Note: As always, italicized stuff is flashback type stuff.

Chapter 4: Revealed

Nymphs can't do everything by themselves. They often use plants and flowers to help.

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"It better not smell like flowers in there when you're done," joked Draco sarcastically as she went into the bathroom.

Draco thought he'd wait until she'd finished, but she took so long that he got tired of waiting. He left his room in search of something more entertaining.

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"Good, so you'll get the girl to join our side," said the Dark Lord with an evil grin upon his face.

"I expect no mistakes or mishaps. Everything should go smoothly. I don't want the nymphs thinking anything suspicious of us. So make a good impression on her." said the Dark Lord as he got up from his chair.

Lucius following him got up.

"No worries my lord, I hope to succeed without interruptions," said Lucius as he started to apparate.

As Lucius left, Voldemort turned to Wormtail.

"Soon we will have the nymphs on our side," cackled Voldemort.

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Draco spent his day practicing Quidditch in the backyard and pulling pranks on the elves around the house. It'd been hours since this morning when Cho couldn't find a bathroom. He headed towards his room. Surely she'd be done by now.

Draco was just about to open the door when it opened before he got to the handle. The door was opened a little too fast and a little too hard. Draco instantly had the wind knocked out of him.

"What the bloody hell?!" shouted Draco as he howled in pain. He now had a red dent in his forehead.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." said Cho apologetically as she now opened the door all the way.

"WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING IN MY ROOM ALL DAY?!" shouted Draco as he entered his room.

"Bloody hell, what is that retched stench?!" Draco had to hold his nose because the smell was so horrible.

He go to the bathroom and, "Oh my god, it smells like someone died in here!"

She took a bottle out of her pocket and began spraying around the room. It instantly began to smell better.

"What the hell is that?" Draco still looked horrified by the stench from before, "Oh no, now it smells like a girl's room!"

Draco stomped back into the bathroom and slammed the door. He didn't want her to think he was grateful that it didn't small anymore. Actually, he quite liked the new smell of his room. It was flowery and very sweet.

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Faith didn't have enough power to always remain in form of Cho. She needed help with her transformation. It was just that Cho be buried in the tree in the Chang's backyard. It wasn't just so she'd live on forever in a tree. Faith used the leaves from the tree to create a polyjuice potion. Though, actually it was her own version of the polyjuice potion. Hers didn't take as long and plus she didn't turn into a tree. She was able to use the leaves to become the lifelike version of Cho and grow as Cho would've

"Darling, it's time for breakfast." said Mr. Chang cheerfully as he opened the door.

"Are you up ye—Cho, what's the smell? Did your frog die?" said a worried Mr. Chang as he looked around the room.

"I'm fine daddy. Er, just some er old candy and junk under my bed. I threw it out this morning so er, don't worry." said Cho nervously.

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It had taken her longer than expected. The leaves were a little old. She hadn't expected Draco to be back so soon.

Cho left his room and just as she turned around after closing his door, she cane face to face with Lucius.

"M-m-m-Mr. Malfoy," Cho managed to spat out.

"Miss Chang, if that really is your name, will you walk with me? I believe we have some matters to discuss. Some that I believe will interest you greatly." smiled Lucius as he put his arm around her.

She didn't like the way Lucius Malfoy pronounce her name. She especially didn't like it that his arm was around her. She felt uncomfortable and squirmed underneath his pressure, but it only made him hold her more tightly.

She could feel his fingers tightening up on her upper right arm and then he loosened up. They were walking somewhere where she'd never been. There were less doors are the hall was wider. There were more paintings on the walls, probably previous Malfoys.

They passed a painting of a man and a wife. They weren't as properly dress, but lucky to be dressed at all. They stood next to each other looking rather sad and gloomy. Cho couldn't help but stare. The couple looked so different from all the others. Then she recognized them and they did her.

"It's her, mother, it's her!" shouted the man.

"By golly, it is!" shouted the woman in reply.

Lucius opened a door and lead her into the badly lit room.

"They know!" she thought as she was pushed into the uninviting room.

The couple in the painting fled as they confirmed that it was her. After all these years they were still embarrassed and ashamed.

"There is something I'd like to offer you and I'm sure you'll accept." said Lucius as he closed and locked the door.

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Draco laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling.

"God, it's boring," sighed Draco as he turned on his side.

"Wonder what she's doing," thought Draco, "Well she is a girl after all. All the Slytherin girls are quite an awful site. Plus they're rude and ruff and they like to play mean games. Then again, I do that too."

Draco turned once more and was on his stomach.

"But she's so girly," laughed Draco to himself.

"Well better go see what girly is up to," said Draco as he got up, "I'd better or else she'll go and stink up all the other bathrooms."

Draco walked down the halls towards the guess room with his hands in his pockets. He tried to act as casual as he could. He didn't want her thinking that he purposely wanted to see her.

Draco didn't bother knocking; he opened the door, "So I guess it doesn't stink in here." But Draco looked around and she wasn't there.

"Heh, must be terrorizing the bathroom next door." said Draco as he closed the door.

Draco popped his head in next door and then on the other side and she wasn't in either rooms. He wondered down the many halls and he still couldn't find her.

Draco was thinking of heading downstairs when the painting at the side of the stairs caught his eye. It was a picture of a rather large black hawk. It soared around the landscape with is vast wingspread.

"No, she couldn't be. How could she?" thought Draco to himself, "Only father ever brings people in there, and that's only to—wait, maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

Draco had never really been in there before. It was actually off limits to him and even his mother. Draco walked up to the painting. He stood there for quite a while for he didn't even have the faintest idea to what the password could be.

"Narcissa.. the Dark Lord….. pure blood, Malfoy…..bad faith?" babbled on Draco.

"Arghahminamnympheferginsnajerblaah!" said Draco in frustration.

Slowly the portrait disappeared and there was now a doorway that lead down a dark hall.

"That's the password?" said a baffled Draco.

"Father sure has some weird taste," said Draco as he started down the hall.

Draco didn't pay any attention to the paintings on the walls. He looked rather instead at the strange carvings on the doors.

"You there, boy!" shouted one of the paintings, "have you no respect for your elders?"

"Piss off," spat Draco as he looked at the paintings to see which one it was.

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Faith sat in a rather large chair that seemed to engulf her as she leaned back. The room was rusty and old, but still had an elegant feel to it.

She looked around the room, there seemed to be stains on the wall. It was quiet for a long time. She wondered if no one ever cleaned the room.

Lucius sat in front of her behind a desk.

"You're quite lucky Miss Chang," Lucius paused a bit after saying her name, "almost no one ever gets to see this room anymore."

She didn't say anything, after all, what could she say?

Lucius leaned back in his chair, "Nymphs," and he paused again.

Her heart began to pound. He knew and she's going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Nymphs are a very strange creature," continued Lucius, "they are gorgeous, beautifully gifted creatures." At this Lucius stared straight at her.

"What do you think of them?" said Lucius.

Nymphs were never seriously taught at Hogwarts. They were considered to be a myth after all. It'd been thousands of years since the last nymph was spotted. Nymphs were only a story told to little boys to keep them out of playing the forest. The nymphs might be pretty, but it's those things that give us pleasure that kill us.

"N-nymphs," chuckled Cho, "there's no such thing." All she had to do was play it cool. Then again, if Lucius had brought her here, he must knew and if he knew he must've had something evil planned.

"Why of course there are, just as there are wizards, trolls, and dementors," laughed Lucius, "Don't be such a muggle, believe."

Lucius got up from his chair and began pacing in front of the fireplace at the left of Cho.

"As you know, times are getting dark. You have to make the right choices in life and then you live with the consequences." Lucius stops and looks at her, "The right people can get you there."

Lucius stepped forward closer to Cho, "The right people, Cho, remember that."

He now had his hands on her shoulders, "I know what you are and I hope you'll join us. We can make a perfect world. No more mistakes, nothing in our way. We can be who we are and be it without others imposing on us because we are elite."

Lucius leaned forward, his face but a few inches away. She could feel his breathing on her face. She squirmed and shifted.

The door behind her squeaked opened.

"Finally, a door that does open," sighed Draco as he opened the door.

Surpised to see his father and Cho is such a provocative position, Draco quickly shut the door. He panted as he leaned against the door.

"What the hell was that?!" said Draco exasperated.

This time Draco knocked. He opened the door and saw that his father now sat on his desk and he had his legs crossed. Cho was sitting shocked an almost hidden in her chair.

"Ah, Draco, Miss Chang here is a bit tired. Perhaps you could take her to her room?" said Lucius as he picked up a book and pretended to look it over.

Draco's jaw dropped, but he picked it up and nodded.

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Author's Note: WOWee, that was some chapter, eh? Took a little bit longer than usual, but because I wanted to make it just right. I hope there aren't a lot of typos. If anyone is confused, the original Cho died. Faith "buried" her in the tree. Faith uses the leaves from the tree to become Cho. It works, but the nymphs' potion is quite different from the polyjuice potion. It's like it extracts the DNA fro the leaves and yea. Original Cho grows as a tree, so that's how Faith is able to "get older" as Cho.

Next Chapter: Draco is suspiciousof Cho's relationship with his father. Cho is running out of leaves, oh no!

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