*Rises from the dead.* Again, it is time for me to apologize for not
updating 'Sphinx' sooner. You know how it goes; new school year,
suffocating homework, and of course, trying to have a social life. Well you
do not have to wait any longer! I now present the next installment in
'Sphinx'. Enjoy!
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'You can't change the way you feel. And you can't tell me this isn't real, 'cause this is real. Well, I fall down. Come around, and pick me right off the ground.' -Good Charlotte
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In the morning, Hermione walked out of her tent, wrapping a rubber band around her nearly unmanageable hair. Smelling the dew that rested on the grass, she looked out to the sea.
"Morning," said Draco coming up behind her.
"Hey, how are you," Hermione answered.
"Bien, y tu?"
"Muy bien, Señor. Yo no sabe que tu hablaste español."
"Fluently. My father insisted that I be well rounded when it comes to languages and things of that nature."
"Wicked, well I hope we will be getting a break from all of these battles. I am looking forward to a day of rest and relaxation."
"I highly doubt it."
"What you have inside information or something?"
"No, but I've been talking to Isadora."
"What's going on?"
"We're getting help."
"From who?"
"Veelas."
"How is that possible?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione looked at him questioningly, "Aren't all of the Veelas assisting Voldemort?"
"No, only the Yelsa clan. There are hundred of clans out there. I'm really surprised that you don't know that."
"Out of the many things that I have read, Veelas were never a subject that I had a particular interest for."
"Oh, well, Narcissa, my mother, is supposed to be coming soon so that she can be here. She is a member of one of the clans that is coming."
"Which one?"
"Dejilac."
Thought Hermione had ignored Veelas in many of her readings, "Dejilac" was a name that was widely known. The Dejilac were the decoys, those who pretended to be the leaders out of protection for them.
And as if summoned by the devil himself, the magnificent Dejilac Veela appeared before them. What were most prominent on Narcissa's face were her eyes. The iris looked as though they were crafted from silver, and the pupils looked as though they could stare straight into your soul. Like her son Draco, her hair was a white ageless blonde that showed no sign of graying. Narcissa looked as though she had cheated old age at its favorite game.
"Draco," she murmured, holding out her arms. Her son readily fell into his mother's loving embrace.
"It's good to see you, Mum," he said.
"Oi!" shouted Harry, running over the land that separated him from the three. Hermione waved cheerfully at him as he joined them.
"How is Ron?" she asked.
"Oh, still a little singed, and the cuts are healing, so he'll pull through with nothing really wounded but his ego."
"Yes, pride was always one of Weasley's flaws," commented Draco. Narcissa raised her eyebrow while Harry and Hermione choose to ignore the comment.
"What about Fred and George?" asked Hermione.
"Their wearing there bandages like medals and showing off their scars to any girl who will listen to them ramble on about their bravery. Well, I guess they do want to have some fun. Ever since they flew out have Umbridge went berserk, coming back to finish their classes and graduate has been fun and games too."
"Harry Potter," Narcissa muttered.
"Yes," said Harry, "I'm Harry."
"Ah, yes. Draco has said much about you at home," said Narcissa extending her hand for him to kiss it.
Harry, unsure of what to do, just stared at it, and then shook it.
"So when are they arriving?" Draco asked his mother.
"Should be soon. While we are waiting, Draco, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" said Narcissa, indicating Hermione.
"Oh!" said Hermione, "I'm Hermione Granger."
"A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure."
"The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Malfoy."
"Oh, please dispense with the formalities. It is quite alright if you would like to call me Narcissa."
"Thank you, Narcissa."
"You're welcome. How would you like to show me around the camp?" asked a now eager Narcissa.
"But I..." interrupted Draco.
"Draco, you can see me almost any time you would like. I have never seen Hermione before, and she seems like such a nice girl. You can visit with your friend Harry while I talk to Hermione."
Draco, with a rather sullen look on his face, gave a rather short nod. Narcissa smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then, like a schoolgirl, she linked her arm in Hermione's and walked off with the girl.
Harry and Draco looked at each other.
"Well, it had to be us, huh?" said Harry.
"Don't remind me, Potter. I faked friendship with you last time to satisfy Hermione," said Draco hotly.
"You think you are the only one?"
"Potter, no matter what anyone says, we can never be friends."
"But didn't you want to once?"
"When did I say that?"
"On the train, in our first year, you said it. I refused you because you called Ron riff-raff or something like that."
"Oh, well that is over and done with. Don't tell me you are going back on your answer now."
"No. You insult Ron, and that is something I can't stand."
"Merlin's beard! Why don't you let the weasel fight his own battles?"
"Because somehow you always manage to drag me into them!"
"Fine, guilty," Draco folded his arms and lay down in the grass.
"You're going to get your shirt all wet," said Harry.
"And you care because?"
"True," said Harry as he settled in the grass next to Draco.
"Why are staying with me?"
"I don't know, but you are really intriguing. You have always seemed to be a big mystery. It might be fun to solve it."
"Intriguing; that's a big word, Potter. You sure you know what it means?"
"Yes, Malfoy, I do. It means secret, interesting, and sometimes a secret love affair."
"Oh gross!" shouted Malfoy. "Dirty thoughts!"
Harry smirked.
"Where do you get this stuff, Potter?"
"My aunt used to always read romance novels."
"Oh, makes sense. So I'm interesting?"
"That's what I hear some of the sixth year Gryffindors saying. You should hear them sometimes. 'Oh, Draco, he's so dreamy. I love his eyes; they're so pretty, oh oh.'"
"Potter, I don't ever want to hear you saying my name in that kind of tone ever again."
Harry laughed.
"Well, that is what they say," said Harry.
"Oh you should hear the stuff they say about you! 'Oh, Harry, he is the only Gryffindor I would ever date. His skin is so white and pure...Just put a little mischief in him and he would make every girl weak in the knees."
The two boys stared at one another for a second, and then burst out laughing.
"We should, like, join forces or something," said Harry, "break every girl's heart."
"Heartless Girl Magnets," said Draco.
"And find some Heartless Boy Magnets to trop around with us."
"Sounds like a plan."
Harry stood up and wiped the dirt from his trousers, "So are we friends now or something?"
"I think," said Draco, "I would prefer to use the term 'Partner in Crime.'"
"Ditto."
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ahhh- friends now? What 's gonna happen next?
~Dragonfires~
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'You can't change the way you feel. And you can't tell me this isn't real, 'cause this is real. Well, I fall down. Come around, and pick me right off the ground.' -Good Charlotte
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In the morning, Hermione walked out of her tent, wrapping a rubber band around her nearly unmanageable hair. Smelling the dew that rested on the grass, she looked out to the sea.
"Morning," said Draco coming up behind her.
"Hey, how are you," Hermione answered.
"Bien, y tu?"
"Muy bien, Señor. Yo no sabe que tu hablaste español."
"Fluently. My father insisted that I be well rounded when it comes to languages and things of that nature."
"Wicked, well I hope we will be getting a break from all of these battles. I am looking forward to a day of rest and relaxation."
"I highly doubt it."
"What you have inside information or something?"
"No, but I've been talking to Isadora."
"What's going on?"
"We're getting help."
"From who?"
"Veelas."
"How is that possible?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione looked at him questioningly, "Aren't all of the Veelas assisting Voldemort?"
"No, only the Yelsa clan. There are hundred of clans out there. I'm really surprised that you don't know that."
"Out of the many things that I have read, Veelas were never a subject that I had a particular interest for."
"Oh, well, Narcissa, my mother, is supposed to be coming soon so that she can be here. She is a member of one of the clans that is coming."
"Which one?"
"Dejilac."
Thought Hermione had ignored Veelas in many of her readings, "Dejilac" was a name that was widely known. The Dejilac were the decoys, those who pretended to be the leaders out of protection for them.
And as if summoned by the devil himself, the magnificent Dejilac Veela appeared before them. What were most prominent on Narcissa's face were her eyes. The iris looked as though they were crafted from silver, and the pupils looked as though they could stare straight into your soul. Like her son Draco, her hair was a white ageless blonde that showed no sign of graying. Narcissa looked as though she had cheated old age at its favorite game.
"Draco," she murmured, holding out her arms. Her son readily fell into his mother's loving embrace.
"It's good to see you, Mum," he said.
"Oi!" shouted Harry, running over the land that separated him from the three. Hermione waved cheerfully at him as he joined them.
"How is Ron?" she asked.
"Oh, still a little singed, and the cuts are healing, so he'll pull through with nothing really wounded but his ego."
"Yes, pride was always one of Weasley's flaws," commented Draco. Narcissa raised her eyebrow while Harry and Hermione choose to ignore the comment.
"What about Fred and George?" asked Hermione.
"Their wearing there bandages like medals and showing off their scars to any girl who will listen to them ramble on about their bravery. Well, I guess they do want to have some fun. Ever since they flew out have Umbridge went berserk, coming back to finish their classes and graduate has been fun and games too."
"Harry Potter," Narcissa muttered.
"Yes," said Harry, "I'm Harry."
"Ah, yes. Draco has said much about you at home," said Narcissa extending her hand for him to kiss it.
Harry, unsure of what to do, just stared at it, and then shook it.
"So when are they arriving?" Draco asked his mother.
"Should be soon. While we are waiting, Draco, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" said Narcissa, indicating Hermione.
"Oh!" said Hermione, "I'm Hermione Granger."
"A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure."
"The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Malfoy."
"Oh, please dispense with the formalities. It is quite alright if you would like to call me Narcissa."
"Thank you, Narcissa."
"You're welcome. How would you like to show me around the camp?" asked a now eager Narcissa.
"But I..." interrupted Draco.
"Draco, you can see me almost any time you would like. I have never seen Hermione before, and she seems like such a nice girl. You can visit with your friend Harry while I talk to Hermione."
Draco, with a rather sullen look on his face, gave a rather short nod. Narcissa smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then, like a schoolgirl, she linked her arm in Hermione's and walked off with the girl.
Harry and Draco looked at each other.
"Well, it had to be us, huh?" said Harry.
"Don't remind me, Potter. I faked friendship with you last time to satisfy Hermione," said Draco hotly.
"You think you are the only one?"
"Potter, no matter what anyone says, we can never be friends."
"But didn't you want to once?"
"When did I say that?"
"On the train, in our first year, you said it. I refused you because you called Ron riff-raff or something like that."
"Oh, well that is over and done with. Don't tell me you are going back on your answer now."
"No. You insult Ron, and that is something I can't stand."
"Merlin's beard! Why don't you let the weasel fight his own battles?"
"Because somehow you always manage to drag me into them!"
"Fine, guilty," Draco folded his arms and lay down in the grass.
"You're going to get your shirt all wet," said Harry.
"And you care because?"
"True," said Harry as he settled in the grass next to Draco.
"Why are staying with me?"
"I don't know, but you are really intriguing. You have always seemed to be a big mystery. It might be fun to solve it."
"Intriguing; that's a big word, Potter. You sure you know what it means?"
"Yes, Malfoy, I do. It means secret, interesting, and sometimes a secret love affair."
"Oh gross!" shouted Malfoy. "Dirty thoughts!"
Harry smirked.
"Where do you get this stuff, Potter?"
"My aunt used to always read romance novels."
"Oh, makes sense. So I'm interesting?"
"That's what I hear some of the sixth year Gryffindors saying. You should hear them sometimes. 'Oh, Draco, he's so dreamy. I love his eyes; they're so pretty, oh oh.'"
"Potter, I don't ever want to hear you saying my name in that kind of tone ever again."
Harry laughed.
"Well, that is what they say," said Harry.
"Oh you should hear the stuff they say about you! 'Oh, Harry, he is the only Gryffindor I would ever date. His skin is so white and pure...Just put a little mischief in him and he would make every girl weak in the knees."
The two boys stared at one another for a second, and then burst out laughing.
"We should, like, join forces or something," said Harry, "break every girl's heart."
"Heartless Girl Magnets," said Draco.
"And find some Heartless Boy Magnets to trop around with us."
"Sounds like a plan."
Harry stood up and wiped the dirt from his trousers, "So are we friends now or something?"
"I think," said Draco, "I would prefer to use the term 'Partner in Crime.'"
"Ditto."
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ahhh- friends now? What 's gonna happen next?
~Dragonfires~