Title: Hybrid Lies
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: gundamnymph@hotmail.com
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. Also, as most of you know, it takes me a LONG while to update fics dues to my busy schedule. I recommend (and hope) joining my ML, where updates are listed, partial chapters are sent through, my kitties are hosted.blahblahblah. On that note, I am willing to make any straight pairing (unless I see otherwise).
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When Draco entered the Hall the next morning, chatter ceased. Apparently, news of Draco's fit had gone around rather quickly. Harry rolled his eyes and Ginny caught him doing it. She giggled. "What in bloody 'ell are you giggling about?" Ginny glared at her brother. "Looks like SOMEONE is in a bad mood." "Of course. MALFOY is walking about this morning, looking like the prat he I-" Ginny turned her attention away from him, while he was in mid- sentence. He glared, before going back to his food. Harry felt his heart go out to him, as he witnessed the forlorn expression on his face. He nudged Ron's shoulder, and spoke in low tones. "Don't worry about her, mate. She's a little sore to the way you've been acting about Draco." Ron stabbed at his eggs, then heaved a sigh. "I KNOW. It's.it's just like everything has." "Changed?" *snort* "Yeah. Malfoy's are always good at that." "They are. Look, Ron, this is silly. Your my best friend, and all I ask is to give him a chance." A look crossed the redheads face. Harry took another chance. "You don't have to be nice or welcoming, just civil. He's already lightning up on the insults. Courtesy of Ginny." Ron looked at Ginny sadly. "Yeah. I GUESS, I could." Harry sighed as if a great weight had been taken off of him. Just then, Hermione arrived. "So, what's for breakfast?" Harry turned to her. "Pride." Hermione's eyes looked over at Ron, then back at Harry. A twenty watt smile made it's way to her face, before she leaned over to peck Ron on the cheek. "Mione!" He blushed as hoots and catcalls were heard. He turned back to his friend, happy to have that behind them. "So, about Slytherin."
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".about Gryffindor. They've been training hard, trying new techniques. We have to watch out not only for the Beaters, but the Keeper, and Chasers. I'll take care of Potter." "Draco? Are you sure you're okay?" His piercing eyes met Pansy's golden ones. "Never better. I can handle Potter just fine, even if I WERE ill." "We've covered our own techniques all week. We should NOT fail today. Watch out for Weasley. He's not the number one champion of chess here for nothing." "Why, Draco, you sound like you're complementing him." He glanced sharply at his Chaser, and put on his best sneer. "Why would I complement HIM?!" Icy green eyes stared into his own. "I don't know, you tell me. You've gotten awfully close to Potty and his posse. One would think, that you were becoming friends with him." Pansy bit her lip. This was it. The showdown between Slytherin and Draco. Draco put on a smile that could freeze a cheetah at top speed in the desert. "Why, Zambini, I didn't know that it was any of your business." "I think it is. People are beginning to wonder where your loyalty lies, Malfoy." Draco put his broom down on the bench, then walked right up to the brunette. He was nose to nose with him. "Again, I say it isn't any of your business, or anybody else's. You have a problem with it, tell me." Pansy watched as the stare down continued. Her hands were clutched tightly into fists, nails digging sharply into her skin. On the outside, she had a cool mask on, not showing her worry. Blaise Zambini smiled. "I have a problem. But I suppose there's nothing I can do about it, right Malfoy?" Pansy wanted to wipe that knowing smirk off of his face. "That's exactly what I want to hear from those lips of yours, Zambini. You flap them so much during practice, I really wonder how we will do today. I also wonder.exactly HOW much you flap them." Zambini flashed a bright smile, but didn't answer. Draco turned back to his team. "All right, let's go kick some Gryffindor hide!"
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Madam Hooch stood in between the teams, whistle in hand. She released the Snitch, and then the Bludgers. She eyed the captains. "Shake hands, and no trying to foul the other." Ron glared at a cheeky Draco, "Good luck, Weasel. You're going to need it." Ron shook hands with him. "You forget, Malfoy, WE'RE the ones who have beat your arse every year." Draco simply smiled. "That was BEFORE I became team captain, Weasley." Hooch cut in. "I want a CLEAN game, boys. There should be NO foul play." "But what's Quidditch with out fouls?" "And no cheek from you, Malfoy." She then threw the Quaffle up in the air as she blew on her whistle, starting the game. "GINNY TAKES THE QUAFFLE, HEADING FOR THE SLYTHERIN GOAL POSTS! MY, ISN'T SHE LOOKING RAVISHING TODAY." "ON WITH THE GAME, FINNIGAN." "YES PROFESSOR. GOYLE BLOCKS GINNY OFF, AND SHE TOSSES TO MILLINGTON! OH! ZAMBINIGOT THERE FIRST AND IS NOW HEADING FOR THE GRYFFINDOR GOAL POSTS!" Hermione tuned out Seamus, as she focused on both Draco and Harry. Harry was like a brother to her, and she was actually worried that no threat had bothered him so far. Draco was.well, she didn't know. Harry was high above , searching for the Snitch. He flew laps, and loop to loops to keep his edge. As Violet Bell flew by at top speed, he noticed Goyle hitting a Bludger her way. He swooped down to intercept, swinging on his broom to hit the Bludger away with his sturdy broom. "AND A MARVOLUS PLAY BY POTTER!" Hermione stood, cheering him on. Then she turned to look at Draco. He was weaving in and out of the playing field, looking for the Snitch, and yelling at his teammates. It was ten minutes into the game when the sky darkened ominously. Hermione stared at the sky in curious confusion. It wasn't suppose to rain or snow today, regardless of how nippy it was. She gasped in horror as she saw something like lightning flicker across the clouds. But it wasn't white-blue. It was purple-black. Dark Magic.
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Every hair on Draco Malfoy's body was on edge. It WAS kind of nippy out, but the small puffs of steam from his lips were barley visible. Even to him. He shrugged the odd feeling off, and noticed Pansy block the Quaffle. He smiled at her, until he noticed Alex Flint staring up at the sky. He swooped down on him like a hawk to it's prey. "Flint!" Startled, the boy looked at him with wide eyes. "Bell has got the Quaffle! Arrow up with Zambini and McNair and get it!" The pale boy nodded before zooming off to do his task. Draco looked up at the sky, finding out why Flint had been so fascinated. He focused in on the game, now with a steely glint in his eye. Something was going down, and he didn't have a clue about it. Nothing had come for him from his father. That was NOT a good sign.
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"AND GINNY SCORES FOR GRYFFINDOR!!" She felt a rush of excitement, as she chased after Zambini to get back the ball. She took off up high in the sky, parallel to the auburn haired boy. She rose past Harry, gaining a great amount of speed. She was about to dive down to intercept Zambini, when she slammed into something. The shock forced her broom from her fingers, and it flew off leaving her behind. Something twisted around her neck, holding her in midair, and slowly twisted the life out of her. "AND SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED TO GINNY! SHE HANGS IN MIDAIR, HUNDREDS OF FEET FROM THE GROUND-" "SOMEONE GET DUMBLEDORE!" Ginny pulled at the misty wisps that held her throat. It whispered to her. She stopped struggling a moment, listening in horror. Her episode with Tom Riddle left her with the ability to understand evil. The cloud was pure evil, bent on killing. And she was the bait.
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"GINNY!?" Ron stared in horror at the clouds. They were nearly black by now, and it was not hard to see her small slender figure thrashing uselessly. Her cloak fell from her shoulders, and it took a full three minutes to reach the ground. "ALL PLAYERS OFF OF THE FIELD!! NOW!!! THERE IS NOTHING TO BE DONE UNTIL DUMBLEDORE GETS HERE!!!" Harry stared in horror at Ginny, and as he looked around the field, his eyes met Draco's. They both nodded, before taking off. The cloud carried Ginny over the Forbidden Forest. Ron didn't even need to think as he raced after them at full speed. "WEASLEY!! POTTER!! MALFOY!! GET BACK HERE NOW!!" McGonagall bellowed. Pansy watched, debating what to do. Finally, she decided Draco needed her help, and raced after them. "PARKINSON!! GET BACK HERE NOW !!!!!! GRANGER!! FIFTY POINTS FROM BOTH GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN!! EACH!!" As she reached the forest, she notice Hermione trying her best to stay aboard Ginny's abandoned broom. She hurried up alongside the brunette, and helped her on the back on her own broom, and together they sped off after the boys.
A/N: I decided to post what I had so far, since certain peeps kept kindly leaving reviews for me to do so. I will continue to work on the next chapter tonight. Anybody who is also reading Rune Moon, might want to check some of the later posts of my ML (it's listed under my profile as a homepage). I gave up on CH 15, posted what I had, and am now starting over. ^_^' I HATE writers block.maybe some Leggy shopping, and LOTR watching is in order.
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. Also, as most of you know, it takes me a LONG while to update fics dues to my busy schedule. I recommend (and hope) joining my ML, where updates are listed, partial chapters are sent through, my kitties are hosted.blahblahblah. On that note, I am willing to make any straight pairing (unless I see otherwise).
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When Draco entered the Hall the next morning, chatter ceased. Apparently, news of Draco's fit had gone around rather quickly. Harry rolled his eyes and Ginny caught him doing it. She giggled. "What in bloody 'ell are you giggling about?" Ginny glared at her brother. "Looks like SOMEONE is in a bad mood." "Of course. MALFOY is walking about this morning, looking like the prat he I-" Ginny turned her attention away from him, while he was in mid- sentence. He glared, before going back to his food. Harry felt his heart go out to him, as he witnessed the forlorn expression on his face. He nudged Ron's shoulder, and spoke in low tones. "Don't worry about her, mate. She's a little sore to the way you've been acting about Draco." Ron stabbed at his eggs, then heaved a sigh. "I KNOW. It's.it's just like everything has." "Changed?" *snort* "Yeah. Malfoy's are always good at that." "They are. Look, Ron, this is silly. Your my best friend, and all I ask is to give him a chance." A look crossed the redheads face. Harry took another chance. "You don't have to be nice or welcoming, just civil. He's already lightning up on the insults. Courtesy of Ginny." Ron looked at Ginny sadly. "Yeah. I GUESS, I could." Harry sighed as if a great weight had been taken off of him. Just then, Hermione arrived. "So, what's for breakfast?" Harry turned to her. "Pride." Hermione's eyes looked over at Ron, then back at Harry. A twenty watt smile made it's way to her face, before she leaned over to peck Ron on the cheek. "Mione!" He blushed as hoots and catcalls were heard. He turned back to his friend, happy to have that behind them. "So, about Slytherin."
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".about Gryffindor. They've been training hard, trying new techniques. We have to watch out not only for the Beaters, but the Keeper, and Chasers. I'll take care of Potter." "Draco? Are you sure you're okay?" His piercing eyes met Pansy's golden ones. "Never better. I can handle Potter just fine, even if I WERE ill." "We've covered our own techniques all week. We should NOT fail today. Watch out for Weasley. He's not the number one champion of chess here for nothing." "Why, Draco, you sound like you're complementing him." He glanced sharply at his Chaser, and put on his best sneer. "Why would I complement HIM?!" Icy green eyes stared into his own. "I don't know, you tell me. You've gotten awfully close to Potty and his posse. One would think, that you were becoming friends with him." Pansy bit her lip. This was it. The showdown between Slytherin and Draco. Draco put on a smile that could freeze a cheetah at top speed in the desert. "Why, Zambini, I didn't know that it was any of your business." "I think it is. People are beginning to wonder where your loyalty lies, Malfoy." Draco put his broom down on the bench, then walked right up to the brunette. He was nose to nose with him. "Again, I say it isn't any of your business, or anybody else's. You have a problem with it, tell me." Pansy watched as the stare down continued. Her hands were clutched tightly into fists, nails digging sharply into her skin. On the outside, she had a cool mask on, not showing her worry. Blaise Zambini smiled. "I have a problem. But I suppose there's nothing I can do about it, right Malfoy?" Pansy wanted to wipe that knowing smirk off of his face. "That's exactly what I want to hear from those lips of yours, Zambini. You flap them so much during practice, I really wonder how we will do today. I also wonder.exactly HOW much you flap them." Zambini flashed a bright smile, but didn't answer. Draco turned back to his team. "All right, let's go kick some Gryffindor hide!"
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Madam Hooch stood in between the teams, whistle in hand. She released the Snitch, and then the Bludgers. She eyed the captains. "Shake hands, and no trying to foul the other." Ron glared at a cheeky Draco, "Good luck, Weasel. You're going to need it." Ron shook hands with him. "You forget, Malfoy, WE'RE the ones who have beat your arse every year." Draco simply smiled. "That was BEFORE I became team captain, Weasley." Hooch cut in. "I want a CLEAN game, boys. There should be NO foul play." "But what's Quidditch with out fouls?" "And no cheek from you, Malfoy." She then threw the Quaffle up in the air as she blew on her whistle, starting the game. "GINNY TAKES THE QUAFFLE, HEADING FOR THE SLYTHERIN GOAL POSTS! MY, ISN'T SHE LOOKING RAVISHING TODAY." "ON WITH THE GAME, FINNIGAN." "YES PROFESSOR. GOYLE BLOCKS GINNY OFF, AND SHE TOSSES TO MILLINGTON! OH! ZAMBINIGOT THERE FIRST AND IS NOW HEADING FOR THE GRYFFINDOR GOAL POSTS!" Hermione tuned out Seamus, as she focused on both Draco and Harry. Harry was like a brother to her, and she was actually worried that no threat had bothered him so far. Draco was.well, she didn't know. Harry was high above , searching for the Snitch. He flew laps, and loop to loops to keep his edge. As Violet Bell flew by at top speed, he noticed Goyle hitting a Bludger her way. He swooped down to intercept, swinging on his broom to hit the Bludger away with his sturdy broom. "AND A MARVOLUS PLAY BY POTTER!" Hermione stood, cheering him on. Then she turned to look at Draco. He was weaving in and out of the playing field, looking for the Snitch, and yelling at his teammates. It was ten minutes into the game when the sky darkened ominously. Hermione stared at the sky in curious confusion. It wasn't suppose to rain or snow today, regardless of how nippy it was. She gasped in horror as she saw something like lightning flicker across the clouds. But it wasn't white-blue. It was purple-black. Dark Magic.
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Every hair on Draco Malfoy's body was on edge. It WAS kind of nippy out, but the small puffs of steam from his lips were barley visible. Even to him. He shrugged the odd feeling off, and noticed Pansy block the Quaffle. He smiled at her, until he noticed Alex Flint staring up at the sky. He swooped down on him like a hawk to it's prey. "Flint!" Startled, the boy looked at him with wide eyes. "Bell has got the Quaffle! Arrow up with Zambini and McNair and get it!" The pale boy nodded before zooming off to do his task. Draco looked up at the sky, finding out why Flint had been so fascinated. He focused in on the game, now with a steely glint in his eye. Something was going down, and he didn't have a clue about it. Nothing had come for him from his father. That was NOT a good sign.
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"AND GINNY SCORES FOR GRYFFINDOR!!" She felt a rush of excitement, as she chased after Zambini to get back the ball. She took off up high in the sky, parallel to the auburn haired boy. She rose past Harry, gaining a great amount of speed. She was about to dive down to intercept Zambini, when she slammed into something. The shock forced her broom from her fingers, and it flew off leaving her behind. Something twisted around her neck, holding her in midair, and slowly twisted the life out of her. "AND SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED TO GINNY! SHE HANGS IN MIDAIR, HUNDREDS OF FEET FROM THE GROUND-" "SOMEONE GET DUMBLEDORE!" Ginny pulled at the misty wisps that held her throat. It whispered to her. She stopped struggling a moment, listening in horror. Her episode with Tom Riddle left her with the ability to understand evil. The cloud was pure evil, bent on killing. And she was the bait.
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"GINNY!?" Ron stared in horror at the clouds. They were nearly black by now, and it was not hard to see her small slender figure thrashing uselessly. Her cloak fell from her shoulders, and it took a full three minutes to reach the ground. "ALL PLAYERS OFF OF THE FIELD!! NOW!!! THERE IS NOTHING TO BE DONE UNTIL DUMBLEDORE GETS HERE!!!" Harry stared in horror at Ginny, and as he looked around the field, his eyes met Draco's. They both nodded, before taking off. The cloud carried Ginny over the Forbidden Forest. Ron didn't even need to think as he raced after them at full speed. "WEASLEY!! POTTER!! MALFOY!! GET BACK HERE NOW!!" McGonagall bellowed. Pansy watched, debating what to do. Finally, she decided Draco needed her help, and raced after them. "PARKINSON!! GET BACK HERE NOW !!!!!! GRANGER!! FIFTY POINTS FROM BOTH GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN!! EACH!!" As she reached the forest, she notice Hermione trying her best to stay aboard Ginny's abandoned broom. She hurried up alongside the brunette, and helped her on the back on her own broom, and together they sped off after the boys.
A/N: I decided to post what I had so far, since certain peeps kept kindly leaving reviews for me to do so. I will continue to work on the next chapter tonight. Anybody who is also reading Rune Moon, might want to check some of the later posts of my ML (it's listed under my profile as a homepage). I gave up on CH 15, posted what I had, and am now starting over. ^_^' I HATE writers block.maybe some Leggy shopping, and LOTR watching is in order.