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.
And how about reviewing a little more? Hm? I know some of you must be VERY busy with end of the school year stuff. So am I. I just bought my prom dress yesterday, and my prom is in two days. That's how busy I've been. Pro of shopping so late: what was once $129, is now $50. Con: picked over selections, if any.
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Scabbers watched as Draco and Pansy left his room. He sat on his haunches, little black eyes narrowing at the fancy Muggle party clothing. It was clear that they were heading down to the Slytherin Common Room. His whiskers twitched, as he thought about following them. No. It wasn't his duty to see if Malfoy's son was being obedient. He was here to spy on Potter. With that, the rat scampered off to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
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The announcement came the next morning, as everyone sat down for breakfast. Hermione had served herself eggs, and was talking to Ginny about potions, when Dumbledore stood up. Silence immediately fell over the hall.
"Good morning students. It has come to my attention, that quite a few of you are restless. It has also come to my attention, that some of you that will go unnamed," his eyes flickered over to the Slytherin table, where Hermione could see many smirks and smiles. Draco reclined back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. "Have been holding parties in their dorms. So, the teachers have decided to hold a dance on Halloween. Hopefully, this will give you something to look forward to. Any students interested in helping organize it, please see the head of your house, or myself sometime today."
And with that, he sat down. Hermione's eyebrows lifted to her hairline. She shared a look before glancing over at the Slytherin table again. Draco caught her eye and winked at her, a small smirk on his face. Hermione tried not to blush as she looked at Ginny again.
Ginny had a brood smile on her face. "So-"
"Not ONE word, Virginia Weasley."
"Oh, fine, party pooper. Do you think you want to help? It should be fun."
"Oh, I don't know. You're the one who's good at colors and decorating."
"You're not so bad yourself. Any way, I got the book you wanted out of the library. I calculated all that we've studied, and the book said it should work. By theory. But I don't think we should try it until we've talked to Dumbledore."
"About what?" Harry asked as he and Ron took their places at the table.
"A new potion for you-know-who to take. It should help him undergo the changes easily enough."
"Oh. So how's he been doing?"
"Since yesterday? Pretty good."
Harry nodded, curiosity satisfied, and started filling his plate. Ron grumpily ate his toast and marmalade. Ginny looked at Hermione, sending a glance off in her brother's direction. It looked like he didn't take too well with what happened yesterday. And with the way he and Harry ignored each other, it looked like they had gotten into a fight.
Hermione sighed loudly, exasperated, with a look that clearly stated 'I'll never get boys'.
"So, did you guys hear about the dance?"
Harry looked at her, and stuttered. "D-dance?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ginny giggled.
"Yes, dance. If you two weren't late, you would have heard that we are having a dance on Halloween. Apparently, the Slytherin's have been having parties in their dorms." She said dryly, looking over at Draco.
Harry's eyes widened, startled. "I never thought they had it in them. We should have thought of that."
"Nonsense, Harry. Who could concentrate on work with all that noise?"
Harry rolled his eyes, and went back to eating.
Ginny and Hermione finished eating quickly, and darted out into the hallway. They waited in a niche behind a suit of armor. Not much later, Draco came walking out of the hall. The girls left their hiding place, and led the way to an empty classroom. Draco sighed, took off his robes and rolled up his sleeves.
Hermione took his pulse, glancing at her watch. She tried hard not to notice the very faint scars on his skin. His pulse was a little sluggish for her liking. She held his hand, looking over it with a somewhat clinical eye.
Every morning the three of them would find a place to check out Draco's overall condition, in order to anticipate an attack.
His slender fingers were long, and almost frail looking. The pale skin looked ghostly in the dim light against her palm. She dropped his hand, and brought her wand up to his eyes. "Lumos." She whispered. The pupils dilated to pinpoints, and his eyes became a little bluer in the light. She could still see the hints of silver, though.
She blushed slightly, and pulled the wand away. Draco raised a fine arched brow.
"Like what you see, Granger?"
She glared at him, as a smirk graced his face. Ginny appeared from behind his back.
"His spine checks out okay, and so do his legs; but his looks skinnier today." Hermione frowned, and turned the tall teenager around. She lifted up the back of his shirt, eyeing the slim build.
She fingered the spine, and she felt Draco shudder at the innocent touch. She smiled wolfishly.
"Like what you feel, Malfoy?"
He looked over his shoulder to glare at her.
She turned her attention back to his skin. Once again, she ignored the ultra fine scars. She poked and prodded his bone structure, and found out Ginny was right. "Hey Gin, write this down in the book. His bones feel kind of flexible, and that's not a good sign."
The red head nodded, doing so. They kept a book, that they recorded all information on Draco. She tucked his shirt back in, once again trying not to blush. "Time to go. Potions should be starting soon."
They gathered their stuff, and carefully made their way down the hallway. They went unseen, luckily. Ginny went off to Divination, and Hermione and Draco went off to Double Potions with Snape.
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Draco and Hermione made it into the classroom, just as the bell rang. They glared at each other, trying to keep the act up. "Miss Granger. It's so nice of you to grace us with your presence. Ten po-"
Before Snape could deduct points, Hermione steered him away to a corner. Draco took his seat, watching as Hermione told Snape about what she had found. Snape frowned at what he heard, and glanced worriedly at Draco. Draco just sent him a look, and took out his work.
Hermione took her place between Ron and Harry. Eyes widened when Snape didn't deduct points from Gryffindor.
"Today we will be making wolfsbane. It is highly complicated, but not as dangerous as the Uthlia potion. However, one wrong move, and it's twenty points from your house, regardless which one."
He divided them up, and Harry was stuck with Draco. The pale boy sneered in greeting.
"Nice to see you Potty. How's Mudblood and Weasel?"
Harry sent him a cross look, and went to work. "You of all people should know, Malfoy." He smirked back. "What was Ginny telling me about you and Hermione?"
Draco glared at him. "Keep it down, Potter. You want me to get killed?" He hissed.
"Oh, don't worry. No one can hear us."
Draco took notes as Snape explained the potion. Harry noticed with raised brows, that Draco had a fair hand. He looked at his own chicken scrawl. That was so like a Malfoy.
"So, Potter, did Granger tell you about the dance?"
"Yes."
"Who are you going to take?"
"Not you."
"I wouldn't go on a date with you, if you were the last person on the planet, Potter. Don't be so pigheaded." Draco glared at Harry.
Harry sighed. "I don't think I'll go. If I'm forced to go, I'll just go stag."
"What say you make a wager on the upcoming match?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, interested. "Keep talking."
"If I win, you take Gin to the dance."
Both of Harry's eyebrows reached his hairline. "So, you ARE playing match maker."
"Only helping, really. It looked like you needed no push from me the other day."
Harry blushed as he thought of the near kiss he shared with Ginny. "Actually, you did push. Quite literally, too."
Draco rolled his silvery eyes. "You know what I mean Potter."
"Fine. And if I win, you take Hermione."
"Now who's playing match maker?"
"Do we have a deal?" Harry asked.
"Yup. No problem here."
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. Care to tell the class what is so interesting?"
"Not really. But if you insist, Potter and I were discussing the upcoming match."
"Oh, really?," Snape raised a dark brow. "Care to tell me what I just said?"
"You just said, that Wolfsbane takes three moons to still; and that certain idiots didn't do so, and ended up killing themselves."
Snape looked pleased, but glared at Harry. "Potter, five points from Gryffindor from distracting Mr. Malfoy." When Snape turned around, Harry looked at Draco in awe. "How did you do that?"
"I'm just very talented."
Harry snorted, and rolled his eyes, before going back to work.
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Hermione was helping Pansy with her beetle eyes, when Snape had snuck up on Harry and Draco. She was relieved to find they were getting along somewhat. For some reason, she and Pansy had yet to be rude to one another. The Slytherin was actually polite, if a bit formal.
Hemrione kept glancing over at the boy's table, worried that something might happen. Pansy noticed this. "Why do you keep looking over there?"
Hermione's blue eyes met Pansy's hazel ones. "I'm just uh, just worried they may start a fight, you know?"
"You're a terrible liar. If this is about Draco, he told me about his, um, 'illness' last night." Pansy whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened, startled. "He wasn't suppose to tell any one."
"Come on, Granger. I'm his best friend. He tells me everything, and knows I won't spill. How's he doing? He told me that you've been helping him."
"This morning, his bones were kind of flexible. That's a sure sign of an attack."
"An attack? What do you mean?"
"It's kind of like a fit. His muscles will spasm as they try to change, and he will go through a lot of pain. Last time he had a bit of bloodlust, even though he's not a full vampire yet, and Ginny had to donate some blood." For the first time, Hemrione saw fear on Pansy's face. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
"So that's what you were telling Snape?"
"Yeah, he's been helping me and Ginny find potions to assist Draco."
"So, Weasley's in it too. I thought so. How long has been friends with her? I'm guessing a while."
"Yeah. Since last year." Hermione was dazed and confused at this new side of Pansy. At the other brunette's expression, Pansy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, come off it, Granger. Just because we act it, doesn't mean we're horrible."
"It doesn't?"
"No. We only act that way, because we were taught to. We've become a bit independent, since last summer. Let's just say that our parents went too far."
Hermione grabbed some fire water, and poured a few drops into the cauldron. "Are you going to the dance?"
"Yeah. I'm also going to help set it up. I thought we could have some Muggle themes…Draco and the others liked the idea. I think the other houses were surprised at the suggestion."
Hermione laughed, and Pansy smirked. They went about working, talking about the upcoming dance. They had finished the first half of potions, and nothing bad had happened. Even Neville was doing well. They were reading up on crushed unicorn horn, when Hermione saw Harry tense up, and lean over to speak with Draco.
She watched with narrowed eyes, as Draco began to tremble. No one besides her and Harry had seen him acting up. She half stood to get a better look, drawing attention from Pansy. Hazel eyes widened at the sight of Draco fighting off an attack.
His well manicured nails dug into the wood of the desk, and every muscle in his body was wound up tight as a knot. Fair hair cascaded down his face as he leaned forward, hiding his face from view. Hermione didn't know if he'd be able to handle it, or how bad it was. She decided to intervene at the sight of blood on his fingers.
She ran across the floor, almost slipping on Neville's spilt dragon's milk. She reached Draco's writhing figure as he started bucking. Harry jumped out of his seat, unsure of what to do. Their table was up ended, flinging stuff everywhere. Draco was on the floor now, a gash on his head. He was screaming in pain, a savage animal cry. Hermione tried to restrain him, but got clawed in the face for her trouble.
Snape came running, and Pansy was just getting there. Ron stayed off to the side, but was closer than any of the other students.
"Will you stop standing there, and HELP ME?!"
Harry immediately joined her in restraining Draco, but was nearly thrown off. Snape and Pansy grabbed a hold of him, and finally, Ron did as well. Even with five people on top of him, Draco continued to writhe and twist in pain. Snape pulled back slightly, and stupefied him. Everyone climbed off, wiping sweat from their faces.
Hermione was checking his vitals, when Ginny came running into the room. She was out of breath, but joined Hermione in assisting the blond. Ginny was checking his eyes, when he began to wake up. Everyone watched in disbelief, as Draco started to move again. Silvery eyes flickered open, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His skin was deathly pale and clammy, and his face was contorted in pain.
Hermione looked at Snape, her expression desperate. "Get Professor Dumbledore. We'll take him to Madam Pomfrey." And with that, she levitated Draco's possessed body, and practically ran out of there. Ginny, Pansy and Harry followed behind.
Pomfrey looked up from her paper work, and almost screamed at the sight. Hermione hurriedly put Draco on a bed. Or rather, over it. Dumbledore and Snape appeared a minute later, as the girls and Pomfrey tried to calm Draco down. Dumbledore studied the raging figure through his half-moon spectacles.
Finally, Ginny couldn't take it any more. With every sharp twist, Draco would throw out a shoulder or wrist. She grabbed a vase off the table, and broke it over his head. He immediately went limp. She helped him out of his robes, with a blushing Hermione. When he was no longer covered with his robes or school uniform, everyone gasped.
Horrid purple bruise were every where. And more kept appearing.
"He's bleeding internally, and a lot of his bones are out of place. We have to calm him down. Professor, Ginny and I have been working on a potion that should help him. In theory, it works." Hermione handed the parchment over, that her neat handwriting.
Dumbledore looked it over, and nodded back at Hermione. "This does sound like it would work. Severus?"
Snape held the paper, eyes widening. "This is amazing. Yes, it should work. But…the ingredients?"
Hermione ignored him, and turned to Harry. "Harry, take Gin out to the Forbidden Forest. She knows what to look for. I have the rest of the potion downstairs. I'll go get it. And HURRY. Draco only has about a few hours."
"Before what?" Ron asked.
Hermione felt her eyes become glassy. "Before he dies."
Ron paled, his freckles standing out greatly. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, and made for the window. He summoned his broom, and they flew out the window. Hermione ran out, and headed for the room she and Ginny had been using for a research center. The two Professors exchanged a glance, before sitting down next to Draco's bed.
"Do you think it's wise to let them go off like that?"
"Severus, you should know that of all people, that Harry and his friends are the only ones talented enough to help Mr. Malfoy."
Snape grumbled, and slumped in his seat. He stared at Draco, worried about his prized student.
A/N: yeah, yeah. I know. It's rather short. This should be the poor boy's last attack. And now we have a hint of things to come…so how about reviewing? Huh, huh, huh? The more reviews I get, the faster I type. Anything you want to happen? Draco and Hermione should be getting cuddly soon. Any ways…REVIEW!! *meekly* Please?
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.
And how about reviewing a little more? Hm? I know some of you must be VERY busy with end of the school year stuff. So am I. I just bought my prom dress yesterday, and my prom is in two days. That's how busy I've been. Pro of shopping so late: what was once $129, is now $50. Con: picked over selections, if any.
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Scabbers watched as Draco and Pansy left his room. He sat on his haunches, little black eyes narrowing at the fancy Muggle party clothing. It was clear that they were heading down to the Slytherin Common Room. His whiskers twitched, as he thought about following them. No. It wasn't his duty to see if Malfoy's son was being obedient. He was here to spy on Potter. With that, the rat scampered off to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
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The announcement came the next morning, as everyone sat down for breakfast. Hermione had served herself eggs, and was talking to Ginny about potions, when Dumbledore stood up. Silence immediately fell over the hall.
"Good morning students. It has come to my attention, that quite a few of you are restless. It has also come to my attention, that some of you that will go unnamed," his eyes flickered over to the Slytherin table, where Hermione could see many smirks and smiles. Draco reclined back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. "Have been holding parties in their dorms. So, the teachers have decided to hold a dance on Halloween. Hopefully, this will give you something to look forward to. Any students interested in helping organize it, please see the head of your house, or myself sometime today."
And with that, he sat down. Hermione's eyebrows lifted to her hairline. She shared a look before glancing over at the Slytherin table again. Draco caught her eye and winked at her, a small smirk on his face. Hermione tried not to blush as she looked at Ginny again.
Ginny had a brood smile on her face. "So-"
"Not ONE word, Virginia Weasley."
"Oh, fine, party pooper. Do you think you want to help? It should be fun."
"Oh, I don't know. You're the one who's good at colors and decorating."
"You're not so bad yourself. Any way, I got the book you wanted out of the library. I calculated all that we've studied, and the book said it should work. By theory. But I don't think we should try it until we've talked to Dumbledore."
"About what?" Harry asked as he and Ron took their places at the table.
"A new potion for you-know-who to take. It should help him undergo the changes easily enough."
"Oh. So how's he been doing?"
"Since yesterday? Pretty good."
Harry nodded, curiosity satisfied, and started filling his plate. Ron grumpily ate his toast and marmalade. Ginny looked at Hermione, sending a glance off in her brother's direction. It looked like he didn't take too well with what happened yesterday. And with the way he and Harry ignored each other, it looked like they had gotten into a fight.
Hermione sighed loudly, exasperated, with a look that clearly stated 'I'll never get boys'.
"So, did you guys hear about the dance?"
Harry looked at her, and stuttered. "D-dance?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ginny giggled.
"Yes, dance. If you two weren't late, you would have heard that we are having a dance on Halloween. Apparently, the Slytherin's have been having parties in their dorms." She said dryly, looking over at Draco.
Harry's eyes widened, startled. "I never thought they had it in them. We should have thought of that."
"Nonsense, Harry. Who could concentrate on work with all that noise?"
Harry rolled his eyes, and went back to eating.
Ginny and Hermione finished eating quickly, and darted out into the hallway. They waited in a niche behind a suit of armor. Not much later, Draco came walking out of the hall. The girls left their hiding place, and led the way to an empty classroom. Draco sighed, took off his robes and rolled up his sleeves.
Hermione took his pulse, glancing at her watch. She tried hard not to notice the very faint scars on his skin. His pulse was a little sluggish for her liking. She held his hand, looking over it with a somewhat clinical eye.
Every morning the three of them would find a place to check out Draco's overall condition, in order to anticipate an attack.
His slender fingers were long, and almost frail looking. The pale skin looked ghostly in the dim light against her palm. She dropped his hand, and brought her wand up to his eyes. "Lumos." She whispered. The pupils dilated to pinpoints, and his eyes became a little bluer in the light. She could still see the hints of silver, though.
She blushed slightly, and pulled the wand away. Draco raised a fine arched brow.
"Like what you see, Granger?"
She glared at him, as a smirk graced his face. Ginny appeared from behind his back.
"His spine checks out okay, and so do his legs; but his looks skinnier today." Hermione frowned, and turned the tall teenager around. She lifted up the back of his shirt, eyeing the slim build.
She fingered the spine, and she felt Draco shudder at the innocent touch. She smiled wolfishly.
"Like what you feel, Malfoy?"
He looked over his shoulder to glare at her.
She turned her attention back to his skin. Once again, she ignored the ultra fine scars. She poked and prodded his bone structure, and found out Ginny was right. "Hey Gin, write this down in the book. His bones feel kind of flexible, and that's not a good sign."
The red head nodded, doing so. They kept a book, that they recorded all information on Draco. She tucked his shirt back in, once again trying not to blush. "Time to go. Potions should be starting soon."
They gathered their stuff, and carefully made their way down the hallway. They went unseen, luckily. Ginny went off to Divination, and Hermione and Draco went off to Double Potions with Snape.
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Draco and Hermione made it into the classroom, just as the bell rang. They glared at each other, trying to keep the act up. "Miss Granger. It's so nice of you to grace us with your presence. Ten po-"
Before Snape could deduct points, Hermione steered him away to a corner. Draco took his seat, watching as Hermione told Snape about what she had found. Snape frowned at what he heard, and glanced worriedly at Draco. Draco just sent him a look, and took out his work.
Hermione took her place between Ron and Harry. Eyes widened when Snape didn't deduct points from Gryffindor.
"Today we will be making wolfsbane. It is highly complicated, but not as dangerous as the Uthlia potion. However, one wrong move, and it's twenty points from your house, regardless which one."
He divided them up, and Harry was stuck with Draco. The pale boy sneered in greeting.
"Nice to see you Potty. How's Mudblood and Weasel?"
Harry sent him a cross look, and went to work. "You of all people should know, Malfoy." He smirked back. "What was Ginny telling me about you and Hermione?"
Draco glared at him. "Keep it down, Potter. You want me to get killed?" He hissed.
"Oh, don't worry. No one can hear us."
Draco took notes as Snape explained the potion. Harry noticed with raised brows, that Draco had a fair hand. He looked at his own chicken scrawl. That was so like a Malfoy.
"So, Potter, did Granger tell you about the dance?"
"Yes."
"Who are you going to take?"
"Not you."
"I wouldn't go on a date with you, if you were the last person on the planet, Potter. Don't be so pigheaded." Draco glared at Harry.
Harry sighed. "I don't think I'll go. If I'm forced to go, I'll just go stag."
"What say you make a wager on the upcoming match?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, interested. "Keep talking."
"If I win, you take Gin to the dance."
Both of Harry's eyebrows reached his hairline. "So, you ARE playing match maker."
"Only helping, really. It looked like you needed no push from me the other day."
Harry blushed as he thought of the near kiss he shared with Ginny. "Actually, you did push. Quite literally, too."
Draco rolled his silvery eyes. "You know what I mean Potter."
"Fine. And if I win, you take Hermione."
"Now who's playing match maker?"
"Do we have a deal?" Harry asked.
"Yup. No problem here."
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. Care to tell the class what is so interesting?"
"Not really. But if you insist, Potter and I were discussing the upcoming match."
"Oh, really?," Snape raised a dark brow. "Care to tell me what I just said?"
"You just said, that Wolfsbane takes three moons to still; and that certain idiots didn't do so, and ended up killing themselves."
Snape looked pleased, but glared at Harry. "Potter, five points from Gryffindor from distracting Mr. Malfoy." When Snape turned around, Harry looked at Draco in awe. "How did you do that?"
"I'm just very talented."
Harry snorted, and rolled his eyes, before going back to work.
~~~~~~
Hermione was helping Pansy with her beetle eyes, when Snape had snuck up on Harry and Draco. She was relieved to find they were getting along somewhat. For some reason, she and Pansy had yet to be rude to one another. The Slytherin was actually polite, if a bit formal.
Hemrione kept glancing over at the boy's table, worried that something might happen. Pansy noticed this. "Why do you keep looking over there?"
Hermione's blue eyes met Pansy's hazel ones. "I'm just uh, just worried they may start a fight, you know?"
"You're a terrible liar. If this is about Draco, he told me about his, um, 'illness' last night." Pansy whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened, startled. "He wasn't suppose to tell any one."
"Come on, Granger. I'm his best friend. He tells me everything, and knows I won't spill. How's he doing? He told me that you've been helping him."
"This morning, his bones were kind of flexible. That's a sure sign of an attack."
"An attack? What do you mean?"
"It's kind of like a fit. His muscles will spasm as they try to change, and he will go through a lot of pain. Last time he had a bit of bloodlust, even though he's not a full vampire yet, and Ginny had to donate some blood." For the first time, Hemrione saw fear on Pansy's face. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
"So that's what you were telling Snape?"
"Yeah, he's been helping me and Ginny find potions to assist Draco."
"So, Weasley's in it too. I thought so. How long has been friends with her? I'm guessing a while."
"Yeah. Since last year." Hermione was dazed and confused at this new side of Pansy. At the other brunette's expression, Pansy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, come off it, Granger. Just because we act it, doesn't mean we're horrible."
"It doesn't?"
"No. We only act that way, because we were taught to. We've become a bit independent, since last summer. Let's just say that our parents went too far."
Hermione grabbed some fire water, and poured a few drops into the cauldron. "Are you going to the dance?"
"Yeah. I'm also going to help set it up. I thought we could have some Muggle themes…Draco and the others liked the idea. I think the other houses were surprised at the suggestion."
Hermione laughed, and Pansy smirked. They went about working, talking about the upcoming dance. They had finished the first half of potions, and nothing bad had happened. Even Neville was doing well. They were reading up on crushed unicorn horn, when Hermione saw Harry tense up, and lean over to speak with Draco.
She watched with narrowed eyes, as Draco began to tremble. No one besides her and Harry had seen him acting up. She half stood to get a better look, drawing attention from Pansy. Hazel eyes widened at the sight of Draco fighting off an attack.
His well manicured nails dug into the wood of the desk, and every muscle in his body was wound up tight as a knot. Fair hair cascaded down his face as he leaned forward, hiding his face from view. Hermione didn't know if he'd be able to handle it, or how bad it was. She decided to intervene at the sight of blood on his fingers.
She ran across the floor, almost slipping on Neville's spilt dragon's milk. She reached Draco's writhing figure as he started bucking. Harry jumped out of his seat, unsure of what to do. Their table was up ended, flinging stuff everywhere. Draco was on the floor now, a gash on his head. He was screaming in pain, a savage animal cry. Hermione tried to restrain him, but got clawed in the face for her trouble.
Snape came running, and Pansy was just getting there. Ron stayed off to the side, but was closer than any of the other students.
"Will you stop standing there, and HELP ME?!"
Harry immediately joined her in restraining Draco, but was nearly thrown off. Snape and Pansy grabbed a hold of him, and finally, Ron did as well. Even with five people on top of him, Draco continued to writhe and twist in pain. Snape pulled back slightly, and stupefied him. Everyone climbed off, wiping sweat from their faces.
Hermione was checking his vitals, when Ginny came running into the room. She was out of breath, but joined Hermione in assisting the blond. Ginny was checking his eyes, when he began to wake up. Everyone watched in disbelief, as Draco started to move again. Silvery eyes flickered open, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His skin was deathly pale and clammy, and his face was contorted in pain.
Hermione looked at Snape, her expression desperate. "Get Professor Dumbledore. We'll take him to Madam Pomfrey." And with that, she levitated Draco's possessed body, and practically ran out of there. Ginny, Pansy and Harry followed behind.
Pomfrey looked up from her paper work, and almost screamed at the sight. Hermione hurriedly put Draco on a bed. Or rather, over it. Dumbledore and Snape appeared a minute later, as the girls and Pomfrey tried to calm Draco down. Dumbledore studied the raging figure through his half-moon spectacles.
Finally, Ginny couldn't take it any more. With every sharp twist, Draco would throw out a shoulder or wrist. She grabbed a vase off the table, and broke it over his head. He immediately went limp. She helped him out of his robes, with a blushing Hermione. When he was no longer covered with his robes or school uniform, everyone gasped.
Horrid purple bruise were every where. And more kept appearing.
"He's bleeding internally, and a lot of his bones are out of place. We have to calm him down. Professor, Ginny and I have been working on a potion that should help him. In theory, it works." Hermione handed the parchment over, that her neat handwriting.
Dumbledore looked it over, and nodded back at Hermione. "This does sound like it would work. Severus?"
Snape held the paper, eyes widening. "This is amazing. Yes, it should work. But…the ingredients?"
Hermione ignored him, and turned to Harry. "Harry, take Gin out to the Forbidden Forest. She knows what to look for. I have the rest of the potion downstairs. I'll go get it. And HURRY. Draco only has about a few hours."
"Before what?" Ron asked.
Hermione felt her eyes become glassy. "Before he dies."
Ron paled, his freckles standing out greatly. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, and made for the window. He summoned his broom, and they flew out the window. Hermione ran out, and headed for the room she and Ginny had been using for a research center. The two Professors exchanged a glance, before sitting down next to Draco's bed.
"Do you think it's wise to let them go off like that?"
"Severus, you should know that of all people, that Harry and his friends are the only ones talented enough to help Mr. Malfoy."
Snape grumbled, and slumped in his seat. He stared at Draco, worried about his prized student.
A/N: yeah, yeah. I know. It's rather short. This should be the poor boy's last attack. And now we have a hint of things to come…so how about reviewing? Huh, huh, huh? The more reviews I get, the faster I type. Anything you want to happen? Draco and Hermione should be getting cuddly soon. Any ways…REVIEW!! *meekly* Please?