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 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. I have Draco/Hermione kitties, Ginny/Harry kitties, and Ron/Lavender kitties inked. But I got grounded because a misunderstanding with my dad, so they have yet to be scanned and colored.
Okay, I started to write this chapter a while ago. I got pretty far. And then the computer ATE all my beautiful work. *sobs* Since that masterpiece is gone, and I don't feel like rewriting it, we're going to skip ahead a bit. Oh, And I'm working on another HP Vamp Fic as we speak. It's a one shot (but LONG), and hopefully more dark, or gory.
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Draco was once again swimming in that dark lake he hated so much. He would visit there often throughout the summer, when his father's 'colleagues' liked to 'discipline' him. His father didn't really know about it, but had his suspicions. His mother did know, but couldn't do anything.
The day he learned to fight back, was the day he experienced hell on earth. He was tall, his slender build giving the illusion of frailty. But he wasn't frail at all. He could hold his own against even his 'bodyguards'. When he came to Hogwarts, he decided things were going to change. He wasn't planning on joining Dumbledore at the time…but now he thought it was in his best interest.
He fought to the surface of that horrid lake, and woke up. Hermione was there, waiting for him. As she always was.
"What the hell happened?" Was that HIS voice?
"You passed out when the fumes hit you. Harry and I thought you were going to die." She replied, with a wavering voice. Potter? I managed to move my head to the other side, to see Ginny and Potter sitting there, looking at me.
"Hey Weasley, haven't seen YOU for a while." The red head managed a small smile, before walking over and giving me a light hug. She pulled back, but sat on the bed, instead of going back to her chair.
"Come ON, people. It couldn't have THAT bad."
Ginny frowned. "It was that bad. Even HARRY was worried."
My eyebrows flew to my hairline, as I looked at Potter. He stared at me, evaluating the situation. Then he gave me a smirk.
"Well, Malfoy, guess this means you AREN'T a pure blood." Fuck. He knew.
"He guessed it on his own. We told him the edited version of the story. If I didn't know better, I would say he's amazed."
"Amazed at what, Granger?" It was said as an endearment, no longer as a curse. (Scully+Mulder ^_~ anyone)
"The fact there's another person as stubborn as him. And resilient."
Harry stood up, and sat down next to Ginny. He offered a hand. "Truce?"
I raised an eyebrow, but accepted it. "Truce. Though, this doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you, Potter, come the Quidditch match."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I looked at Hermione, who had a beautiful smile plastered on her face. Her blue eyes were twinkling, with unshed tears, and her brown hair streamed down her back. Oh yeah. I fancy her. Who couldn't? She had grown into a gorgeous young woman. She too, sat on the bed.
I looked back at Potter, who had a questioning look on his face.
"So tell me, Malfoy, what are you?"
My eyes narrowed, thinking. I grabbed my wand from the night-stand beside my bed, and sat up.
"Reflectoria." I murmured. Instantly, I could see the ghostly apparitions of two people. Potter's parents. I nodded, and put my wand down, as Harry stared at the disappearing figures.
"What did you do?" He asked, wide-eyed.
"It's a spell to make sure it's you. If you were using Poly Juice, or under the influence of the Imperious curse, it would show your real identity or another person. But since you were you, it showed him your parents." Hermione explained.
I pitied Potter, with him standing there, a lost puppy dog expression on his face. But I also thought he was lucky, not that I'd admit it. I know I could trust HIM. He's a goody-two-shoes- Gryffindor.
I raised an eyebrow, as I studied his expression. I smirked as I thought of what his reaction might be. "Potter, how much do you know about vampires?"
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Ron stared at the figures surrounding Malfoy's bed. Harry sat back in a chair, a slight frown on his forehead. Hermione and his sister sat on the bed, bodies facing each other while talking to Malfoy.
"-won't tell your father, but he HAS flooed your mother." Hermione was saying.
"What did she say?" The blond Slytherin asked. Ron narrowed his eyes at how casual the conversation was.
"Well, according to Dumbledore, she was worried, but okay. She'll be sending some Drag…Ron! What are you doing here?!" Hermione looked at Ron in amazement.
"Actually, that would be MY question."
He didn't like the guilty looks one bit. He sat in the chair Ginny had abandoned. His sister gave a glare in his direction, before ignoring him and continuing the conversation.
"Basically, your mother's sending medication in the morning to help. Meanwhile, we have to take shifts in watching you, to make sure you don't go back under. Who knew you were allergic to Dragon Root? Dobby volunteered to share shifts during the night-"
"Dobby?!" Ron could see Malfoy hiding a wince.
"Yes, Dobby. You don't have a problem with that, DO you?"
Malfoy ignored the tight lipped expression on Hermione's face, and focused on Ginny's concerned one. "No, of course I don't. But he might. Do you really think it's safe to leave him in here with me?"
Ginny and Hermione heard the double meaning, but Ron and Harry tensed up. Before Ron could say something, there was a shriek outside the door. Malfoy paled, as his eyes snapped to the door.
Hermione and Ginny acted instantly. They dove for the supply closet, dragging the boys with them. The door closed and locked just as Pansy Parkinson stormed through the front door. Madam Pomfrey was trying to get her to leave, but gave up and went in search of Snape.
From within the closet, Ron could hear nothing more than muffled voices. Then there were a few times where those voices rose. The closet itself was quite large, and when a light flashed behind him, he turned to look at it.
Hermione and Ginny sat in bean bag chairs quite comfortably. They both had illuminated their wands, and were reading a book so large, it lay in both their laps.
"You two look like you've been doing this a while." Neither looked up at the sound of Harry's voice, but Hemrione answered.
"We have. What would people think if they saw us with Draco in the hospital wing?"
"Quite a bit, I imagine." Harry looked at the book with curious eyes.
"What the bloody hell is up with you?! Draco?! Wha…How…"
"It's quite easy to figure out. But then in the time I've known you, Ron, you tend NOT to use it."
"Can the insults and tell me what's going ON!"
Three pairs of eyes turned to glare at him. "You know, Ron, it's a good thing I put a silencing charm on this room a while ago. They both would have heard you. THEN we'd be in trouble." Hermione muttered.
"DRACO needs our help, asked for it, and we are giving it to him. I have been friends with him since last year. He's not as bad as you think he is, but I can't say anything that might lose his trust in me."
Ron started a glaring contest with his sister, until she lost interest, and started reading again. Hermione looked up at Ron. "IF you want to know what's going on, in full, you'll have to ask Malfoy."
Ron took to glaring at the door, after receiving NO help from Harry.
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Draco scowled at the door the Pansy went through, thoroughly disgusted. He still had a pout on his face, as he picked up a ball, and threw it at the closet door. Ron was the first to leave, and stormed out of the infirmary. Harry and Ginny left next, with Hermione following behind.
"So, how was it?"
"Horrible as always. I SWEAR, she's trying to bore me to death with her girly habits. I think she's catching on."
"We'll have to do something about it." Hermione said, a worried expression on her face.
"Well, Granger, we could always pose as a couple."
"Do you REALLY think that would work?" The brunette asked incredulously.
"I could always tell the Slytherins that I was just getting into Potter's good graces for Voldemort."
"Well, it might work. We could always try I-"
"Come ON, Mi. You KNOW you want to." Ginny chirped. The red head just smiled at the glares sent her way. She also smiled at the raising color in faces.
"You mean like how YOU still fancy Potter?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at my question. I smirked at Potter's blush, my own tinted cheeks recovering.
"Oh!" Hermione sat up quickly. Inquiring faces looked at her. She blushed. "We have CoMC next. Hagrid would be disappointed if we weren't there."
Harry and Ginny nodded, and got up. Ginny gave me a quick peck on the cheek, before grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out of the room.
Hermione stood there a minute, looking like she was about to say something, before she left. I was left, staring at the door, pondering.
A/N: Hopefully more to come soon. But really, who do you think would look good with Ron? Poor boy, I feel sorry for him. Now, Quidditch should be coming up, along with a dance, bet, and Halloween. Ooo~
Also, please let me know which parts you like best, so that I may write more of them.
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 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. I have Draco/Hermione kitties, Ginny/Harry kitties, and Ron/Lavender kitties inked. But I got grounded because a misunderstanding with my dad, so they have yet to be scanned and colored.
Okay, I started to write this chapter a while ago. I got pretty far. And then the computer ATE all my beautiful work. *sobs* Since that masterpiece is gone, and I don't feel like rewriting it, we're going to skip ahead a bit. Oh, And I'm working on another HP Vamp Fic as we speak. It's a one shot (but LONG), and hopefully more dark, or gory.
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Draco was once again swimming in that dark lake he hated so much. He would visit there often throughout the summer, when his father's 'colleagues' liked to 'discipline' him. His father didn't really know about it, but had his suspicions. His mother did know, but couldn't do anything.
The day he learned to fight back, was the day he experienced hell on earth. He was tall, his slender build giving the illusion of frailty. But he wasn't frail at all. He could hold his own against even his 'bodyguards'. When he came to Hogwarts, he decided things were going to change. He wasn't planning on joining Dumbledore at the time…but now he thought it was in his best interest.
He fought to the surface of that horrid lake, and woke up. Hermione was there, waiting for him. As she always was.
"What the hell happened?" Was that HIS voice?
"You passed out when the fumes hit you. Harry and I thought you were going to die." She replied, with a wavering voice. Potter? I managed to move my head to the other side, to see Ginny and Potter sitting there, looking at me.
"Hey Weasley, haven't seen YOU for a while." The red head managed a small smile, before walking over and giving me a light hug. She pulled back, but sat on the bed, instead of going back to her chair.
"Come ON, people. It couldn't have THAT bad."
Ginny frowned. "It was that bad. Even HARRY was worried."
My eyebrows flew to my hairline, as I looked at Potter. He stared at me, evaluating the situation. Then he gave me a smirk.
"Well, Malfoy, guess this means you AREN'T a pure blood." Fuck. He knew.
"He guessed it on his own. We told him the edited version of the story. If I didn't know better, I would say he's amazed."
"Amazed at what, Granger?" It was said as an endearment, no longer as a curse. (Scully+Mulder ^_~ anyone)
"The fact there's another person as stubborn as him. And resilient."
Harry stood up, and sat down next to Ginny. He offered a hand. "Truce?"
I raised an eyebrow, but accepted it. "Truce. Though, this doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you, Potter, come the Quidditch match."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I looked at Hermione, who had a beautiful smile plastered on her face. Her blue eyes were twinkling, with unshed tears, and her brown hair streamed down her back. Oh yeah. I fancy her. Who couldn't? She had grown into a gorgeous young woman. She too, sat on the bed.
I looked back at Potter, who had a questioning look on his face.
"So tell me, Malfoy, what are you?"
My eyes narrowed, thinking. I grabbed my wand from the night-stand beside my bed, and sat up.
"Reflectoria." I murmured. Instantly, I could see the ghostly apparitions of two people. Potter's parents. I nodded, and put my wand down, as Harry stared at the disappearing figures.
"What did you do?" He asked, wide-eyed.
"It's a spell to make sure it's you. If you were using Poly Juice, or under the influence of the Imperious curse, it would show your real identity or another person. But since you were you, it showed him your parents." Hermione explained.
I pitied Potter, with him standing there, a lost puppy dog expression on his face. But I also thought he was lucky, not that I'd admit it. I know I could trust HIM. He's a goody-two-shoes- Gryffindor.
I raised an eyebrow, as I studied his expression. I smirked as I thought of what his reaction might be. "Potter, how much do you know about vampires?"
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Ron stared at the figures surrounding Malfoy's bed. Harry sat back in a chair, a slight frown on his forehead. Hermione and his sister sat on the bed, bodies facing each other while talking to Malfoy.
"-won't tell your father, but he HAS flooed your mother." Hermione was saying.
"What did she say?" The blond Slytherin asked. Ron narrowed his eyes at how casual the conversation was.
"Well, according to Dumbledore, she was worried, but okay. She'll be sending some Drag…Ron! What are you doing here?!" Hermione looked at Ron in amazement.
"Actually, that would be MY question."
He didn't like the guilty looks one bit. He sat in the chair Ginny had abandoned. His sister gave a glare in his direction, before ignoring him and continuing the conversation.
"Basically, your mother's sending medication in the morning to help. Meanwhile, we have to take shifts in watching you, to make sure you don't go back under. Who knew you were allergic to Dragon Root? Dobby volunteered to share shifts during the night-"
"Dobby?!" Ron could see Malfoy hiding a wince.
"Yes, Dobby. You don't have a problem with that, DO you?"
Malfoy ignored the tight lipped expression on Hermione's face, and focused on Ginny's concerned one. "No, of course I don't. But he might. Do you really think it's safe to leave him in here with me?"
Ginny and Hermione heard the double meaning, but Ron and Harry tensed up. Before Ron could say something, there was a shriek outside the door. Malfoy paled, as his eyes snapped to the door.
Hermione and Ginny acted instantly. They dove for the supply closet, dragging the boys with them. The door closed and locked just as Pansy Parkinson stormed through the front door. Madam Pomfrey was trying to get her to leave, but gave up and went in search of Snape.
From within the closet, Ron could hear nothing more than muffled voices. Then there were a few times where those voices rose. The closet itself was quite large, and when a light flashed behind him, he turned to look at it.
Hermione and Ginny sat in bean bag chairs quite comfortably. They both had illuminated their wands, and were reading a book so large, it lay in both their laps.
"You two look like you've been doing this a while." Neither looked up at the sound of Harry's voice, but Hemrione answered.
"We have. What would people think if they saw us with Draco in the hospital wing?"
"Quite a bit, I imagine." Harry looked at the book with curious eyes.
"What the bloody hell is up with you?! Draco?! Wha…How…"
"It's quite easy to figure out. But then in the time I've known you, Ron, you tend NOT to use it."
"Can the insults and tell me what's going ON!"
Three pairs of eyes turned to glare at him. "You know, Ron, it's a good thing I put a silencing charm on this room a while ago. They both would have heard you. THEN we'd be in trouble." Hermione muttered.
"DRACO needs our help, asked for it, and we are giving it to him. I have been friends with him since last year. He's not as bad as you think he is, but I can't say anything that might lose his trust in me."
Ron started a glaring contest with his sister, until she lost interest, and started reading again. Hermione looked up at Ron. "IF you want to know what's going on, in full, you'll have to ask Malfoy."
Ron took to glaring at the door, after receiving NO help from Harry.
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Draco scowled at the door the Pansy went through, thoroughly disgusted. He still had a pout on his face, as he picked up a ball, and threw it at the closet door. Ron was the first to leave, and stormed out of the infirmary. Harry and Ginny left next, with Hermione following behind.
"So, how was it?"
"Horrible as always. I SWEAR, she's trying to bore me to death with her girly habits. I think she's catching on."
"We'll have to do something about it." Hermione said, a worried expression on her face.
"Well, Granger, we could always pose as a couple."
"Do you REALLY think that would work?" The brunette asked incredulously.
"I could always tell the Slytherins that I was just getting into Potter's good graces for Voldemort."
"Well, it might work. We could always try I-"
"Come ON, Mi. You KNOW you want to." Ginny chirped. The red head just smiled at the glares sent her way. She also smiled at the raising color in faces.
"You mean like how YOU still fancy Potter?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at my question. I smirked at Potter's blush, my own tinted cheeks recovering.
"Oh!" Hermione sat up quickly. Inquiring faces looked at her. She blushed. "We have CoMC next. Hagrid would be disappointed if we weren't there."
Harry and Ginny nodded, and got up. Ginny gave me a quick peck on the cheek, before grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out of the room.
Hermione stood there a minute, looking like she was about to say something, before she left. I was left, staring at the door, pondering.
A/N: Hopefully more to come soon. But really, who do you think would look good with Ron? Poor boy, I feel sorry for him. Now, Quidditch should be coming up, along with a dance, bet, and Halloween. Ooo~
Also, please let me know which parts you like best, so that I may write more of them.