to study. I'll get some books on vampire's, you can look up Selkies. And if you find any hybrid books, bring them over."
~~~~~~
Draco braced himself as he felt another attack coming. He could always tell the difference between attacks: when his skin crawled and itched with pain, it was the selkie in him; when his veins and brain constricted, it was the vampire side. Right now, every muscle in his body was cramping to extremes, and his veins burned as if on fire.
He cried out, gasping, but in too much pain to scream. He knew what this was, but he shouldn't be having it. It was bloodlust. But only full vampires should be feeling this, right?
His fingers clawed at the sheets, ripping them and his nails to shreds. The minimal pain didn't even register in his mind. There were two things that could stop this: death or blood.
A rage build up in him at such a horrible choice, and it managed to break through the pain.
He screamed.
Not a girlie high pitched scream, but one that was raw, hoarse and full of power. He didn't know it, but Hermione and Ginny could hear him from the library, and they could feel their blood curdle.
He stopped screaming, only to continue again. And again. And again…
~~~~~~
Hermione and Ginny reached the hospital wing right before Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Filch did. Madam Pomfrey was up against the wall across from Draco, paler than a ghost.
Draco was writhing like a wild animal with rabies. His torn and bloody sheets were on the floor, his hospital gown was hanging off of him, revealing boxers and the bed below him was beginning to fall apart. Dumbledore told Pomfrey to go outside and prevent Filch from coming in. She did so happily.
Hermione and Ginny inched up to Draco, fearful of him. "What the HELL is going on?" Asked a scared Hermione.
"It's bloodlust…but that's impossible." Ginny said with horrified wonder. She finally reached Draco, but Snape grabbed her arm to pull her away.
"Foolish girl! You'll get yourself killed!"
"He needs a donor, a LIVE donor. You going to volunteer?" She asked with determination glaring in her eyes. Snape narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to say something when Dumbledore cut him off.
"Grab his legs Severus!" As soon as Snape did so, Dumbledore grabbed Draco's arms before the boy could inflict too much damage. "Miss Weasley, are you sure you're willing?"
Ginny nodded, looking at Draco. She could now see his face. His eyes were pure silver again, veins crossed over his pale skin, and fangs bit into his lower lip in pain.
Hermione came up from behind her, "The best point to use in this situation, would be the wrist." The brunette shook with fright, but managed a steady voice.
Ginny nodded, and placed her right wrist over his mouth. She almost howled in pain as teeth savagely bit into her soft skin. Tears came to her eyes, and she felt Hermione take her other hand. She could feel his mouth moving against her skin, sucking at the life giving blood in her wrist.
Finally, the pain subsided as Draco began to lose the lust. His teeth unhooked from her skin, but he continued to drink. He had almost finished when he opened his eyes. His blue eyes stared in horror at Ginny. His free hands swatted her arm away weakly. "What the hell did you just do, Weasley?" He managed to croak.
"I just saved your life, so shove it, if you can't handle it."
He looked up at her again, and took in the pale skin and the way she trembled. Dumbledore found Pomfrey's supply of chocolate, and gave some to the girls. He was just about to hand some to Draco, when he fell out of bed, and made a weak crawl for the bathroom. He didn't make it in time, but Hermione had a bin under his mouth in time to catch the vomit.
She held back his silver-blond hair, as he heaved into the small bucket. There weren't many lights on by the window, and the moonlight fell on them, making Draco's skin glow. She could make out some of the scars Ginny mentioned. They were nearly invisible against the fair skin. Once again, Hermione tried to clear her thoughts, but this time she couldn't.
His skin was beautiful, even with the hairline scars, and covered the muscle he had grown over the summer. He must have been practicing Quidditch, she thought with a slight blush. His slender figure trembled with the effort of throwing up some blood and the leftovers of his hourly medications. It was amazing how Ginny's blood was instantly dissolved into his system.
She set down the bucket, as he calmed down, and used that free hand to rub his bare back. Ginny sat unsteadily next to her on the marble floor, fixing his gown. She had gotten a damp cloth, and was now wiping his sweaty face with it.
"I'll get Poppy." And Dumbledore exited, leaving the girls with Snape. As the door opened and shut behind him, they could hear a crowd outside.
Snape walked over to a bed, and stripped it of the blanket, before settling it over Draco's shoulders. Then he went over to a closet of supplies, and disappeared inside. Draco had settled down a bit, and now had his head laying in Hermione's lap, with Ginny holding his hand.
Dumbledore came back in with the nurse trailing behind him. Pomfrey instantly went to work on the cuts on the headmasters face and arms, a result of Draco's bloodlust. When Snape came out holding a smoking goblet, she treated him as well. They helped Draco onto a new bed, and Snape gave him the goblet to drink. The boy drank it, wincing as it went down. Soon, he was asleep again. Hermione swung wide eyes to Dumbledore.
"I think it would be best if you gave him that room, Professor. And maybe you could give selective people a device that would tell us when he's having a fit."
"I agree Miss Granger. But what surprise me, is why he didn't attack? How long was he in that condition, Poppy?"
"He was like that when I got here, Headmaster. He was like that for at least fifteen minutes." She said, as she treated Draco's wounds.
"Hmm. Miss Weasley?"
"He's stubborn, sir. If he thought he might hurt someone he cared about, he would have resisted until it killed him. Pig headed, proud, but loyal." She missed the twinkle in his eye when he shared a look with Snape.
"Any one else would have attacked Madam Pomfrey, and had drained her by the time we got here. There's only one other person as stubborn and pigheaded as Malfoy, sir, and that's Potter. I heard he managed to fight off the Imperious Curse in his fourth year."
"I agree, Severus. Miss Granger and Miss Weasley, I do believe you could use a good rest. Go back to your dorms, I will tell you all about arrangements in the morning. Mr. Malfoy will be just fine for tonight. Oh, your brother and Mr. Potter are outside with the rest of them."
Looking dazed, and tired, the girls grabbed their books and headed out the door.
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"Malfoy. It HAS to be him. Who else would cause such a ruckus?"
"Ron, shut up." Harry was stilling rubbing his forehead, when two familiar figures exited the room in front of them.
Hermione was still stuffing her books in her bag, and Ginny was adjusting her own bag of books. The brunettes dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders, and her blue eyes were dark above the tired circles. Her face was a little pale, and drawn, and she seemed dead on her feet.
Ginny looked ten times worse. Her wavy red hair was tied in loose ponytails, and looked duller than usual. Her skin was alarmingly white beneath those cute freckles. Her eye lids hung low over her eyes, and she swayed on her feet. He noticed there was a bandage on her wrist.
"Ginny?! Are you okay?" Harry asked, his green eyes narrowing in concern. The normally chipper girl gave him a haggard smile. "I'll be fine, Harry. I just had a little accident."
"Accident?! What KIND of an accident?!" Ron demanded. Hermione winced, as he was practically shouting in her ear. Ginny managed to glare at him, before she slowly moved forward.
"None of your business, Ronald."
As she stomped pass them, Harry took the heavy bag off of her shoulder. When her sharp gaze turned to look at him, he gave her a small smile. When she realized he just wanted to help her, she went on her way. Before leaving, he turned to Hermione.
"Are YOU okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Harry. I'm more concerned about Ginny, though. She lost a bit of blood."
"She'll be fine. You know how the Weasley's are. Do you need help?"
She looked up at him, startled. It wasn't until then that she realized how much he grew. He was a whole head taller than her now, with a similar build to Draco's. Only, Harry had gotten a dark tan, while Draco remained pale. They both really had grown over the summer, and very handsome too. She smiled at Harry, and offered him her bag. They walked off to Gryffindor Tower, with Ron and the others following behind, trying to get details.
They knew it wasn't Ginny who had been screaming. They weren't even sure if it had been human.