Gryphon's Wings and Crocodile Tears
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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23,676
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55
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Harry and Ginny?
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of these characters or places; they belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. It’s her world; I just play in it.
Chapter 6-Harry and Ginny?
Ginny scowled after Hermione as she climbed the stairs to her room, unaware of the fact that Harry had been seeing Ginny behind her back for nearly a month. The two of them had to tread very carefully, lest they arouse Hermione’s suspicions. It didn’t appear to matter to either of them that she had every right to be suspicious and angry with the two of them. Her closest friends were together right under her nose, those who she loved the best stabbing her in the back, remorselessly.
The two people who knew her best were doing the worst possible thing when it came to dealing with Hermione, they were lying to her. Looking back on this time in her life several years later it would almost feel to her as though the two of them were acting with intent to hurt her feelings. This was unnecessary; both of them knew that, given the proper amount of time, there was no truth so horrible that she could not overcome it.
They agreed that she was the strongest person that either of the two of them had ever met. Still, a lie was something that she would never fully forgive them for. It might seem on the most superficial level that she had, but she’d never trust a liar again. And those who she could not trust, she could not consider to be her friends.
Perhaps the saddest part of the entire mess, was that everyone, except for Hermione, knew and no one had the courage to tell her. Cowardly Gryffindors? There was truly a first for everything.
“You promised that you were going to tell her about us tonight,” Ginny hissed.
“Its not that easy. Don’t look at me like that, if its so damned easy then how about you march up those stairs right now and tell her yourself?” Ginny did not budge, her eyes widened in shock at the very idea that it might be she who had to confront Hermione. “See, its not so easy is it?”
“She’d cursed me so badly that I’d-I’d…” Her voice trailed off and all the blood drained from her face. It was probably not the best plan to go after your best friend’s boyfriend. Particularly not when she was arguably the most gifted student to walk the halls of Hogwarts since Albus Dumbledore.
Harry decided to take advantage of Ginny’s mental paralysis to tell her why he’d been so late in returning to meet her. She barely heard a word he said. It worked, he’d told her and she didn’t seem to care. A few moments and stolen kisses later they found their beds.
Harry lay in bed thinking that he had no reason to tell Hermione the truth, that he could have both of them. Then he realized that this must be the way that Draco thought about the girls he’d slept with. The revelation that he was thinking like Malfoy disgusted him to the core of his being. This was not right, both of them deserved far better.
How was he to tell Hermione that he could never love her? And worse that he was in love with her best friend? Eventually he gave up on trying to think of how to tell her, because there was nothing that he could do about it tonight. ‘Tomorrow,’ he thought, ‘I’ll figure it all out tomorrow.’ Sadly, there is one tragic flaw in this way of thinking; tomorrow never arrives.
Draco awoke to find one of the stupid creatures he’d used and abused the night before still in his bed. He grunted disgustedly at her and pushed her off of his bed and onto the floor. She seemed to understand the nature of the arrangement, which was refreshing. She dressed quietly and left him to his thoughts. He was pleasantly surprised by that one, she was the first not to whine or make ridiculous lovey-doe eyes at him the morning after. In seconds the tip of his quill was scratching all of her info into his log:
Susan Bones, Hufflepuff, Pureblood, 17 March, 1996:
Better than most, but a bit conservative. She doesn’t whine or pine in the morning. Small breasts. Beautiful eyes. Long legs. (B plus)
He stowed the pages, nearly a novel by the page count, and stretched. As he dressed and headed down to breakfast his thoughts turned to a shining pair of chocolate colored eyes. He thought it strange that he was unable to link those brilliant eyes with the face to which they belonged. He was acutely aware of the power, both arcane and social, that eyes such as those could wield. Draco was not accustomed to having his memory fail him; this would haunt him all day.
Hermione awoke that morning feeling more refreshed than she’d felt in a long time. She was alone in the dorm room and decided to hum as she got dressed. When she, at last, felt that she was adequately preened she walked out the door to her room and down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor common room, which was at this hour, filled with the yawning mouths and puffy morning eyes of her housemates.
She skipped over to Harry and kissed him on the head. Class could wait if Harry wasn’t feeling well. He looked up at her with sad green eyes, but said none of the things, that he knew in his heart he should say. Ginny thundered down the stairs and it seemed for a moment that she might actually be able to go through with telling Hermione the truth, if in an angry and inappropriate way. At the last moment Ginny lost her nerve and marched clear past the two of them and into the hall, presumably to breakfast.
“That was odd, she’s never in a hurry,” Hermione said with a look of concern wrinkling her brow. “Harry, are you feeling all right?”
“I’m just not very well today is all. My stomach hurts something fierce.” He refused to meet her eyes again. He was a little confused, if he didn’t think that he was doing anything wrong, then why did he feel so bad about deceiving Hermione? It was true that everyone had simply come to accept the two of them as a couple. He’d never actually asked her to be his girlfriend, nor had she asked him to be her boyfriend. So, why did the whole thing hurt his stomach and give him a horrible stabbing pain in his chest?
“You should go see Madam Pomfrey, she’ll fix you up straight away. I’ll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts.” With another kiss on the cheek she was off to break her fast.
Harry exhaled loudly and all eyes that remained in the room seemed to rest on him for an instant before he stood up angrily and said, “What in the name of Ptolemy are you looking at?” He stormed from the room, his green eyes flashing angrily.
Chapter 6-Harry and Ginny?
Ginny scowled after Hermione as she climbed the stairs to her room, unaware of the fact that Harry had been seeing Ginny behind her back for nearly a month. The two of them had to tread very carefully, lest they arouse Hermione’s suspicions. It didn’t appear to matter to either of them that she had every right to be suspicious and angry with the two of them. Her closest friends were together right under her nose, those who she loved the best stabbing her in the back, remorselessly.
The two people who knew her best were doing the worst possible thing when it came to dealing with Hermione, they were lying to her. Looking back on this time in her life several years later it would almost feel to her as though the two of them were acting with intent to hurt her feelings. This was unnecessary; both of them knew that, given the proper amount of time, there was no truth so horrible that she could not overcome it.
They agreed that she was the strongest person that either of the two of them had ever met. Still, a lie was something that she would never fully forgive them for. It might seem on the most superficial level that she had, but she’d never trust a liar again. And those who she could not trust, she could not consider to be her friends.
Perhaps the saddest part of the entire mess, was that everyone, except for Hermione, knew and no one had the courage to tell her. Cowardly Gryffindors? There was truly a first for everything.
“You promised that you were going to tell her about us tonight,” Ginny hissed.
“Its not that easy. Don’t look at me like that, if its so damned easy then how about you march up those stairs right now and tell her yourself?” Ginny did not budge, her eyes widened in shock at the very idea that it might be she who had to confront Hermione. “See, its not so easy is it?”
“She’d cursed me so badly that I’d-I’d…” Her voice trailed off and all the blood drained from her face. It was probably not the best plan to go after your best friend’s boyfriend. Particularly not when she was arguably the most gifted student to walk the halls of Hogwarts since Albus Dumbledore.
Harry decided to take advantage of Ginny’s mental paralysis to tell her why he’d been so late in returning to meet her. She barely heard a word he said. It worked, he’d told her and she didn’t seem to care. A few moments and stolen kisses later they found their beds.
Harry lay in bed thinking that he had no reason to tell Hermione the truth, that he could have both of them. Then he realized that this must be the way that Draco thought about the girls he’d slept with. The revelation that he was thinking like Malfoy disgusted him to the core of his being. This was not right, both of them deserved far better.
How was he to tell Hermione that he could never love her? And worse that he was in love with her best friend? Eventually he gave up on trying to think of how to tell her, because there was nothing that he could do about it tonight. ‘Tomorrow,’ he thought, ‘I’ll figure it all out tomorrow.’ Sadly, there is one tragic flaw in this way of thinking; tomorrow never arrives.
Draco awoke to find one of the stupid creatures he’d used and abused the night before still in his bed. He grunted disgustedly at her and pushed her off of his bed and onto the floor. She seemed to understand the nature of the arrangement, which was refreshing. She dressed quietly and left him to his thoughts. He was pleasantly surprised by that one, she was the first not to whine or make ridiculous lovey-doe eyes at him the morning after. In seconds the tip of his quill was scratching all of her info into his log:
Susan Bones, Hufflepuff, Pureblood, 17 March, 1996:
Better than most, but a bit conservative. She doesn’t whine or pine in the morning. Small breasts. Beautiful eyes. Long legs. (B plus)
He stowed the pages, nearly a novel by the page count, and stretched. As he dressed and headed down to breakfast his thoughts turned to a shining pair of chocolate colored eyes. He thought it strange that he was unable to link those brilliant eyes with the face to which they belonged. He was acutely aware of the power, both arcane and social, that eyes such as those could wield. Draco was not accustomed to having his memory fail him; this would haunt him all day.
Hermione awoke that morning feeling more refreshed than she’d felt in a long time. She was alone in the dorm room and decided to hum as she got dressed. When she, at last, felt that she was adequately preened she walked out the door to her room and down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor common room, which was at this hour, filled with the yawning mouths and puffy morning eyes of her housemates.
She skipped over to Harry and kissed him on the head. Class could wait if Harry wasn’t feeling well. He looked up at her with sad green eyes, but said none of the things, that he knew in his heart he should say. Ginny thundered down the stairs and it seemed for a moment that she might actually be able to go through with telling Hermione the truth, if in an angry and inappropriate way. At the last moment Ginny lost her nerve and marched clear past the two of them and into the hall, presumably to breakfast.
“That was odd, she’s never in a hurry,” Hermione said with a look of concern wrinkling her brow. “Harry, are you feeling all right?”
“I’m just not very well today is all. My stomach hurts something fierce.” He refused to meet her eyes again. He was a little confused, if he didn’t think that he was doing anything wrong, then why did he feel so bad about deceiving Hermione? It was true that everyone had simply come to accept the two of them as a couple. He’d never actually asked her to be his girlfriend, nor had she asked him to be her boyfriend. So, why did the whole thing hurt his stomach and give him a horrible stabbing pain in his chest?
“You should go see Madam Pomfrey, she’ll fix you up straight away. I’ll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts.” With another kiss on the cheek she was off to break her fast.
Harry exhaled loudly and all eyes that remained in the room seemed to rest on him for an instant before he stood up angrily and said, “What in the name of Ptolemy are you looking at?” He stormed from the room, his green eyes flashing angrily.