Secrets and Lies
By Rayven Darkheart
Chapter Two
The school was buzzing with the news. The new girl hexed Pansy Parkinson. What's more, she did it without saying a word. This was perfectly fine for Alyma. Most of the people that avoided her were those that would be given a reason to.
Harry ran to catch up to Ron and Alyma. They were walking toward their second class of the day, Potions. So far, Alyma had managed to lose Gryffindor 100 points. On the plus side, she had managed to get Professor Snape so flustered that he couldn't talk to anyone for an entire day. All in all the Gryffindors were much happier about that than pissed about the loss of points.
Harry grabbed Alyma from behind and swung her around, making her shriek in surprise. Ron just rolled his eyes. "Will you two get a bloody room already?" Alyma just smiled evilly and snuggled against Ron's neck, making him look like a tomato. "Don't do that!"
Alyma wrapped her arm around Ron's shoulder gently. "Aw, come on, Ron. Harry and I are just being friendly. Don't be jealous. You're still my number one boy toy."
Ron turned even redder and looked like he wanted to run. Harry patted his back gently. "She's only teasing, Ron. Just be happy you aren't Parkinson." Ron seemed to look a little happier after that.
"Potty, Weasel, are you so hard up that you have to maul that poor girl?" The smiles on Harry and Ron's faces fell as they head the sound of Draco's voice. Alyma turned and was staring up into icy blue eyes. She tried to control the smile on her face.
Harry noticed the smile and growled. "Shove off Malfoy. No one wants to see your ferret face around here."
"Is that anyway to talk to your better you mudblood lover?" Alyma had to reach out and grab both Ron's and Harry's arms before they could raise their wands. "See? The new girl knows what side her bread is buttered on."
It was Alyma's turn to raise her wand. "Do not assume to tell my friends that I know you are better than they are. I may have to deal with you as a potions partner, but you will respect them. You will also respect their friend Granger."
It was Draco's turn to smirk. "I see you don't like the little bookworm, do you… What's the matter? Is she taking all of Potty's time away from you? Is she in his bed too…" Before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing. Suddenly three slugs fell out of his mouth. He looked up at Alyma in horror.
Alyma smirked, raised an eyebrow, and walked off triumphantly, leaving the Slytherins to take a very dramatic Draco to see Madam Pomfrey.
As the students finished filing into the Potions room, Snape came in. "Miss LaRue, you will have to work with Mr. Longbottom today. Mr. Malfoy will not be in class today due to a hex placed on him. Let us both pray that it does not happen again." He looked down his long nose at her.
Alyma smiled a winning smile and stood, moving next to Neville. "Yes sir, let us pray that Mr. Malfoy is astute enough to know his manners next time."
Snape started to answer her, presumably to take points off of her house for insolence when Madam Pomfrey interrupted him. Without a word, he walked out of the room to meet with her. "What is it, Poppy?"
She groaned in frustration. "I cannot cure Draco Malfoy of his hex. I spoke to Dumbledore and he said to bring Alyma LaRue to do it. She's the one that placed the hex and she will know how to remove it."
Snape never took his eyes off of Madam Pomfrey but made sure he was heard. "LaRue! Out here, now!" They heard the thump of several students falling out of their chairs and the soft footsteps of Alyma. She said nothing, just looked up at Snape with a calm, even expression. "You will go to the hospital wing and cure Mr. Malfoy. Once you are done, both you and he will come to see me in my office. Do I make myself clear?"
Alyma's expression never changed as she started to walk toward the hospital wing. She did throw a simple response of, "Crystal," over her shoulder at him.
As she entered the hospital wing, she noticed the very green looking Draco sitting on a bed with a bucket. She smirked and sneaked up behind him. "Are you green around the gills, Malfoy?"
The boy jumped and looked up at her. "You again. What, want to give me boils this time?"
She chuckled slightly and whispered the counter curse. Draco gave one last huge cough and when he didn't see any slugs, he looked up at her. "I don't dislike you, Draco, but they are my friends. I will defend them if I must. You and the rest of your slimy friends may want to take that under consideration before they mess with them again. Do I make myself understood?"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Mudblood lover. I could have sworn you were different. You're related to Zabini and all, but you're no different than the blood traitors. Your last name might as well be Weasley."
He stopped when a slap resounded across his face. Her usually cold emerald eyes seemed to become artic. "You know nothing about me. You know nothing of my parentage. Do not assume that I won't use," she looked to make sure Madam Pomfrey wasn't looking or listening, "an Unforgivable Curse on you. You mean nothing to me. The Malfoy name means nothing to me. It means more to my father than it ever will mean to me." She stood up quickly, realizing what she had said. "Snape wants to see us after Potions is over. Be there."
Draco watched her walk out. He blinked, rubbing his cheek, trying to get rid of the red spot. 'What could she mean? Her father? Why would her father give any meaning to the name Malfoy?'