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. There are quite a few Harry Potter kitties already there. 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 one pair of Hermione and Draco kitties up, and another one on the way. Please tell me what you think. I don't think they came out too well.
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"Ginny?!" Came the frantic whisper.
Ginny felt herself being rudely awakened. She moaned, before turning over, and hiding her face under her pillow. As the shaking increased, she batted at the offending person with her pillow. When she heard a yelp, she opened an eye blearily, to peek at Hemrione.
The brunette glared at her sleepy friend, fully dressed. "Ron told me to get you out of bed. He said it's time for Quidditch practice."
Ginny glanced over at her clock. It read, Too Early. She agreed with it, but groaned as she got up. She managed to be dressed within four minutes, and was downstairs in less time. She saw Harry leaning against one of the chairs, nodding off. He, too, was already in his Quidditch robes.
"Come on, Harry. If we're not down in two, Ron will have our necks."
"If he keeps having early practices like this, I'll break HIS."
Ginny stifled the giggle that bubbled up her throat. Harry, with his eye lids drooping and set face, looked like he meant it. He saw her expression as they exited the Common Room, and tried to keep a smirk off his own face. Soon, they were laughing as they half ran down to the locker rooms.
Ron had been pacing when they entered, still smiling. Pat Timberlane, a girl in the same year as Ginny, managed to smile a greeting, before returning her glare to Ron. Ginny joined the Beater on the end of the bench. Harry took his place next to Ron, and slumped against a locker.
"Okay, the game against Hufflepuff was good, but Slytherin managed to beat Ravenclaw. As you know, we're up against them Friday. We no longer have to worry about Flint, but there is Malfoy. He's the captain this year, and though I HATE to admit it, he's clever. McGonall,"
Ginny watched as Sean's head snapped up. Sandy colored hair fell into the sixth years hazel eyes, as he sent a look to Ron. Her brother continued, ignoring the look. "I liked the save you made, when Chang tried to beat the Bludger at Bell. But you have work on your swings still. I want you to…"
Ginny felt herself falling asleep. She felt a prod in her side, and saw a grinning Pat. The girl raised her dark brows amusedly, before standing up. As Ron continued to drone on, she watched Pat open a locker, and pulled out a pitcher. Ginny jumped up and skipped over to Pat. At Ginny's sudden movement, the whole team glanced over to see Pat serving herself and Ginny juice.
There was a mad dash for the pitcher, everyone needing the refreshment of the berryroot. Ron glared at them, until finally smiling and helping himself. Ginny finished her first cup before the dash began, and now was going slowly on her second. It was a fun drink, that turned your mouth different colors. It was also a refreshing drink, reviving a person after waking.
Ginny smiled as she saw Harry's lips turned blue, but he pointed at her, grinning widely. She opened a locker to look at a mirror, and started laughing. Her mouth was a bright red. Ron had an orange mouth, along with Pat. Sean and Amber Millington had purple mouths, and Violet Bell had a green mouth. They all started laughing, pointing at each other as their mouths continued to change colors.
Then, when they were finished, Ron pulled out a board, and started drawing diagrams. Ginny felt her head droop to Harry's shoulder, as her brother's voice went on. She was no longer physically tired, but Ron could be as boring as Percy or Professor Binns when it came to diagrams. No, this was a mental stupor, that made her brain sleep, with the rest of her following. Others around her were in them same state.
She could feel Harry's head lean against hers, and she guessed he was another victim. She could feel the mists of dreaming coming towards her, when…
"Virginia Weasley! Wake up!" Ginny's head snapped up, nicking Harry's cheek slightly, as he, too, woke up. She rubbed her temple where it had collided with Harry, and glared at Ron. She could see the others snapping out of their stupor, as well. Their mouths were no longer glowing with color.
Both Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes at the same time, exasperated, for different reasons. The rest of the team saw this, and tried to silence snickers.
"You know, Ron, as much as you two try to deny it, you Weasley's are all alike." Ron glared at Violet's easy going grin. The girl resembled her older sister, Katie, who had left years earlier.
Harry saw his best friend open his mouth to say something, but intervened. "Don't you think it's time to actually practice, Ron? We've been in here for hours."
"Yeah, Ron. We're visual learners. We NEED hands on experience, rather than boring diagrams." Everyone agreed with Ginny, and said so. Ron looked defeated, as he nodded. There was a mad rush for the door, after they all grabbed their brooms. The second she was clear of the building, Ginny kicked off.
She had a Nimbus Six Thousand. It had just come out early last summer, and had been sent to her as an early birthday gift from someone anonymous. Her parents had been worried that it was a trick, or it might have been fouled with, so they sent it to be stripped. It came out fine, as Ginny knew it would. As she also knew it came from Draco. She had been made Chaser in her fourth year. And she would spend nights up in the far east tower, exchanging Quidditch stories with Draco.
As she looped around, speeding off with Harry and Sean, she realized she missed those nights. Maybe when Draco was feeling better, they could have a reunion.
Finally, Ron had them in formation, and they were practicing. Ginny tried out the tips Draco had taught her, and by the astonished looks sent her way, they worked. As she went into a dive, twisting to catch the ball, she saw Ron shout. She turned to see seven green figures enter the field. It was hard not to spot the blond hair of Draco Malfoy, as he led his team out onto the pitch.
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Draco smiled as he saw the Gryffindors land. Ginny was doing a whole lot better this year, thanks to his tutelage. He watched as she landed next to her brother, fast and efficient, but not jarring herself. He put on a sneer as her brother came stomping over.
"Why, good morning Weasley. I see your teaching them how to do ballet. It was quite amusing in the last match how Potter did that spin twist to avoid that bludger. I dare say you're getting better." He inwardly sighed as he heard the snickering and laughing from behind him. Really, it wasn't that good of a joke. Wait, Ron's face was turning as red as his hair. Now THAT'S funny.
"Malfoy! What are YOU doing here!? I booked the field for this morning until afternoon!" It was déjà vu all over again, as he remembered his first year on the pitch.
"Why, I have special permission from Professor Snape to train the new Beater." He waved a slip of paper in front of their faces. Close enough for them to see it, but far enough to keep them from grabbing it. He watched, amused, as Ron sputtered, and spit in his anger. The red heads face was turning purple.
Pansy came forward, throwing her dark hair over her shoulder. "Come on, we don't have ALL day, Weasley. If you think we're going to let some Mudlbloods…"
That did it. As soon as that foul word left her mouth, Timberlane threw herself at Pansy. Draco raised an eyebrow at the ensuing cat-fight. As the other girls tried to pull them apart, he caught Ginny's eye, and sent her a wink. She smiled back at him, as no one was looking except Harry.
"Okay, Parkinson, break it up." Pansy immediately stopped clawing at Pat. "It's good that you know you're enemy, and tried to put her out of action. However, if you did, we'd have to forfeit. Next time, use your head." Pansy had an adorable pout on her face, but said nothing. She had a few scratches on her face, and a bruise showing up on her cheek.
He leaned down, and whispered in her ear. "But I'm damn proud of you." After that, she was all smiles. He glanced at Ron, who was still fuming.
"Come on now, Weasley. Didn't your mother teach you how to share? There's plenty of air space to go around…"
Ginny and Harry had to restrain Ron. Draco just raised an eyebrow, as he leaned on his broom, watching. Finally Ron gave in, and Draco uttered a warning to his team not to 'let' anything happen to Gryffindor. And with that, he kicked off.
He had them go through ordinary drills, before starting them on new ones. He studied them with a keen eye. When ever they did something wrong, he would make the whole team do it over again. He was tough and rough, but he had something that Marcus Flint never had: compassion for his mates.
He remembered the uproar at letting Pansy play. A GIRL on the Slytherin team?! But she was good, and one of Draco's best friends. She had secured the possession of Keeper by herself, and her skill.HHHHHHHff
They stayed at their end, and the goody-two-shoes at theirs. Things were going good. That is, until his former bodyguards decided to have a little fun. The two Beaters zoomed around their area, widening the circle, until they 'accidentally' crashed into Ginny Weasley. To his relief, and pride, she stayed on her broom. Even after being intercepted by over four hundred pounds, she managed to stay well balanced on her broom, though hanging upside-down.
Draco shook his head, exasperated. Pansy flew up next to him, and made a face at Crabbe and Goyle. "Goyle. Crabbe." The two laughing boys turned to look at their captain. They stopped laughing at the look on his face. He was calm and collected, but there was a fury barely kept in check. They recognized the thinning of his lips, and the narrowing of his silvery eyes; and trembled.
"Malfoy! What in bloody hell are you doing?! That's it!" Ron flew straight at him, a flash of orange and red. Draco easily swerved out of the way, with the skill of a Seeker. Ron gave chase, and Draco gladly led it. Around the posts they went, weaving in and out. There were hoots and catcalls form the assembled teams. At one point, Ron realized he was out classed by the MoonBeam3000, when Draco did a fancy loop to loop. There was only a flash of green and silver blond hair.
When they reached the gathered Slytherins and Gryffindors, they scattered in fear of being hit. But Draco just stopped where they once stood, hair and robes still flying from the inertia. Ron didn't have the ability to stop as fast on his Nimbus 2000, but did stop a few yards away. Draco raised an eyebrow, and smiled. "Thank you, Weasley. I needed that. These buffoons really have a hard time on giving me an exercise." The students looked at each other, not sure if it was an insult or a compliment.
"Don't hand me that Malfoy. I KNOW you told your goons to do that."
"Oh, come on, Weasley. As much as it seems they don't have a brain, they do. They don't take orders from me anymore. Though, they will be punished later."
"Don't take me for a bloody idiot! I know you told them to do it."
Draco looked over at Ginny. She floated next to Harry, and had a frown on her face. He smiled devilishly at her. He looked back at Ron, still grinning. "Weasley, if I wanted to have your sister thrown off her broom, I wouldn't tell Crabbe or Goyle to do it. I'd do it myself."
With a swift shove in the right place, Ginny went flying off of her broom, and fell. Everyone watched in horror as she fell, well over a hundred and fifty feet, screaming. Draco watched with a smile as Ron tried in vain to save his sister, diving after her on his out classed broom.
A/N: And yes, when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. Slytherin, too, is watching as Ginny falls to her death, in horror. Will I really kill off Ginny? Is Draco REALLY heartless? Find out in the next chapter…
I was originally planning on having a longer chapter, but I thought it would be more suspenseful by ending it here. Hee, hee. Romance to come. And hopefully some darker stuff, some fluffier stuff…Maybe I shouldn't even start to write the next chapter until I get at least ten more reviews… *thinks about it* Nah, I'm not THAT cruel, but I MIGHT start doing something like that if I'm not getting too many reviews.
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. There are quite a few Harry Potter kitties already there. 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 one pair of Hermione and Draco kitties up, and another one on the way. Please tell me what you think. I don't think they came out too well.
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"Ginny?!" Came the frantic whisper.
Ginny felt herself being rudely awakened. She moaned, before turning over, and hiding her face under her pillow. As the shaking increased, she batted at the offending person with her pillow. When she heard a yelp, she opened an eye blearily, to peek at Hemrione.
The brunette glared at her sleepy friend, fully dressed. "Ron told me to get you out of bed. He said it's time for Quidditch practice."
Ginny glanced over at her clock. It read, Too Early. She agreed with it, but groaned as she got up. She managed to be dressed within four minutes, and was downstairs in less time. She saw Harry leaning against one of the chairs, nodding off. He, too, was already in his Quidditch robes.
"Come on, Harry. If we're not down in two, Ron will have our necks."
"If he keeps having early practices like this, I'll break HIS."
Ginny stifled the giggle that bubbled up her throat. Harry, with his eye lids drooping and set face, looked like he meant it. He saw her expression as they exited the Common Room, and tried to keep a smirk off his own face. Soon, they were laughing as they half ran down to the locker rooms.
Ron had been pacing when they entered, still smiling. Pat Timberlane, a girl in the same year as Ginny, managed to smile a greeting, before returning her glare to Ron. Ginny joined the Beater on the end of the bench. Harry took his place next to Ron, and slumped against a locker.
"Okay, the game against Hufflepuff was good, but Slytherin managed to beat Ravenclaw. As you know, we're up against them Friday. We no longer have to worry about Flint, but there is Malfoy. He's the captain this year, and though I HATE to admit it, he's clever. McGonall,"
Ginny watched as Sean's head snapped up. Sandy colored hair fell into the sixth years hazel eyes, as he sent a look to Ron. Her brother continued, ignoring the look. "I liked the save you made, when Chang tried to beat the Bludger at Bell. But you have work on your swings still. I want you to…"
Ginny felt herself falling asleep. She felt a prod in her side, and saw a grinning Pat. The girl raised her dark brows amusedly, before standing up. As Ron continued to drone on, she watched Pat open a locker, and pulled out a pitcher. Ginny jumped up and skipped over to Pat. At Ginny's sudden movement, the whole team glanced over to see Pat serving herself and Ginny juice.
There was a mad dash for the pitcher, everyone needing the refreshment of the berryroot. Ron glared at them, until finally smiling and helping himself. Ginny finished her first cup before the dash began, and now was going slowly on her second. It was a fun drink, that turned your mouth different colors. It was also a refreshing drink, reviving a person after waking.
Ginny smiled as she saw Harry's lips turned blue, but he pointed at her, grinning widely. She opened a locker to look at a mirror, and started laughing. Her mouth was a bright red. Ron had an orange mouth, along with Pat. Sean and Amber Millington had purple mouths, and Violet Bell had a green mouth. They all started laughing, pointing at each other as their mouths continued to change colors.
Then, when they were finished, Ron pulled out a board, and started drawing diagrams. Ginny felt her head droop to Harry's shoulder, as her brother's voice went on. She was no longer physically tired, but Ron could be as boring as Percy or Professor Binns when it came to diagrams. No, this was a mental stupor, that made her brain sleep, with the rest of her following. Others around her were in them same state.
She could feel Harry's head lean against hers, and she guessed he was another victim. She could feel the mists of dreaming coming towards her, when…
"Virginia Weasley! Wake up!" Ginny's head snapped up, nicking Harry's cheek slightly, as he, too, woke up. She rubbed her temple where it had collided with Harry, and glared at Ron. She could see the others snapping out of their stupor, as well. Their mouths were no longer glowing with color.
Both Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes at the same time, exasperated, for different reasons. The rest of the team saw this, and tried to silence snickers.
"You know, Ron, as much as you two try to deny it, you Weasley's are all alike." Ron glared at Violet's easy going grin. The girl resembled her older sister, Katie, who had left years earlier.
Harry saw his best friend open his mouth to say something, but intervened. "Don't you think it's time to actually practice, Ron? We've been in here for hours."
"Yeah, Ron. We're visual learners. We NEED hands on experience, rather than boring diagrams." Everyone agreed with Ginny, and said so. Ron looked defeated, as he nodded. There was a mad rush for the door, after they all grabbed their brooms. The second she was clear of the building, Ginny kicked off.
She had a Nimbus Six Thousand. It had just come out early last summer, and had been sent to her as an early birthday gift from someone anonymous. Her parents had been worried that it was a trick, or it might have been fouled with, so they sent it to be stripped. It came out fine, as Ginny knew it would. As she also knew it came from Draco. She had been made Chaser in her fourth year. And she would spend nights up in the far east tower, exchanging Quidditch stories with Draco.
As she looped around, speeding off with Harry and Sean, she realized she missed those nights. Maybe when Draco was feeling better, they could have a reunion.
Finally, Ron had them in formation, and they were practicing. Ginny tried out the tips Draco had taught her, and by the astonished looks sent her way, they worked. As she went into a dive, twisting to catch the ball, she saw Ron shout. She turned to see seven green figures enter the field. It was hard not to spot the blond hair of Draco Malfoy, as he led his team out onto the pitch.
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Draco smiled as he saw the Gryffindors land. Ginny was doing a whole lot better this year, thanks to his tutelage. He watched as she landed next to her brother, fast and efficient, but not jarring herself. He put on a sneer as her brother came stomping over.
"Why, good morning Weasley. I see your teaching them how to do ballet. It was quite amusing in the last match how Potter did that spin twist to avoid that bludger. I dare say you're getting better." He inwardly sighed as he heard the snickering and laughing from behind him. Really, it wasn't that good of a joke. Wait, Ron's face was turning as red as his hair. Now THAT'S funny.
"Malfoy! What are YOU doing here!? I booked the field for this morning until afternoon!" It was déjà vu all over again, as he remembered his first year on the pitch.
"Why, I have special permission from Professor Snape to train the new Beater." He waved a slip of paper in front of their faces. Close enough for them to see it, but far enough to keep them from grabbing it. He watched, amused, as Ron sputtered, and spit in his anger. The red heads face was turning purple.
Pansy came forward, throwing her dark hair over her shoulder. "Come on, we don't have ALL day, Weasley. If you think we're going to let some Mudlbloods…"
That did it. As soon as that foul word left her mouth, Timberlane threw herself at Pansy. Draco raised an eyebrow at the ensuing cat-fight. As the other girls tried to pull them apart, he caught Ginny's eye, and sent her a wink. She smiled back at him, as no one was looking except Harry.
"Okay, Parkinson, break it up." Pansy immediately stopped clawing at Pat. "It's good that you know you're enemy, and tried to put her out of action. However, if you did, we'd have to forfeit. Next time, use your head." Pansy had an adorable pout on her face, but said nothing. She had a few scratches on her face, and a bruise showing up on her cheek.
He leaned down, and whispered in her ear. "But I'm damn proud of you." After that, she was all smiles. He glanced at Ron, who was still fuming.
"Come on now, Weasley. Didn't your mother teach you how to share? There's plenty of air space to go around…"
Ginny and Harry had to restrain Ron. Draco just raised an eyebrow, as he leaned on his broom, watching. Finally Ron gave in, and Draco uttered a warning to his team not to 'let' anything happen to Gryffindor. And with that, he kicked off.
He had them go through ordinary drills, before starting them on new ones. He studied them with a keen eye. When ever they did something wrong, he would make the whole team do it over again. He was tough and rough, but he had something that Marcus Flint never had: compassion for his mates.
He remembered the uproar at letting Pansy play. A GIRL on the Slytherin team?! But she was good, and one of Draco's best friends. She had secured the possession of Keeper by herself, and her skill.HHHHHHHff
They stayed at their end, and the goody-two-shoes at theirs. Things were going good. That is, until his former bodyguards decided to have a little fun. The two Beaters zoomed around their area, widening the circle, until they 'accidentally' crashed into Ginny Weasley. To his relief, and pride, she stayed on her broom. Even after being intercepted by over four hundred pounds, she managed to stay well balanced on her broom, though hanging upside-down.
Draco shook his head, exasperated. Pansy flew up next to him, and made a face at Crabbe and Goyle. "Goyle. Crabbe." The two laughing boys turned to look at their captain. They stopped laughing at the look on his face. He was calm and collected, but there was a fury barely kept in check. They recognized the thinning of his lips, and the narrowing of his silvery eyes; and trembled.
"Malfoy! What in bloody hell are you doing?! That's it!" Ron flew straight at him, a flash of orange and red. Draco easily swerved out of the way, with the skill of a Seeker. Ron gave chase, and Draco gladly led it. Around the posts they went, weaving in and out. There were hoots and catcalls form the assembled teams. At one point, Ron realized he was out classed by the MoonBeam3000, when Draco did a fancy loop to loop. There was only a flash of green and silver blond hair.
When they reached the gathered Slytherins and Gryffindors, they scattered in fear of being hit. But Draco just stopped where they once stood, hair and robes still flying from the inertia. Ron didn't have the ability to stop as fast on his Nimbus 2000, but did stop a few yards away. Draco raised an eyebrow, and smiled. "Thank you, Weasley. I needed that. These buffoons really have a hard time on giving me an exercise." The students looked at each other, not sure if it was an insult or a compliment.
"Don't hand me that Malfoy. I KNOW you told your goons to do that."
"Oh, come on, Weasley. As much as it seems they don't have a brain, they do. They don't take orders from me anymore. Though, they will be punished later."
"Don't take me for a bloody idiot! I know you told them to do it."
Draco looked over at Ginny. She floated next to Harry, and had a frown on her face. He smiled devilishly at her. He looked back at Ron, still grinning. "Weasley, if I wanted to have your sister thrown off her broom, I wouldn't tell Crabbe or Goyle to do it. I'd do it myself."
With a swift shove in the right place, Ginny went flying off of her broom, and fell. Everyone watched in horror as she fell, well over a hundred and fifty feet, screaming. Draco watched with a smile as Ron tried in vain to save his sister, diving after her on his out classed broom.
A/N: And yes, when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. Slytherin, too, is watching as Ginny falls to her death, in horror. Will I really kill off Ginny? Is Draco REALLY heartless? Find out in the next chapter…
I was originally planning on having a longer chapter, but I thought it would be more suspenseful by ending it here. Hee, hee. Romance to come. And hopefully some darker stuff, some fluffier stuff…Maybe I shouldn't even start to write the next chapter until I get at least ten more reviews… *thinks about it* Nah, I'm not THAT cruel, but I MIGHT start doing something like that if I'm not getting too many reviews.