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. I just added some more Harry Potter kitties to the Draco kitty, already there. Ginny came out REALLY well. Some more are in the making as we speak. The address is:
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Any requests for a kitty or otherwise? Leave it in a review, or e-mail me.
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Harry was keeping an eye on Ginny the next morning. She was still pale, but looked better than she did last night. She didn't seem to have much of an appetite either. She was currently poking at the eggs and bacon Hermione had set before her.
"Come on, Gin. You need the protein." Hermione mothered.
The red head managed to swallow some egg, but grimaced. "I'm sorry, Mi. I'm just not hungry."
It was then that owl post came. Harry watched an eagle owl fly over to the Slytherin table, and drop a letter into a pale Malfoy's lap. It was the first time Harry had seen him since the train.
He watched as another letter landed in his lap by a second owl, and the same owl came over to their table. Harry straightened up as it flew right towards him. The owl swooped, and dropped a letter into Hermione's lap.
Her blue eyes scanned the letter, and then she quickly shoved it into her bag. She turned to Ginny and whispered something fiercely into her ear. The tired girl nodded her head, staring off into space. Harry looked at her eyes more closely, to find they were in focus. He followed her gaze, until he was looking at Malfoy.
What in bloody hell was going on with Malfoy, and why were Hermione and Ginny involved? Harry ran his fingers through his messy black hair, and studied the Slytherin. Malfoy looked like he was about to fall asleep, hunched over his bowl of porridge. He watched as Pansy Parkinson sidled up to him, wrapping an arm around him, and spoke to him. Malfoy gave her a glare that could be felt even over here. Then he took her arm, and flung it off his shoulder. The brunette seemed to threaten him, before turning on her heel, and stalking out of the hall.
Malfoy waited a moment, before giving up on his food. He stood and started to walk out of the hall. He stopped near their table, where Harry could see his pasty complexion better. He raised an eyebrow at Ginny. "If you want to grow a figure, Weasley, I suggest you refrain from starving yourself."
Harry felt anger flicker through him. The Gryffindors at the table all turned to glare at the offensive blond. Ron scowled at him, ready to say something, when he yelped. Ginny must have stomped on his foot. She gave Malfoy a mocking look.
"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you cared." She gave him a wry smile.
He in turn, gave her a smirk. "There are a LOT of things you don't know about me, Weasley."
She raised an amused eyebrow. "I wouldn't say that."
Malfoy sent her a look, before turning on his heel, and walking out of the hall. Harry turned to stare at Ginny openly. Hermione was looking at the girl with raised eyebrows. Ginny ignored the looks that were sent her way from all around the table, and continued on her quest to force food down her throat.
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On his way to double Potions, Harry caught up with Ginny. "Ginny?"
The girl looked at him, a guarded look on her face. Harry was concerned, but managed a small smile. "I just wanted to know, what's going on with Malfoy?" He asked non-intrusive. She glared at him.
"I already told you, AND Ron. It's con-"
"That's not what I meant. I meant this morning."
Ginny let out a resigned sigh. She stopped walking, and led him to the side.
"You promise you won't tell Ron, or the others?"
"Does that include Hermione?"
She smiled at him. Hermione wasn't the ONLY perceptive one.
"No, it doesn't."
"Okay. Deal."
"Well, last year, I was having a really tough time." Harry nodded, remembering her depressive mood last year. Every time he would ask Ron about it, he would brush it off. "Mal-Draco was having an even HARDER time, the poor git. We kind of became friends, and helped each other out. What he was saying at the table, was his way of showing concern in public. If word got out about him being nice to a Weasley, he would be in some serious trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Harry asked, trying to adjust to the news.
"You know how bad the Dursley's treated you? *Harry nodded* He gets it even worse at home, if he puts so much as a hair out of line."
Harry was about to ask something, when Ginny cut him off.
"You might want to get to class before your late. We can talk about this later. And PLEASE don't let Draco know you know?" At his nod, she took off for her own class.
By the time Harry reached the classroom, most of the kids were already sitting down. He looked around to see Hermione and Ron were already sitting next to each other, and as he took a seat next to them, he looked at Draco. He was seating, pretty much by himself. When Parkinson went to sit down next to him, he glared at her until she moved away. He saw Crabbe and Goyle next to each other a few seats away from Draco.
He turned to Hermione, and raised an eyebrow in question.
"He hasn't been feeling well since the train, and has even LESS patience today. You should have seen the way he snapped at his 'bodyguards'." Harry nodded in understanding, and opened his book as Snape strode into the room.
Neville entered just as the bell rang. "Longbottom! Fifteen points from Gryffindor. I hope your incompetence won't make you late again. Now sit down, before I take more points away." Neville hurriedly sat down a seat away from Draco, who sent him a death glare. But Neville couldn't move, since there weren't any other seats in the room. Harry sent him a sympathetic look.
"Potter! Five points from Gryffindor. Pay attention."
Harry looked at Snape with a look of his usual hatred. The tall man stood straight, eyeing them all menacingly, making most students feel small.
"Professor Dumbledore wanted me to start you off with the Uthlia Potion. However, I am not sure if you are ready for it." He sneered. Harry glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eyes, to see her eyes widen in realization.
"This is a complex potion. One simple wrong move, like over boiling it for a second, can prove deadly." Snape let this sink in, as he glowered at Neville.
"This potion, made with Mermaids Scales and Dragon Root, used to be made for Selkies. It often helped their young during changes, sickness and other typical life experiences." At the many blank stares, "Do ANY of you know WHAT a Selkie is?" Hermione, Draco, and Seamus raised their hands. Snape rolled his eyes in exasperation. He glanced at Draco, but then looked at Seamus. "Finnigan?"
"They're a sea creature. Kind of like a mermaid. They're a people that can turn into a seal by using the seal skin of one of their ancestors. They were often portrayed in Muggle Irish legends, and have been thought to be extinct for decades."
"Correct. Five points." People actually gasped at that. Snape was giving GRYFFINDOR points? But before they had a chance to think about that, he was going on.
"It was also believed that Selkies had powers. They are NOT extinct, but are extremely rare. They were hunted for many reasons. One reason, was that Muggles thought they were simple seals, and wanted their coats. Another reason, is the magical qualities they possessed. It was rumored that even You-Know -Who tried to hunt them for a while, before giving up. We will go further into that another time. For now, we will focus on the ingredients for the potion, and I will separate you into groups." As Snape went over to the chalk board, and wrote stuff down, Harry turned to Hermione.
"What is going on?"
"Yeah, he GAVE us points." Ron said joining them.
"You heard him, this is a very dangerous potion. One simple mistake, could mean death. I guess this means he'll be even MORE dreadful." But Hermione didn't meet their eyes. Instead, she kept her eyes to her parchment, writing down ingredients. Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes, suspicious.
"Potter! Another ten points for NOT paying attention." He snapped to attention, and worked for the rest of class, but made a note to corner Hermione later.
"The list with your assigned partner is up on the board. You may look at it, while I go get some more Dragon Root from Professor Sprout. IF I see any mess or mayhem when I get back, you will be sure to regret it!" And with a twirl of his robes, Snape was out of the room." Harry and his friends looked at each other, before rushing up to the board. Ron made a face and glanced at Hermione.
"You've got Neville."
"And you've got Goyle." Hermione snapped back. Harry leaned forward, gazing at the list. His eyes widened.
"And I've got Malfoy." Horrid and sympathetic expressions turned to him.
"Don't worry Harry, from what I've been told, he's not such a big git anymore." Harry looked at Hermione as they went back to their seats. First Ginny, and now Hermione. He knew he was missing something, and it had to do with Malfoy. He looked at the blond, who was busy reading the book for class.
Feeling Harry's gaze on him, he looked up and locked gazes. After a minute, Draco went back to reading his book, without so much as a rude comment or look. Harry began to feel less nervous, and went back to work.
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For the next few weeks, they worked on the potion, but integrated other lessons in as well. Apparently it was a potion that developed over time, and even though they worked on other stuff, Snape quizzed them everyday on it. They were reaching the potions final stages when the accident happened.
"No, Potter. You don't add the unicorns hair for another six counts……Now, put it in."
Harry had been shocked the first time he worked with Malfoy this year. He had been civil, and even polite. But over the past few weeks, he had grown used to it, and treated him in the same manner. Of course, Quidditch was another matter, and Harry had yet to play against Slytherin.
Harry added the crushed hair the second Malfoy said now. Neville and Hermione worked behind them, Hermione doing a large portion of the work. Draco had his slender fingers wrapped around the long stirrer, and moved the wood in perfect circles counter-clock-wise. The potion was now a thick, dark purple liquid that would turn into a silver thin liquid, come the full moon.
Harry glanced behind him at Hermione. She was adding the hair right now, while Neville ground Alligators Tears together. The soft pearls turned into a powder as the stone pressed into it.
He had noticed a change in Hermione, though he wasn't sure what it was. He had grown used to her disappearing at night, spending most of her time in the library, and having 'secret' conversations with Ginny, Snape, Dumbledore and Draco. Ginny had been doing much the same thing, but she wasn't in his year, so it wasn't as obvious. He never had had a chance talk to her about Malfoy.
He started to slice more Dragon Root, since his Alligator's Tears were already crushed, when he heard a yelp. It had been Ron, trying to get away from the escaping purple goo. Goyle had added the Unicorn's hair and Alligator's Tears too close together, and the bottom of the cauldron dissolved. Harry moved so he was crouching on his bench, as the goo slowly moved towards them.
He noticed Draco wasn't paying attention, as he was engrossed in the book and his stirring. He quickly grabbed the blonde's shoulder, and tried to haul him onto the bench. He had heard enough stories about the risks of the evil goo, courtesy of Snape.
Draco's eyes found Harry's, the silver blue orbs confused. Harry didn't even TRY to explain, as he grabbed the other boy's legs and lifted them in time to miss the goo. The blue eyes lost their confusion, and were filled with fear, as the goo passed under their seats.
"Goyle! Twenty points from Slytherin!"
Draco then noticed how he was practically lying in Harry's lap, and felt a blush cross his cheeks. But he was stuck there for now, since there was NO way he was going to risk getting purple gunk on himself while changing positions. He turned his head, and glanced at Hermione and Longbottom behind them. Neville was standing on the bench, looking like he was about to hurl. Hermione sat on the desk facing him. She gave him a worried smile, as she saw past the cold indifference, and glimpsed his fear.
While the potion, at this stage, could instantly kill a human, it let Selkie's die a long, torturing death. It would be like extremely slow acid. The fumes were strong. Snape had cast a spell to keep the fumes inside the cauldrons, but the liquid was all over the floor now, sending up a horrid odor.
Harry watched as Snape frantically conjured a spell to stop the goo from spreading. It was as the 'professor' went to get a solution to clean it up, when he felt Draco begin to tremble. He looked down to see the slender figure shaking.
At first it looked like he was just scared, but then Harry saw that his skin was clammy. He clutched Harry's arm with surprising strength, and causing Harry some pain. His lashes were shut tight against ghostly cheeks. It was when he saw blood beginning to creep out of his nose, that he called for help.
"Hermione!"
"What is it, Ha…Oh my lord, Draco!" She leaned over, and cradled his face in her hands. Her blue eyes were narrowed in worry and concentration. She felt for his temperature, then forced his eye open for examination. The pupil was extremely small, surrounded by pale blue. Draco didn't HAVE pale blue eyes. It was then, that the frail looking figure in his arms started to convulse.
"Exendio Pulnus!" Hermione said, waving her wand over Draco's body. Harry saw the faintest glimmer of a silvery sheet, before it settled over Draco, and disappeared. The convulsions stopped. And so did Draco's breathing and heart beat. Harry looked up in horror at Hermione, who stared at Draco very clinically.
A/N: I have new kitties up on the link above, please check 'em out and tell me what you think. Hopefully I'll have a Ginny/Harry or a Draco/Hermione coming up. I'm getting a bit bored with the lack of romance. Are you guys? I'm thinking a Muggle costume ball, couple dead people, angst, maybe a Quidditch match. Hmm, who do you think Ron would be cute with? Lavender Brown? Parvati Patil? Hugs~GN
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. I just added some more Harry Potter kitties to the Draco kitty, already there. Ginny came out REALLY well. Some more are in the making as we speak. The address is:
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Any requests for a kitty or otherwise? Leave it in a review, or e-mail me.
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Harry was keeping an eye on Ginny the next morning. She was still pale, but looked better than she did last night. She didn't seem to have much of an appetite either. She was currently poking at the eggs and bacon Hermione had set before her.
"Come on, Gin. You need the protein." Hermione mothered.
The red head managed to swallow some egg, but grimaced. "I'm sorry, Mi. I'm just not hungry."
It was then that owl post came. Harry watched an eagle owl fly over to the Slytherin table, and drop a letter into a pale Malfoy's lap. It was the first time Harry had seen him since the train.
He watched as another letter landed in his lap by a second owl, and the same owl came over to their table. Harry straightened up as it flew right towards him. The owl swooped, and dropped a letter into Hermione's lap.
Her blue eyes scanned the letter, and then she quickly shoved it into her bag. She turned to Ginny and whispered something fiercely into her ear. The tired girl nodded her head, staring off into space. Harry looked at her eyes more closely, to find they were in focus. He followed her gaze, until he was looking at Malfoy.
What in bloody hell was going on with Malfoy, and why were Hermione and Ginny involved? Harry ran his fingers through his messy black hair, and studied the Slytherin. Malfoy looked like he was about to fall asleep, hunched over his bowl of porridge. He watched as Pansy Parkinson sidled up to him, wrapping an arm around him, and spoke to him. Malfoy gave her a glare that could be felt even over here. Then he took her arm, and flung it off his shoulder. The brunette seemed to threaten him, before turning on her heel, and stalking out of the hall.
Malfoy waited a moment, before giving up on his food. He stood and started to walk out of the hall. He stopped near their table, where Harry could see his pasty complexion better. He raised an eyebrow at Ginny. "If you want to grow a figure, Weasley, I suggest you refrain from starving yourself."
Harry felt anger flicker through him. The Gryffindors at the table all turned to glare at the offensive blond. Ron scowled at him, ready to say something, when he yelped. Ginny must have stomped on his foot. She gave Malfoy a mocking look.
"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you cared." She gave him a wry smile.
He in turn, gave her a smirk. "There are a LOT of things you don't know about me, Weasley."
She raised an amused eyebrow. "I wouldn't say that."
Malfoy sent her a look, before turning on his heel, and walking out of the hall. Harry turned to stare at Ginny openly. Hermione was looking at the girl with raised eyebrows. Ginny ignored the looks that were sent her way from all around the table, and continued on her quest to force food down her throat.
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On his way to double Potions, Harry caught up with Ginny. "Ginny?"
The girl looked at him, a guarded look on her face. Harry was concerned, but managed a small smile. "I just wanted to know, what's going on with Malfoy?" He asked non-intrusive. She glared at him.
"I already told you, AND Ron. It's con-"
"That's not what I meant. I meant this morning."
Ginny let out a resigned sigh. She stopped walking, and led him to the side.
"You promise you won't tell Ron, or the others?"
"Does that include Hermione?"
She smiled at him. Hermione wasn't the ONLY perceptive one.
"No, it doesn't."
"Okay. Deal."
"Well, last year, I was having a really tough time." Harry nodded, remembering her depressive mood last year. Every time he would ask Ron about it, he would brush it off. "Mal-Draco was having an even HARDER time, the poor git. We kind of became friends, and helped each other out. What he was saying at the table, was his way of showing concern in public. If word got out about him being nice to a Weasley, he would be in some serious trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Harry asked, trying to adjust to the news.
"You know how bad the Dursley's treated you? *Harry nodded* He gets it even worse at home, if he puts so much as a hair out of line."
Harry was about to ask something, when Ginny cut him off.
"You might want to get to class before your late. We can talk about this later. And PLEASE don't let Draco know you know?" At his nod, she took off for her own class.
By the time Harry reached the classroom, most of the kids were already sitting down. He looked around to see Hermione and Ron were already sitting next to each other, and as he took a seat next to them, he looked at Draco. He was seating, pretty much by himself. When Parkinson went to sit down next to him, he glared at her until she moved away. He saw Crabbe and Goyle next to each other a few seats away from Draco.
He turned to Hermione, and raised an eyebrow in question.
"He hasn't been feeling well since the train, and has even LESS patience today. You should have seen the way he snapped at his 'bodyguards'." Harry nodded in understanding, and opened his book as Snape strode into the room.
Neville entered just as the bell rang. "Longbottom! Fifteen points from Gryffindor. I hope your incompetence won't make you late again. Now sit down, before I take more points away." Neville hurriedly sat down a seat away from Draco, who sent him a death glare. But Neville couldn't move, since there weren't any other seats in the room. Harry sent him a sympathetic look.
"Potter! Five points from Gryffindor. Pay attention."
Harry looked at Snape with a look of his usual hatred. The tall man stood straight, eyeing them all menacingly, making most students feel small.
"Professor Dumbledore wanted me to start you off with the Uthlia Potion. However, I am not sure if you are ready for it." He sneered. Harry glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eyes, to see her eyes widen in realization.
"This is a complex potion. One simple wrong move, like over boiling it for a second, can prove deadly." Snape let this sink in, as he glowered at Neville.
"This potion, made with Mermaids Scales and Dragon Root, used to be made for Selkies. It often helped their young during changes, sickness and other typical life experiences." At the many blank stares, "Do ANY of you know WHAT a Selkie is?" Hermione, Draco, and Seamus raised their hands. Snape rolled his eyes in exasperation. He glanced at Draco, but then looked at Seamus. "Finnigan?"
"They're a sea creature. Kind of like a mermaid. They're a people that can turn into a seal by using the seal skin of one of their ancestors. They were often portrayed in Muggle Irish legends, and have been thought to be extinct for decades."
"Correct. Five points." People actually gasped at that. Snape was giving GRYFFINDOR points? But before they had a chance to think about that, he was going on.
"It was also believed that Selkies had powers. They are NOT extinct, but are extremely rare. They were hunted for many reasons. One reason, was that Muggles thought they were simple seals, and wanted their coats. Another reason, is the magical qualities they possessed. It was rumored that even You-Know -Who tried to hunt them for a while, before giving up. We will go further into that another time. For now, we will focus on the ingredients for the potion, and I will separate you into groups." As Snape went over to the chalk board, and wrote stuff down, Harry turned to Hermione.
"What is going on?"
"Yeah, he GAVE us points." Ron said joining them.
"You heard him, this is a very dangerous potion. One simple mistake, could mean death. I guess this means he'll be even MORE dreadful." But Hermione didn't meet their eyes. Instead, she kept her eyes to her parchment, writing down ingredients. Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes, suspicious.
"Potter! Another ten points for NOT paying attention." He snapped to attention, and worked for the rest of class, but made a note to corner Hermione later.
"The list with your assigned partner is up on the board. You may look at it, while I go get some more Dragon Root from Professor Sprout. IF I see any mess or mayhem when I get back, you will be sure to regret it!" And with a twirl of his robes, Snape was out of the room." Harry and his friends looked at each other, before rushing up to the board. Ron made a face and glanced at Hermione.
"You've got Neville."
"And you've got Goyle." Hermione snapped back. Harry leaned forward, gazing at the list. His eyes widened.
"And I've got Malfoy." Horrid and sympathetic expressions turned to him.
"Don't worry Harry, from what I've been told, he's not such a big git anymore." Harry looked at Hermione as they went back to their seats. First Ginny, and now Hermione. He knew he was missing something, and it had to do with Malfoy. He looked at the blond, who was busy reading the book for class.
Feeling Harry's gaze on him, he looked up and locked gazes. After a minute, Draco went back to reading his book, without so much as a rude comment or look. Harry began to feel less nervous, and went back to work.
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For the next few weeks, they worked on the potion, but integrated other lessons in as well. Apparently it was a potion that developed over time, and even though they worked on other stuff, Snape quizzed them everyday on it. They were reaching the potions final stages when the accident happened.
"No, Potter. You don't add the unicorns hair for another six counts……Now, put it in."
Harry had been shocked the first time he worked with Malfoy this year. He had been civil, and even polite. But over the past few weeks, he had grown used to it, and treated him in the same manner. Of course, Quidditch was another matter, and Harry had yet to play against Slytherin.
Harry added the crushed hair the second Malfoy said now. Neville and Hermione worked behind them, Hermione doing a large portion of the work. Draco had his slender fingers wrapped around the long stirrer, and moved the wood in perfect circles counter-clock-wise. The potion was now a thick, dark purple liquid that would turn into a silver thin liquid, come the full moon.
Harry glanced behind him at Hermione. She was adding the hair right now, while Neville ground Alligators Tears together. The soft pearls turned into a powder as the stone pressed into it.
He had noticed a change in Hermione, though he wasn't sure what it was. He had grown used to her disappearing at night, spending most of her time in the library, and having 'secret' conversations with Ginny, Snape, Dumbledore and Draco. Ginny had been doing much the same thing, but she wasn't in his year, so it wasn't as obvious. He never had had a chance talk to her about Malfoy.
He started to slice more Dragon Root, since his Alligator's Tears were already crushed, when he heard a yelp. It had been Ron, trying to get away from the escaping purple goo. Goyle had added the Unicorn's hair and Alligator's Tears too close together, and the bottom of the cauldron dissolved. Harry moved so he was crouching on his bench, as the goo slowly moved towards them.
He noticed Draco wasn't paying attention, as he was engrossed in the book and his stirring. He quickly grabbed the blonde's shoulder, and tried to haul him onto the bench. He had heard enough stories about the risks of the evil goo, courtesy of Snape.
Draco's eyes found Harry's, the silver blue orbs confused. Harry didn't even TRY to explain, as he grabbed the other boy's legs and lifted them in time to miss the goo. The blue eyes lost their confusion, and were filled with fear, as the goo passed under their seats.
"Goyle! Twenty points from Slytherin!"
Draco then noticed how he was practically lying in Harry's lap, and felt a blush cross his cheeks. But he was stuck there for now, since there was NO way he was going to risk getting purple gunk on himself while changing positions. He turned his head, and glanced at Hermione and Longbottom behind them. Neville was standing on the bench, looking like he was about to hurl. Hermione sat on the desk facing him. She gave him a worried smile, as she saw past the cold indifference, and glimpsed his fear.
While the potion, at this stage, could instantly kill a human, it let Selkie's die a long, torturing death. It would be like extremely slow acid. The fumes were strong. Snape had cast a spell to keep the fumes inside the cauldrons, but the liquid was all over the floor now, sending up a horrid odor.
Harry watched as Snape frantically conjured a spell to stop the goo from spreading. It was as the 'professor' went to get a solution to clean it up, when he felt Draco begin to tremble. He looked down to see the slender figure shaking.
At first it looked like he was just scared, but then Harry saw that his skin was clammy. He clutched Harry's arm with surprising strength, and causing Harry some pain. His lashes were shut tight against ghostly cheeks. It was when he saw blood beginning to creep out of his nose, that he called for help.
"Hermione!"
"What is it, Ha…Oh my lord, Draco!" She leaned over, and cradled his face in her hands. Her blue eyes were narrowed in worry and concentration. She felt for his temperature, then forced his eye open for examination. The pupil was extremely small, surrounded by pale blue. Draco didn't HAVE pale blue eyes. It was then, that the frail looking figure in his arms started to convulse.
"Exendio Pulnus!" Hermione said, waving her wand over Draco's body. Harry saw the faintest glimmer of a silvery sheet, before it settled over Draco, and disappeared. The convulsions stopped. And so did Draco's breathing and heart beat. Harry looked up in horror at Hermione, who stared at Draco very clinically.
A/N: I have new kitties up on the link above, please check 'em out and tell me what you think. Hopefully I'll have a Ginny/Harry or a Draco/Hermione coming up. I'm getting a bit bored with the lack of romance. Are you guys? I'm thinking a Muggle costume ball, couple dead people, angst, maybe a Quidditch match. Hmm, who do you think Ron would be cute with? Lavender Brown? Parvati Patil? Hugs~GN