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.
~~~~~~
Harry entered the infirmary to see Madame Pomfrey asleep at her desk. He smirked in amusement. Trust Malfoy to stir things up, causing them to gain no sleep what so ever.
He made his way over to the sickly boy's bed, to find a very interesting scene. Hermione sat in a chair next to the bed, head propped up in her arms on the bed, sleeping. Malf-DRACO, sat up against his pillows, marking something on paper.
"Hey Malfoy."
Silver blue eyes raised to meet his own green. Draco managed to smirk wanly.
"Hey Potter. Come to check up on Granger? She's been asleep since early morning." His raw throat made his voice crack.
"Nah. She can handle herself fine. How long have you been awake?"
"I think since about…eight-thirty, nine. Worried about me, are you?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He gave a snort. "Excuse me for having a conscience. How do you feel? You look like shit."
"Thank you for the compliment. You look like you fell in it."
Draco, although no longer running a high fever, was still very pale. Bandages crossed his chest, and arms. According to Hermione, one of his ribs had snapped, and breached a lung. They had healed him as fast as possible, then bound his ribs. He still coughed up blood from time to time. Bruises seemed to be every where on that porcelain skin of his, along with many cuts. He wore no shirt, allowing access to his wounds.
Harry looked down at himself. He wore his Quidditch robes from practice. He was covered in sweat and mud, and was still damp from the rain outside. He looked up and smiled.
"Yeah, I do, don't I?"
"Hell yeah. It's a good thing Pomfrey's asleep, or she'd kick your white ass out of here."
"I never knew you noticed my ass, Malfoy."
"You also apparently never knew I swung that way."
"And here I was, believing Ginny was right about you and Hermione. So how long?"
With a straight expression. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you."
Startled green eyes met Draco's. The eyes widened behind the glass frames. They abruptly narrowed as Draco couldn't keep in his laughter. "Oh, the look on your face, Potter!"
He almost immediately stopped laughing, and clutched his side. "Bloody hell." He gasped.
Harry jumped over to help, dropping his broom on a chair. "You need help?"
"You…Potter…of all people…should know that…I need help." Draco muttered between gritted teeth.
Harry sighed, exasperated. "How you always managed to make wise cracks, I'll never know."
"It's like I told you, I'm just talented." Draco had got his breathing back under control. It was then Harry noticed the pad of paper in his lap. The long slender fingers still clutched a pen, hovering over the aged white paper.
"Wow." It was a drawing of Hermione asleep. Draco had captured her perfectly: the long fluttering lashes, perky nose, long wavy dark hair, the arched brows…He could see it wasn't finished, but he was already in awe. And here I thought he was making plans for our demise, Harry thought.
"Okay, now I'll admit that's talent."
"Yeah. I know." Draco said smugly. Then he frowned. "Just don't tell anyone. If father found out, it'd be a week in the dungeons for me. He wants me to be able to survive; not become a wimpy artist."
"Dungeons?!"
"Yeah. The Malfoy's do have them, as I'm sure you guessed. Some are like the ones in the Medieval era, others are completely up to date. Furnished and everything, but still unsightly. From what I hear, you've had similar experiences with those Muggles."
Harry gave a grim smile. "I guess we do have some things in common, eh Malfoy?"
"Yeah, just don't go telling any body. So, how was Quidditch practice? Getting ready for us to kick your asses?"
"You wish. How is Slytherin going to do without their captain?"
"What makes you think I won't be there, Potter?"
Harry's eyes widened. "But…after last night…Malfoy, it's only days away, and you have broken ribs."
"Fractured."
"No. Hermione told me you have BROKEN ribs, along with displaced bones and joints and-"
"Potter, I'm not entirely human, if you'd take a moment for your slow brain to remember. Vampire's have speedy healing abilities, and so do selkies. I should be out of here in no time. The bet's still on, and there's no way for you to weasel out of it now. Speaking of Weasels, how was the broom ride last night?"
"Broom ride?"
"Yes. Broom ride. With Ginny? You know, the little red head who still fancies you? Your best friend's little sis-"
"Okay, I GET it, Malfoy. How did you know about that?"
"Snape told me all about last night. Was it very romantic?"
"Malfoy, we went out there to get a plant to save your ass, NOT to snog."
"Pity. The poor girl must be so disappointed."
"What are you two talking about?" Ginny came trotting into the room, beaming.
"About your poor excuse for a date last night. I TOLD you Potter's no good for you."
"Draco, baby, we all love you; but you'd be doing us a favor if you shut up."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but went back to his drawing. Harry looked at Ginny in awe.
"So, how are they doing?" Ginny asked, taking a seat on the bed.
"Malfoy seems to be back to his old self, except for a few perks. And Hermione has been snoozing."
"What kind of perks?"
"We managed to have a civilized conversation before you walked in."
"Told you so."
Harry rolled his eyes, keeping silent. So he had been a little wrong about Draco. Ginny leaned close and whispered into his ear, sending shivers up his spine. "Good artist, isn't he?"
Harry looked at the drawing, "Yeah."
"He also can play the piano, flute, violin, and harp."
Harry raised both his eyebrows to show interest, but he had a far away look.
"You look tired, Harry. Why don't you catch some sleep before Herbology? I'll stay and keep Draco out of trouble."
Harry looked at his Chaser and smiled. "You do that. Good luck. You'll need lots of it."
"Oh, don't worry. I know how to handle him. And no offense, Harry, but make sure you take a shower before class."
He winked at her. "No problem," He picked up his broom. "What about you?"
"You forget, that Mi and I have a Get Out of Class Free card from Dumbledore. Besides, Herm and I are so smart, we don't need classes. We just need to worry about Draco." She winked back at him, before he turned and left.
~~~~~~
"So, how do you feel?"
"I've been getting that question all morning, Ginia (gin-ya). Ask me another."
Ginny rolled her eyes, but complied. "How long have you been working on that drawing?"
"About an hour."
Ginny nodded, wondering if she should wake Hermione now, or wait until Draco finished.
"She was up all night, you know."
Silver blue eyes raised to meet hers. Perfectly arched brows drew together.
"Hermione. She didn't let herself sleep until they knew you were out of the woods."
Draco stopped drawing, and looked at the sleeping brunette. His face was expressionless, but Ginny could read the emotions swirling in his eyes.
"I didn't sleep until I'd knew you'd be fine. Which was a little sooner than Hermione. Pansy kept coming up, trying to help or see you. So did some of the other Slytherins. Pansy made them promise not to tell anyone."
"Won't work."
Ginny frowned. "Why not? I've learned even the Slytherins can keep promises."
Draco sighed. "It's not that. Voldemort has followers outside Slytherin."
Ginny's eyes widened in horror, as this sunk in. Determined eyes met hers.
"I think it's time I made a decision." The eyes flickered over to Hermione. "And I think I've already made it."
~~~~~~
Ginny ran through the halls until she found the stone gargoyle. "Peppermint Chips", the stone moved to reveal a stair case that wound up into a tower. She took the steps two and sometimes three at a time. When she reached the solid wood door, she started banging on it with all her might.
Less then a second later, a bewildered Dumbledore opened the door, and Ginny side stepped him running into the room. Professor Snape stood from the chair he was sitting in.
"What is it, Weasley? Is something wrong with Draco?"
She managed to catch her breath. "I'll say. And if he isn't, he will be."
"Miss Weasley? What's going on, if I might ask?"
Ginny met Dumbledore's eyes squarely. "Draco's made a decision."
The two professors looked at each other, before returning their gazes to Ginny.
"And?"
"I think he's going to join The Order. He'll need protection."
The professors nodded, as they moved out of the room, Ginny following behind. "I think it's time we called a meeting."
~~~~~~
When a few assembled members of The Order arrived, Hermione was just waking up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as they circled the bed. She gave a jump as her eyes finally focused. Her gaze settled on Draco, and she calmed down at seeing him doing well.
"Professor Dumbledore? What's going on?" She asked, dazed.
"I do believe that Mr. Malfoy can tell us that."
Hermione looked at Draco, who refused to look at her. The people sat down in conjured chairs, and Hermione could see Harry and Ginny amongst the ruby robes. It was a meeting of The Order. The people who created The Order in the fight against Voldmort. She could see Fudge present for the meeting in a pin striped suit.
"I have done a lot of thinking since the beginning of last summer. And so have my house mates. I can't speak for them as of yet, but I DO know they aren't interested in joining Voldemort. I can't assure they would join you, but I can assure they won't join Snake Boy. Their parents, and mine, have enforced too much on us this past summer." Hermione watched Draco as if in a dream, as he looked at Dumbledore. It was exactly like the day dream that often floated through her mind. Or how it started any ways.
Dumbledore nodded. "Please continue."
Draco took a deep breath. "I myself refuse to work for some greasy power hungry snake, that can't guarantee he won't kill me for frivolous reasons. And I absolutely refuse, under no circumstance, to have my beautiful skin branded with the Death Mark."
"And, exactly WHAT, are you trying to say, Malfoy?" Fudge asked, not believing a word the teen said. Draco knew this, and glared at the man until he looked away.
"What I am saying, is this: For my protection, I can give you unlimited knowledge without even having to spy for you, once. Voldemort *many flinches* for some insane reason, has always favored the Malfoy's above any of his followers. *dark muttering is heard* I have always had this habit of spying on him, his followers and my father, since I was little."
"That's nice Malfoy. But how can we trust YOU?" Draco once again glared at one of the assembled until they looked away. That boy has some power, Hermione thought. Not too shabby looking either. WHERE did THAT come from?
"For starters, you can ask Virginia Weasley. We've been friends for the past two years. She can vouch for me. You can also ask Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. And if he's not feeling like a twit, Ronald Weasley. If you still can't trust me, let's just say if Voldemort *numerous flinches* found out about my illness, my mother and I would be long dead."
The gathered people looked at the others who were mentioned. "Is this true? Can you vouch for him?"
Snape sneered at Fudge. "He is my best student, and has become like a son to me. He has also, in the past, let 'slip' information to me about You- Know-Who. I will vouch for him."
Ginny looked at the gathered defiantly. "He has known me for just over two years, and I have got to know him very well. Certain situations have come about in the past, that I will NOT mention, where he has proved to be trust worthy to me. I will vouch for him."
Harry Potter squirmed under the many stares. "I have only got to really know him lately. He's still a bit of a git, and unpredictable at times, but I vouch for him. He's certainly changed MY opinion."
Hermione blushed at all the faces turned her way. She raised her chin, trying to not look intimidated. She met Draco's questioning stare, before addressing The Order. "What he's says about his secret is true. I know of it first hand, and so does Ginny and a few others. If certain information were to get out, it would put himself and his mother in danger. If The Order agrees, I still think we should put Mrs. Malfoy into a safe haven. He has proven to me, that he is not the same jerk we've all known and hated these past few years, if he ever was one. I vouch for him."
Dumbledore rose, and addressed all of them. "We have heard four people willing to vouch for Draco Malfoy. You may add my vouch in as well. Now, we will vote. Send up blue sparks for yes, and green for no."
The Order looked at each other, before finally settling down, and voting. There were only a few green sparks. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had held in, and met Draco's gaze. They both smiled, before turning back to the meeting.
"Are you willing to join The Order?"
"Yes."
Hermione watched, still amazed after all the initiations, as Fawkes flew in holding a huge book. The Phoenix dropped the large dusty book in Draco's lap, and magically, it opened up to a page. The page was filled almost half way already with names, and the person's occupation. Draco met Dumbledore's eyes.
"Just sign the book."
Draco met Hermione's eyes, before picking up his pen. He leaned over, and signed in his fancy, looping handwriting. A second later, the book filled in the occupation.
Draco Triton Malfoy…Source Member.
"Now Draco, about that information…I do believe it will aid us greatly."
"Well, for starters, there is something you should know about your students…"
A/N: Yeah, I KNOW. Took me long enough. I DID managed to graduate, which is one excuse for my lateness. Another excuse, is the REALLY nasty side effect after pulling something like that off last minute: excessive tiredness. I'm still working on Moon Rune, though it may not seem so. Also, I've been having MAJOR problems with uploading on ff.net.
So, we got some glances between Hermione and Draco. Draco is becoming a 'good' guy full time. Next chapter should host Quidditch. Bet you can't guess what happens next. Who will be the winner of the bet? *giggles*
Thank you for ALL the e-mails. Your input is most helpful for me, so don't be afraid to speak your mind. I, too, hate it when couples get together too fast in a chapters fic. One shots are fine, though. Any challenges? Or requests? I'm working on a few other HP fics, most are one shots, but LONG. I waiting until this one is done, before I release another chapter fic.
The move is on to Las Vegas, with much stress. Dad left the other day in the truck, towing his car. He kind of left my mum, me and the dog (toy poodle) to fend for ourselves. He's been dreaming of this for a LONG while, and left as soon as possible to look for a job and a place for us to live. *sigh* This is, as you guessed, something of a warning to you guys. I'll be busy helping mum out, possibly getting a job, you know, becoming more responsible and independent? So this means updates are going to be even less often…maybe. I don't know yet. I plan on going to UNLV, well hopefully. Anyone know anyone out there? I think SOMEONE said something about a friend. *shrugs* Oh, well. Peace out, see you later.~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 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.
~~~~~~
Harry entered the infirmary to see Madame Pomfrey asleep at her desk. He smirked in amusement. Trust Malfoy to stir things up, causing them to gain no sleep what so ever.
He made his way over to the sickly boy's bed, to find a very interesting scene. Hermione sat in a chair next to the bed, head propped up in her arms on the bed, sleeping. Malf-DRACO, sat up against his pillows, marking something on paper.
"Hey Malfoy."
Silver blue eyes raised to meet his own green. Draco managed to smirk wanly.
"Hey Potter. Come to check up on Granger? She's been asleep since early morning." His raw throat made his voice crack.
"Nah. She can handle herself fine. How long have you been awake?"
"I think since about…eight-thirty, nine. Worried about me, are you?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He gave a snort. "Excuse me for having a conscience. How do you feel? You look like shit."
"Thank you for the compliment. You look like you fell in it."
Draco, although no longer running a high fever, was still very pale. Bandages crossed his chest, and arms. According to Hermione, one of his ribs had snapped, and breached a lung. They had healed him as fast as possible, then bound his ribs. He still coughed up blood from time to time. Bruises seemed to be every where on that porcelain skin of his, along with many cuts. He wore no shirt, allowing access to his wounds.
Harry looked down at himself. He wore his Quidditch robes from practice. He was covered in sweat and mud, and was still damp from the rain outside. He looked up and smiled.
"Yeah, I do, don't I?"
"Hell yeah. It's a good thing Pomfrey's asleep, or she'd kick your white ass out of here."
"I never knew you noticed my ass, Malfoy."
"You also apparently never knew I swung that way."
"And here I was, believing Ginny was right about you and Hermione. So how long?"
With a straight expression. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you."
Startled green eyes met Draco's. The eyes widened behind the glass frames. They abruptly narrowed as Draco couldn't keep in his laughter. "Oh, the look on your face, Potter!"
He almost immediately stopped laughing, and clutched his side. "Bloody hell." He gasped.
Harry jumped over to help, dropping his broom on a chair. "You need help?"
"You…Potter…of all people…should know that…I need help." Draco muttered between gritted teeth.
Harry sighed, exasperated. "How you always managed to make wise cracks, I'll never know."
"It's like I told you, I'm just talented." Draco had got his breathing back under control. It was then Harry noticed the pad of paper in his lap. The long slender fingers still clutched a pen, hovering over the aged white paper.
"Wow." It was a drawing of Hermione asleep. Draco had captured her perfectly: the long fluttering lashes, perky nose, long wavy dark hair, the arched brows…He could see it wasn't finished, but he was already in awe. And here I thought he was making plans for our demise, Harry thought.
"Okay, now I'll admit that's talent."
"Yeah. I know." Draco said smugly. Then he frowned. "Just don't tell anyone. If father found out, it'd be a week in the dungeons for me. He wants me to be able to survive; not become a wimpy artist."
"Dungeons?!"
"Yeah. The Malfoy's do have them, as I'm sure you guessed. Some are like the ones in the Medieval era, others are completely up to date. Furnished and everything, but still unsightly. From what I hear, you've had similar experiences with those Muggles."
Harry gave a grim smile. "I guess we do have some things in common, eh Malfoy?"
"Yeah, just don't go telling any body. So, how was Quidditch practice? Getting ready for us to kick your asses?"
"You wish. How is Slytherin going to do without their captain?"
"What makes you think I won't be there, Potter?"
Harry's eyes widened. "But…after last night…Malfoy, it's only days away, and you have broken ribs."
"Fractured."
"No. Hermione told me you have BROKEN ribs, along with displaced bones and joints and-"
"Potter, I'm not entirely human, if you'd take a moment for your slow brain to remember. Vampire's have speedy healing abilities, and so do selkies. I should be out of here in no time. The bet's still on, and there's no way for you to weasel out of it now. Speaking of Weasels, how was the broom ride last night?"
"Broom ride?"
"Yes. Broom ride. With Ginny? You know, the little red head who still fancies you? Your best friend's little sis-"
"Okay, I GET it, Malfoy. How did you know about that?"
"Snape told me all about last night. Was it very romantic?"
"Malfoy, we went out there to get a plant to save your ass, NOT to snog."
"Pity. The poor girl must be so disappointed."
"What are you two talking about?" Ginny came trotting into the room, beaming.
"About your poor excuse for a date last night. I TOLD you Potter's no good for you."
"Draco, baby, we all love you; but you'd be doing us a favor if you shut up."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but went back to his drawing. Harry looked at Ginny in awe.
"So, how are they doing?" Ginny asked, taking a seat on the bed.
"Malfoy seems to be back to his old self, except for a few perks. And Hermione has been snoozing."
"What kind of perks?"
"We managed to have a civilized conversation before you walked in."
"Told you so."
Harry rolled his eyes, keeping silent. So he had been a little wrong about Draco. Ginny leaned close and whispered into his ear, sending shivers up his spine. "Good artist, isn't he?"
Harry looked at the drawing, "Yeah."
"He also can play the piano, flute, violin, and harp."
Harry raised both his eyebrows to show interest, but he had a far away look.
"You look tired, Harry. Why don't you catch some sleep before Herbology? I'll stay and keep Draco out of trouble."
Harry looked at his Chaser and smiled. "You do that. Good luck. You'll need lots of it."
"Oh, don't worry. I know how to handle him. And no offense, Harry, but make sure you take a shower before class."
He winked at her. "No problem," He picked up his broom. "What about you?"
"You forget, that Mi and I have a Get Out of Class Free card from Dumbledore. Besides, Herm and I are so smart, we don't need classes. We just need to worry about Draco." She winked back at him, before he turned and left.
~~~~~~
"So, how do you feel?"
"I've been getting that question all morning, Ginia (gin-ya). Ask me another."
Ginny rolled her eyes, but complied. "How long have you been working on that drawing?"
"About an hour."
Ginny nodded, wondering if she should wake Hermione now, or wait until Draco finished.
"She was up all night, you know."
Silver blue eyes raised to meet hers. Perfectly arched brows drew together.
"Hermione. She didn't let herself sleep until they knew you were out of the woods."
Draco stopped drawing, and looked at the sleeping brunette. His face was expressionless, but Ginny could read the emotions swirling in his eyes.
"I didn't sleep until I'd knew you'd be fine. Which was a little sooner than Hermione. Pansy kept coming up, trying to help or see you. So did some of the other Slytherins. Pansy made them promise not to tell anyone."
"Won't work."
Ginny frowned. "Why not? I've learned even the Slytherins can keep promises."
Draco sighed. "It's not that. Voldemort has followers outside Slytherin."
Ginny's eyes widened in horror, as this sunk in. Determined eyes met hers.
"I think it's time I made a decision." The eyes flickered over to Hermione. "And I think I've already made it."
~~~~~~
Ginny ran through the halls until she found the stone gargoyle. "Peppermint Chips", the stone moved to reveal a stair case that wound up into a tower. She took the steps two and sometimes three at a time. When she reached the solid wood door, she started banging on it with all her might.
Less then a second later, a bewildered Dumbledore opened the door, and Ginny side stepped him running into the room. Professor Snape stood from the chair he was sitting in.
"What is it, Weasley? Is something wrong with Draco?"
She managed to catch her breath. "I'll say. And if he isn't, he will be."
"Miss Weasley? What's going on, if I might ask?"
Ginny met Dumbledore's eyes squarely. "Draco's made a decision."
The two professors looked at each other, before returning their gazes to Ginny.
"And?"
"I think he's going to join The Order. He'll need protection."
The professors nodded, as they moved out of the room, Ginny following behind. "I think it's time we called a meeting."
~~~~~~
When a few assembled members of The Order arrived, Hermione was just waking up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as they circled the bed. She gave a jump as her eyes finally focused. Her gaze settled on Draco, and she calmed down at seeing him doing well.
"Professor Dumbledore? What's going on?" She asked, dazed.
"I do believe that Mr. Malfoy can tell us that."
Hermione looked at Draco, who refused to look at her. The people sat down in conjured chairs, and Hermione could see Harry and Ginny amongst the ruby robes. It was a meeting of The Order. The people who created The Order in the fight against Voldmort. She could see Fudge present for the meeting in a pin striped suit.
"I have done a lot of thinking since the beginning of last summer. And so have my house mates. I can't speak for them as of yet, but I DO know they aren't interested in joining Voldemort. I can't assure they would join you, but I can assure they won't join Snake Boy. Their parents, and mine, have enforced too much on us this past summer." Hermione watched Draco as if in a dream, as he looked at Dumbledore. It was exactly like the day dream that often floated through her mind. Or how it started any ways.
Dumbledore nodded. "Please continue."
Draco took a deep breath. "I myself refuse to work for some greasy power hungry snake, that can't guarantee he won't kill me for frivolous reasons. And I absolutely refuse, under no circumstance, to have my beautiful skin branded with the Death Mark."
"And, exactly WHAT, are you trying to say, Malfoy?" Fudge asked, not believing a word the teen said. Draco knew this, and glared at the man until he looked away.
"What I am saying, is this: For my protection, I can give you unlimited knowledge without even having to spy for you, once. Voldemort *many flinches* for some insane reason, has always favored the Malfoy's above any of his followers. *dark muttering is heard* I have always had this habit of spying on him, his followers and my father, since I was little."
"That's nice Malfoy. But how can we trust YOU?" Draco once again glared at one of the assembled until they looked away. That boy has some power, Hermione thought. Not too shabby looking either. WHERE did THAT come from?
"For starters, you can ask Virginia Weasley. We've been friends for the past two years. She can vouch for me. You can also ask Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. And if he's not feeling like a twit, Ronald Weasley. If you still can't trust me, let's just say if Voldemort *numerous flinches* found out about my illness, my mother and I would be long dead."
The gathered people looked at the others who were mentioned. "Is this true? Can you vouch for him?"
Snape sneered at Fudge. "He is my best student, and has become like a son to me. He has also, in the past, let 'slip' information to me about You- Know-Who. I will vouch for him."
Ginny looked at the gathered defiantly. "He has known me for just over two years, and I have got to know him very well. Certain situations have come about in the past, that I will NOT mention, where he has proved to be trust worthy to me. I will vouch for him."
Harry Potter squirmed under the many stares. "I have only got to really know him lately. He's still a bit of a git, and unpredictable at times, but I vouch for him. He's certainly changed MY opinion."
Hermione blushed at all the faces turned her way. She raised her chin, trying to not look intimidated. She met Draco's questioning stare, before addressing The Order. "What he's says about his secret is true. I know of it first hand, and so does Ginny and a few others. If certain information were to get out, it would put himself and his mother in danger. If The Order agrees, I still think we should put Mrs. Malfoy into a safe haven. He has proven to me, that he is not the same jerk we've all known and hated these past few years, if he ever was one. I vouch for him."
Dumbledore rose, and addressed all of them. "We have heard four people willing to vouch for Draco Malfoy. You may add my vouch in as well. Now, we will vote. Send up blue sparks for yes, and green for no."
The Order looked at each other, before finally settling down, and voting. There were only a few green sparks. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had held in, and met Draco's gaze. They both smiled, before turning back to the meeting.
"Are you willing to join The Order?"
"Yes."
Hermione watched, still amazed after all the initiations, as Fawkes flew in holding a huge book. The Phoenix dropped the large dusty book in Draco's lap, and magically, it opened up to a page. The page was filled almost half way already with names, and the person's occupation. Draco met Dumbledore's eyes.
"Just sign the book."
Draco met Hermione's eyes, before picking up his pen. He leaned over, and signed in his fancy, looping handwriting. A second later, the book filled in the occupation.
Draco Triton Malfoy…Source Member.
"Now Draco, about that information…I do believe it will aid us greatly."
"Well, for starters, there is something you should know about your students…"
A/N: Yeah, I KNOW. Took me long enough. I DID managed to graduate, which is one excuse for my lateness. Another excuse, is the REALLY nasty side effect after pulling something like that off last minute: excessive tiredness. I'm still working on Moon Rune, though it may not seem so. Also, I've been having MAJOR problems with uploading on ff.net.
So, we got some glances between Hermione and Draco. Draco is becoming a 'good' guy full time. Next chapter should host Quidditch. Bet you can't guess what happens next. Who will be the winner of the bet? *giggles*
Thank you for ALL the e-mails. Your input is most helpful for me, so don't be afraid to speak your mind. I, too, hate it when couples get together too fast in a chapters fic. One shots are fine, though. Any challenges? Or requests? I'm working on a few other HP fics, most are one shots, but LONG. I waiting until this one is done, before I release another chapter fic.
The move is on to Las Vegas, with much stress. Dad left the other day in the truck, towing his car. He kind of left my mum, me and the dog (toy poodle) to fend for ourselves. He's been dreaming of this for a LONG while, and left as soon as possible to look for a job and a place for us to live. *sigh* This is, as you guessed, something of a warning to you guys. I'll be busy helping mum out, possibly getting a job, you know, becoming more responsible and independent? So this means updates are going to be even less often…maybe. I don't know yet. I plan on going to UNLV, well hopefully. Anyone know anyone out there? I think SOMEONE said something about a friend. *shrugs* Oh, well. Peace out, see you later.~GN