Best Kept Secret - Sa16+
 

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Well, I was bored since I finished my now most favourite book series (next to Harry Potter of course!) and I got stuck on other F.Fs, so I started another one after some thought about it. The first few paragraphs might be weird to you, but it’s just my foreshadowing on what might happen.
Hints will be dropped about the ‘secret’ throughout the story.
And actually, I started two weeks ago and I finished the entire story xD So updates won’t take forever since I don’t have much homework this semester to throw me off. Come January/February though, if it takes that long to post it all... different story 0.o

And it does take a few chapters to get into it, but it'll get interesting, promise!

NO, this F.F is NOT based on the song by Skillet. I liked the name, but the song didn’t fit.
And I’ve had longer F.Fs I can say. This is 20 chapters (so far, might add if I feel I should).
And the summary is a bit on the long side, I know, but you should read it all (depends on what you define as long).

Now someone has a story to tell...

Deanne Lyon has transferred to Hogwarts, hoping to start fresh at a new school. She’s always been different, and every time someone found out why, she would be shunned. Hogwarts is her last hope of ever getting a decent education. This time, she has to be more careful.
Upon her arrival for her final year in Hogwarts, she is automatically the centre of attention (as normal). After being sorted into Gryffindor, she becomes fast friends with many people, even if she isn’t the most trusting girl anyone’s ever met. They think they know her...
One day, though, after becoming Draco Malfoy’s partner in Potions class, things start to change. She finds herself torn between friends, and she finds herself in a situation where she’s stuck between two guys that have strong feelings for her, but they don’t really know her. They fight and vie for her attention, hoping to be the lucky one.
How will this mysterious girl with a dark, life-changing secret decide what to do about everything? And what will happen when the most unsuspecting help comes along from a mortal enemy, while at the same time is being harassed, annoyed... totally bugged by someone from her past? Someone that isn’t willing to give up on her?
Will she choose to tell her secret? And for that matter, who will she choose? Harry, Draco... or maybe her ‘friend’ from the past? Will she choose anyone at all?

P.S: It does romance, I promise :D Just not for the first little bit... It’s kind of skimmed through in some parts, and I’m sorry for that :lol: It would drag out forever if I didn’t.
NOTE: This is 7th year and after the (first) Battle of Hogwarts, but Snape is still considered a professor (he’s the Potions master... again. Not DADA teacher). I figured he’d help with the story a bit :shifty:

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Chapter 1
The Hogwarts Express

Let me get this clear; I am not normal. You think you know who I am within moments of meeting me, but everything you think is wrong. I might be beautiful, ‘painfully beautiful’ as I’ve been told, I might be smart, so what if I’m graceful and nothing bad ever seems to happen to me? Does that really mean I am like everyone else?

It doesn’t. No matter what you’re thinking right now, you’re wrong. I can’t tell my secret to just anyone anymore, I’ve learned my lesson about that. I can’t trust anyone, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll end up being the way I am forever; that girl that can’t seem to get a grip on anything, never understanding, and when I die, I will die alone. No one understands me...
No one ever will.



Dropping down onto the seats, I pulled out my magazine and started reading. I listened to the bustling noise of other students passing by, clearly hearing every word of each conversation. They had good summers, by the sound of it. Lucky them, they weren’t being chased out of school and town... well, in the way I was. I’ve already been to at least 3 different schools within the last 6 years of my education. Each school was different, but they all treated me the same in the end; shunned.

But nonetheless, it always started out the same. ‘Merlin, what a beauty’, ‘who are her parents?’, ‘who’s lucky enough to have her?’. If I had my choice, I would rather be average, but because of him, I can’t be. Because of him, I have soft, faintly-tanned, carefully chiselled features that no other girl has, I have the shapes and curves all girls seem to long for. My eyes, though, seem to get everyone. I have seen people with golden eyes, yet my ‘piercing, violet eyes’ seem to get everyone in one way or another.

I flipped the page in my magazine, listening to conversations outside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people standing outside my compartment door. They were whispering to one another, but I heard them.

“Come on, there’re probably empty compartments further back.”

“This is far enough back, Ronald. Honestly, it’s not like Malfoy’s in there.”

There was an awkward silence, and then it continued with another boy speaking. “Mione’s right, Ron, it doesn’t matter. We’ve met new people before, like Luna for example...”

“And look how that one turned out!”

“Ron...” the girl, ‘Mione’, growled.

“Come on, the last time we went into a compartment with one person, it was Lupin.”

How come that name seemed so familiar to me?

“It’s only a few hours anyways. Don’t make such a fuss about it anyways; what’s your problem?” the girl snapped, still whispering.

“I just have a bad feeling about this...”

Ha!

“What? About returning to Hogwarts? I don’t blame you, it’s still unsafe anywhere in the world right now, but...”

“Shut up you two!” the other boy cut in, his voice raised slightly. “We can talk about this later if you must, but can’t we just sit down for now? Ginny will be here soon enough, and if we don’t get a compartment, well you know how that went last time...”

After another silence, the compartment door slid open slowly. I didn’t even look up at the raven-haired, emerald eyed boy that stuck his head inside.

“Are those seats taken?” he asked.

“Nope,” I responded casually, flipping the page in my magazine. I would’ve preferred a compartment to myself, honestly, but if these people have to, I can put up with it.

The boy pushed the door open, and two others behind him entered as well. I glanced up as they placed their things out of the way. Blazing, firey hair that hung rather limply as if it had not been cut for a long while caught my eyes. Even I knew who this boy was, and I didn’t even know his name. Who doesn’t know the Weasleys?

Before I could get a look at the girl, I looked back down as they turned around and sat down in the seats across from me. They seemed uncomfortable; wary to speak because of my presence. The Weasley, Ron I’m sure, turned to the raven-haired boy and whispered to him, unaware that I could hear him.

“Really, Harry, I don’t think...”

“Shut up, Ron,” Harry cut him off quietly. I could feel his intense, green eyes on me. I shifted slightly under his gaze, just as uncomfortable as he and his friends were.

“How was your summer, Harry?” the girl, ‘Mione’, asked, her voice still hushed.

“You can speak up, it won’t bother me,” I finally spoke. I looked up at them and into Harry’s eyes. He appeared taken aback as he looked into my violet eyes. His two friends were just as surprised as he was.

“So... are you new?” the girl, Mione, asked.

“Yeah,” I responded curtly.

“Where’d you transfer from?”

“Zapharnen Institute of Wizardry,” I responded simply.

“Where’s that?” Ron asked, his tone blunt. Mione elbowed him sharply.

“It’s a small school in Scotland,” I responded, turning my eyes onto him. He seemed to shrink under my gaze. “Not as big as... Durmstrang, for example. That place is probably two-thirds the size of where I came from.”

“Have you been to Durmstrang as well?” Harry asked, surprised.

I looked back at him and elusively responded, “I’ve been to many schools.”

“Got kicked out? What’d you do?”

“For goodness sake, Ronald...”

“It’s alright,” I cut the girl off. My eyes fell back on Ron. “No, I wasn’t kicked out, I left each one.”

When silence came in response, I went back to my magazine. As I flipped the page, the compartment door slid open. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a rather short girl with bright, red hair; another Weasley.

“Honestly, I turn around to just to say goodbye to mum and I turn back and you’re gone!” she snapped. I felt her eyes fall onto me, and she was silent. “Hello...?”

“Hi,” I responded as I flipped my page. Before another word could be spoken, the train started moving. This would be one long trip...

Chapter 2 - Slytherins
Chapter 3 - Ron's Dream
Chapter 4 - Potions Drama
Chapter 5 - Cody
Chapter 6 - Draco's Blood
Chapter 7 - Best Kept Secret
Chapter 8 - Harry?
Chapter 9 - Deanne's Story
Chapter 10 - Library Prison Escape
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13 - A Talk With Cody
Chapter 14 - An Awkward Re-acquaintance
Chapter 15 - Lupin's Talk
Chapter 16 - Is Harry Catching On?
Chapter 16 (Part 2)
Chapter 17 - Better Than Me
Chapter 18 - Dee's Secret
Chapter 18 (Part 2)
Chapter 19 - Choices
Chapter 20 - Graduation

:lol: Are you thinking about how Draco was always described to have 'chiseled features' in the books?

Thanks for commenting guys xD Glad you all like the first post... which is kinda boring and the next one is as well in a way, but it'll get better.

And this is the first F.F I've finished before posting... I've already got the sequel planned :rotfl:
So like I said, posting will go fast.
And I'll update tomorrow.

New Reader
 

Whoa, I don't know how you can say that it is boring because it definitely is not!! I was enthralled just reading your summary. I can't wait to read more of this story.

PAMS
Mel
xoxo

:lol: Compared to other chapters I suppose it's boring.
But I guess not then.
Welcome (to this thread) Mel xD

Don’t be deceived by the title, it can mean many things... and I was bored and couldn’t think of anything so the current title comes into play later.
Enjoy :) Still not much yet but more interesting stuff is coming up soon xD

Chapter 2
Slytherins

I managed to be one of the first people of the train. I watched people ahead of me go into carriages, yet I saw younger ones lining up and then getting into boats. I assumed the boats were for just the younger kids and found an empty carriage. I climbed in and waited for it to move, hoping I would be the only one taking the ride inside. As soon as I thought this, the door opened. I heard a chuckle...

“Are those seats taken?” I recognized Harry’s voice.

I resisted sighing, and responded, “No.”

He climbed in and four people came in behind him. I knew three of them, but the fourth was another guy. He seemed somewhat timid, more reserved into his tall, dark-haired self. I caught the mumblings and heard his name was Neville. The ‘Golden Trio’ sat in front of me again, and after a mumbled bickering about who would sit next to me, Neville ended up on my side. The carriage rattled off in silence.

“So... what is your name?” Hermione asked me.

I silently looked back at her for a moment.

“Deanne,” I finally responded.

“I’m Neville,” Neville told me, a hand outstretched to shake mine.

I looked at him, then down at his hand quickly, and up again. I just merely smiled faintly and said, “Hi.”

Neville was taken aback and withdrew his hand, frowning in thought. The rest of the ride to Hogwarts was silent; the only noise made was the movement of feet leaving the carriage. I followed the five to the castle, listening to their whispers. I chuckled inwardly; they definitely don’t know what I can hear or do.

“Did you see that earlier? Honestly, could you not be any colder?”

Oh, the irony in Ron saying that. I only didn’t shake Neville’s hand because if he was to feel my skin, he’d be even more shocked than he was when I didn’t. No one likes to touch me, only the rare exception to those that have gotten used to me. My skin is like ice; I don’t have the warm skin everyone else does. I figured it'd be best to save Neville the shock.

“She at least said something, so you can’t say it was entirely cold,” Harry pointed out.

“But she was cold enough to...”

“Guys, shut up about being cold!” Hermione snapped, shivering. “I’m starting to feel cold...”

I rolled my eyes and continued into the castle. A few steps in, I felt a tap on my clad shoulder. I stopped and looked to my side and saw a professor. She was a rather old woman with grey hair peaking out from under her pointed hat.

“Deanne.” It was not a question.

“Yes.”

“I’m Professor McGonagall, the headmistress. Would you follow me?”

I did as I was told and found myself in a dimly light classroom. An old hat sat on the table.

“Now before you’re sorted, I have a question about your... diet.”

“How long are the meals exactly?” I asked quickly.

“It’s usually an hour for each meal. I understand if you don’t...”

“I don’t know, I might,” I cut in, knowing what her question was. “So what’s this about sorting?”

“Oh yes, the Sorting Hat,” Professor McGonagall picked up the old, dusty hat.

“Sit down.”

I did as I was told. The hat was placed on my head, and it started to move.

“Ah yes, we have been waiting for you...”

I was shocked; why was some dumb hat talking to me?

“Out of all the unique people that have come through these walls, none have been like you... hmm, your self-control is amazing, I must say. If it weren’t for that, you would be well suited for Slytherin... where else to put you...?”

The hat sat silently on my head, thinking. Wait, do hats even think?

“Ah, yes, I know...” the hat muttered. Suddenly, it exclaimed, “Gryffindor!”

McGonagall removed the hat from my head, surprised.

“I didn’t know I was that courageous,” I muttered.

“There’s more to Gryffindors than just bravery and courage,” McGonagall responded, chuckled. “Congratulations.”

Silently, we left the room and made our way into the Great Hall. There was a huge group of young students standing at the far end of the room. Everyone had turned around and looked at McGonagall, but their eyes quickly latched onto me. I sighed and sat at the table I recognized was for Gryffindors.

“Got lucky, eh?”

I looked up and saw Harry with his friends across the table.

“Well that hat gave me an option, but I guess it didn’t work out,” I responded, in more of a sociable mood suddenly.

“Really? What’d it say?” Ron, who sat next to Harry, asked curiously.

“Something with an S...”

“Slytherin?” the two asked simultaneously.

I nodded slowly. “Is that bad...?”

“Depends on your perception of ‘bad’...” Harry started. He was cut off by a loud catcall from the other side of the hall. They glared at whichever group made the noise, and I turned around. A large group of guys were laughing as the noise continued between them. At the heart of it all was a guy with silver-blonde hair, his bangs practically millimeters above his pale grey eyes and framed a face paler than his hair.

“And that’s the worst it gets,” Harry finished.

“MR. MALFOY! DESIST OF THAT RACKET THIS INSTANT!” McGonagall yelled. Everyone was taken by total surprise, flinching in their seats and finally looking at something other than me.

“Malfoy...” the name sounded familiar to me.

“You know him?” the two in front of me asked, astonished. I turned back to them.

“Not personally, I just recognize the name...”

“Well, Malfoy is the worst it can get. That obnoxious, pompous ferret...”

“Ronald!” Hermione snapped, finally speaking from next to him. She elbowed him.

“Wha’? It’s true!”

“Just because it is, it doesn’t mean you have to say it every time he does something rude, obnoxious, annoying...”

“You’re right Hermione; Ron would run out of breath.”

Snickers made their way down the Gryffindor table. I looked over my shoulder and saw his piercing stare on me, unmoving and unwavering. He whispered to his friend next to him, his eyes still on me, perfectly unaware I could hear his words perfectly.

“She new?”

“I dunno,” a gangly, brown-haired Slytherin responded, shrugging. “Probably.” He looked at me as well, and I turned around.

“No idea who she is?” I heard Malfoy ask.

“No...” I could tell the guy wanted to ask why, but didn’t brave enough.

“Useless...”

“Why do you ask?”

I turned around to see this. Malfoy was glaring at the other guy.

“What...?” the guy asked dumbly.

“My mom knows her parents,” another guy next to him said. I looked at the guy next to him and tried to place him. Malfoy automatically turned to the guy, interested.

“Who are they, Avery?”

I started to remember now. I couldn’t remember his first name, but my parents used to be close with his. That was years ago, though.

“The Lyon family; pureblood, even her parents were in Slytherin.”

Oh yeah... I thought I recognized the name when the hat said it. It's been ages since my parents talked about Hogwarts, let alone their education.

Malfoy smirked, the expression reaching his eyes. “What’s her name?”

Avery appeared to be in thought.

“Something with a D... Dee...”

My eyes blazed angrily at the nickname.

“Deena... Deeya... Dean... Deanne! Deanne Lyon,” he finally said.

I could almost imagine the satisfaction seeping from Draco’s eyes. I sighed inwardly and tuned out his conversation, focusing on the one before me. It was barely even the first day and I knew that this would be a long year.

Okay that was extremely cool. And I think I have a kind of inkling of what this girl is but I won't give it away. I loved it again.

PAMS
Mel
xoxo

:gasp: I knew it!!! I was so right in guessing...:evil: I read the first book of that particular series, so...:whistle:

Haha...Malfoy's chiseled features...wasn't thinking about that...I was thinking of some other cute blonde guy not from the Potter series...:evil:

cool chapter! poor Neville...LoL...what about your diet? :lmao: haha, I'd respond to that, but I'm afraid that would involve ruining the secret...xD

You might think this chapter is pointless, but you never know if it has relevance... ;) I’m double posting as a result :lol:
Enjoy!

Chapter 3
Ron’s Dream

The sound of creaking echoing down the corridors brought me back to reality. My attention snapped up and I saw Ron; he looked half-dead!

“Good morning...?” I asked. Over the past few days he and the rest of the trio have become at least acquaintances. They’re better than Malfoy, who has been trying to force himself onto me. I honestly preferred to be alone, but acquainted friends are better than nothing.

“Mor’in...” Ron muttered in response, dragging his feet across the floorboards, which squeaked and creaked in complaint at him not bothering to pick his feet up. “Wha’ time’s’t?”

“It’s 5am. What’re you doing up?”

“Cou’ ask you de same,” Ron responded as he dropped onto the couch across from me.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I responded with a shrug.

“You dun soun’ tired...”

“I suppose that explains why I’m not sleeping,” I responded flatly. “What’re you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep eider...”

“You sure look like it,” I drawled sarcastically. Big, black bags stood out on Ron’s blanched skin, his eyelids open barely halfway. It was a shock he could see me!

“Yeah, yeah... I jus’ kept ‘avin nightmares...”

“Isn’t it a little soon to be seeing spiders?” I responded, smiling. I couldn’t tell if Ron had rolled his eyes or if it was just a twitch.

“No... kept seein’... death. ‘Orrible death...”

I frowned in thought. “Like, dead bodies or...”

“Someone lookin’ over ‘em, like dey did it. No marks, nuthin’, dey just dead.”

“Who was looking over them?” I asked curiously, putting my book down absentmindedly. The book clattered to the floor, pages flipping as it flew opened. Ron winced at the sudden, loud noise.

“Dunno, face too dark. One part d’oh... person wazn’t dead... bravery yet fear in ‘is eyes. Dark eyes... suddenly went red...” he shivered, nearly falling from the couch in the process.

“Girl or guy?”

“Beau’ful girl... so unfortunate.”

“Have you tried to get more sleep? Push the thoughts away and close your eyes?” I suggested, hoping Ron would at least get some shut-eye before having to wake up in 2 and a half hours.

“When I try ta close m’eyes, I see ‘em... red eyes, fear, pale, dark figure looming...”

“Was this figure a man or woman?” I asked curiously, pulling my legs up into the chair and curling up on the lone recliner. Ron just shrugged. Before I could speak another word, he fell onto his side, his head making a loud bang as it connected with the armrest, and was snoring before he could even groan.
I thought about what I was just told. Shrugging it off, I reached over the couch, grabbed my book, and started reading again.



A groan broke through the common room. Looking up from my book, I saw Ron sitting up, rubbing the side of his head with a grimace. The bags under his eyes had barely lightened over the past hour and a bit.

“Wha... why’re ya in the boys’ dorms? Merlin, who brough’ all dis furniture in ‘ere...?”

“Ron, you’re in the common room,” I responded flatly. He looked around, a blank look in his eyes, and he finally seemed to understand what I had said.
“Wha’ ‘appened?”

“You came down here an hour ago and told me you had nightmares and fell asleep on the couch before I could speak anymore. You hit your head on the armrest, but you were too asleep to notice.”

“Holy... how could I not notice? Ow...” Ron groaned, still rubbing the area he had hit before.

“Do you want me to...?”

“No, Pomfrey’d ‘ave a fit. ‘Already, Ronald Weasley? You broke your leg last time; what’s next? Cracking your skull?’” he mimicked. I could only assume ‘Pomfrey’ was a healer here.

“Why’d you wake up? More nightmares?”

“Naw... sharp pain,” he responded. He then seemed to fit two and two together. “What’re you doin’ up? It’s barely 6am.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I repeated, my response sounding robotic.

“Ah...” without another word, Ron got up and stumbled to the staircase. As he disappeared around the bend, I heard a series of loud crashes and breaking noises, and then a weak voice calling, “I’m ok!”

and here's the other one.
More Malfoy... I had some fun with this one and some jokes retaining to this chapter.
Enjoy ;)
P.S: Remember I said I was keeping Snape in this... You see why.

Chapter 4
Potions Drama

I ran down the corridors and towards the Potions classroom door, determined to keep a regular running pace. As I turned a corner, someone came out of nowhere and collided into me. I flew backwards a few feet, my books and supplies flying every which way. Naturally, I swore under my breath.

“Nice...”

I looked up quickly and glared at the guy that collided into me. I scowled when I realized it was Malfoy; you’ve got to be kidding...

Within moments, his things were together, but to my own surprise, he was gathering my things as well. It took him a matter of seconds to perfectly pile my things and hold them out in front of me. I yanked the pile from his arms, glaring suspiciously.

“You’re welcome,” he drawled sarcastically.

He got up, and when I didn’t, he held down a hand. This gesture surprised me, but I got up by myself. I started to walk away, trying to go as fast as possible without running, but Malfoy managed to keep pace with me. I inhaled and his sweet scent hit me like a giant wrecking ball with a bulldozer, and I shivered. Never before had I noticed his scent... maybe he switched deodorants or something; I do have a sensitive nose after all.

“Cold?” he asked.

“No,” I responded flatly.

In a split-second of my response, the sound of a long, drawn-out bell rang through the dungeons and across the castle grounds. Automatically, I picked up into a run, Malfoy just a step ahead of me. He reached the classroom door first and opened it, letting me through first. Rolling my eyes, I passed through.

“Late again?” a dull, low voice rang through the room. I didn’t see anyone, but within seconds, a figure dressed in black came from behind a doorway.

“Really? I didn’t notice,” I snapped. The small class chuckled.

“SILENCE!”

Everyone became dead silent.

The first thing I saw when Professor Snape entered the room further was the light shining off of his greasy head.

“50 points from Gryffindor. If you’re late again, you’ll have detention all day.”
I grumbled under my breath and took a seat next to Hermione.

“Take a seat, Malfoy,” Snape snapped. We all turned around and saw Malfoy still standing in the middle of the room, appearing rather on edge.

“But Professor...”

“Take a seat, Malfoy,” Snape repeated, pronouncing each word with a snarl.

I then realized why Malfoy hadn’t sat down yet; the only open seat was the one directly behind Hermione and next to another Gryffindor. I joined in the snickering with Hermione.

“But...”

“SIT DOWN, FOR MERLIN’S SAKE!”

Malfoy practically jumped into his seat, but he sat as far away from the table as possible. When Snape turned around, Malfoy managed to get his cronies attention and mouth something that made them snicker.



“Before you all leave, there will be a seating plan since no one was silent this entire class.” Snape glared at Harry and Ron’s table as he spoke this; Ron’s ears went red. “And there will be no ‘trading’, moving, or any sort of switching, be it using the Polyjuice Potion.” Snape glared at Hermione when he spoke this. She had the nerve to glare back. “Or any other means of transformation. So, here it is.”

Everyone got moving to different tables that were conveniently located at far distance from the next inhabited one, to all of our disappointment. What made it worse was that it was done alphabetically.

“Hermione Granger, Ellen Hermes.”

“Good luck,” Hermione whispered to me as she got up and left. She sat down at a table on the far end.

“Deanne Lyon, Draco Malfoy.”

Everyone that was in Gryffindor and Slytherin gasped. Malfoy willingly went and sat down. I refused to budge; it was hard enough I had to sit in front of him, but now next to him...

“Ms. Lyon, get over here,” Snape snapped impatiently.

I scowled, crossed the room, and I grabbed my chair and moved it to the far end of the table and landed on it with a loud thud. That earned me a glare, and ‘Another 20 points from Gryffindor’. Damn the slime-ball, you’d think that since he is friends with my parents that he’d at least have some consideration for me. Can't he see past my Gryffindor badge? Or is he too shallow?

Ha! Did I honestly just realize that?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malfoy edging his chair closer to my end of the table. I turned to look at him, glaring. “Get back.”

He just smirked and kept getting closer.

“Have you heard the story of Raphael Nequam?” I asked, making my tone sickly sweet.

“Some guy in St. Mungo’s,” Malfoy responded dismissively, still edging closer.

“He was in a full body cast for half a year.”

“But what about...?” Malfoy cut himself off once he realized what I implied. He sat still, refusing to move back.

“Malfoy...”

“Do your worst,” he whispered, smirking.

I scowled and pushed him. He flew off his chair and landed on the floor with a sickening thump. He then slid across the floor a few inches, stopping millimetres in front of our cauldron.

“Geez, Malfoy, you’d think someone that’s played Quidditch wouldn’t have balance issues,” I said loudly. Malfoy groaned, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he rolled onto his side.

“This is like our 2nd year Quidditch match all over again,” Harry commented from across the room. The Gryffindors burst into laughter.

“For goodness sake, get up, Malfoy!” Snape snapped. “10 points from Gryffindor.”

“It’s our fault that Malfoy can’t balance?” I responded meekly.

“20 points,” Snape said, slamming his fist onto my table; I didn’t even flinch.

The bell rang across the grounds. Before Snape could remind us of our assignment, everyone except for Malfoy was out of the classroom.

LOL!

Nicccccce :D Loved it, and I posted on "Losing the Memories" if you wanna check 'er out :D

Love
.;Adrienne:.

Thanks for tellin' meh, Adge! I read and posted xD

Things finally get interesting... I did my best to keep this chapter as dark as possible without it being too weird.
Who knows, you might grow to like Cody...
And along with getting to know Cody, you might realize Deanne's choices aren't as easy to make ;)
Enjoy :)
P.S: I am aware that I used at least one characteristic from Twilight (the eyes). You’ll see what I mean :shifty:

Chapter 5
Cody

That evening, I walked around the grounds with Harry shortly, but continued alone. People still wandered around, mostly couples that enjoyed to be alone under the moon by the Black Lake. I gagged at the thought, but that might be because I’m not ‘taken’. Whatever.

Lighting my wand, I wandered along the edge of the forest and on the shoreline, just inches away from the lapping water. I heard movement behind me and spun around. There was nothing. Sighing, I turned around and continued down the beach, occasionally stopping to look around for the noise. I finally got too weirded out and turned around to go back to the castle; it was getting late anyways.

As I walked back down the shoreline, I saw a human figure hiding in the shadows. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed me so fast I didn’t have time to blink. This person’s grip was tight; I couldn’t escape no matter how hard I struggled.

“Quit it!”

I stopped dead. That voice, I knew that voice...

“Cody?”

The figure emerged from the shadows. I recognized Cody’s pale features, shaped perfectly into a face any other human would think of as extremely beautiful. He stood a good half-head taller than me with a muscular build hidden under a button-down shirt and jeans. His eyes were black with golden flecks in them, framed by his dirty blonde hair. I knew why he was here; he wasn’t here just for me, and that alone worried me.

His teeth shone when he smiled. I rolled my eyes and tried to pull out of his grip.

“Not so fast,” he said, his smile now as soft as his tone while his other hand lay at the base of my throat, his thumb caressing just below my jaw line. I flinched at his touch, and grimaced at his tone – he knew full well it worked on me as much as it did on any other person... unfortunately.

“What do you want?” I snarled, growing irritated at ever move he made on me. “You’ve already made me resort to here; there are no more schools I can go to.”

He chuckled. “I’m not here to reveal your ‘secret’.” He said the word with such contempt, it startled me.

“Then why’re you here?” I snapped.

He gave me a hard look.

“Hungry?” I asked, smirking. “There are harmless muggles you could get easier. Why come here?”

“Muggles aren’t as fun. Besides, you’re here...”

“Why are you such a sadist?” I growled, cutting him off.

“You think I torment you and enjoy it?” he asked curiously, his darkening eyes glittering.

“You’ve pushed me this far across the continent,” I responded, smiling innocently.

“We could go farther if you like...”

“Don’t you dare,” I snarled, anger rising within me at a rapid pace. “I could’ve killed you many times, yet I spared you.”

“Why did you spare me, then?” Cody asked me, a new smile growing.

I glared at him, and when his other hand started to toy with my hair, I slapped it away. I kept my steady angry glare on him, hoping it would make him at least a tiny bit uncomfortable. On the contrary, he was rather relaxed. He was never relaxed, especially this far into his hunger...

“You can’t imagine harming me, can you?” he pressed, stepping closer. His face was now inches from mine.

I didn’t respond.

“You can never stop loving a vampire,” he whispered.

“Yes, you can,” I snapped back, whispering as well. “Watch me.”

Taking him off-guard, I made contact with his lips. After a few moments, just as he was getting into it, I pulled away and ran. The sensation of his cold mouth on mine lingered as I ran faster, adrenaline pushing me on. I hated him, I hated everything about him. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here, let alone who I am. I hated him...

Yet how come I can’t shake his sensations from me?

LOOOOOOOOOOOVE IT, dollface, simply fabulous ;)

Hey, chica, do you have a LiveJournal? I've been trying to get some more friends...

Love ya
.:ADrienne:.

Sorry it's taken so long to post but I've caught up now and I loved it again. I've read that series too and thought it was great.

PAMS
Mel

I used a joke from the Twilight series within the first few paragraphs. If you read the series, you’ll know it ;) And another term from Twilight, ‘coven’. It’s a group of vampires (which is rare since vampires are usually... independent, but whatever).

P.S: First few paragraphs are for all you guys that wanna know more about Cody. More is revealed later, but there's a fair bit here now. Well, enough I suppose :D
And honestly, if you haven't assumed this secret yet... (don't post it, I'm just saying in your mind :P).

Enjoy! xD I'll post tomorrow since I haven't posted in a few days and am too lazy to do all the paragraph spacing another time today.

Chapter 6
Draco’s Blood

I sat through my classes, absentmindedly doodling on a piece of parchment. Last night’s encounter with my old en... with someone from my past, really shook me. I could never evade him, and no matter what he would never leave me. Because of him, I’ve been switching schools, because of him... I’m different. Each school I’ve gone to, he’s followed me. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to survive living off of the occasional muggle, never anyone from school. Only once he made that mistake, but I couldn’t care less – I hated the girl he picked so it wasn’t much of a loss.

Back before things changed, we were in love. I’ve heard stories about how vampires find one human that has a more... appetizing scent, but I never imagined that vampires existed until he told me. He did well controlling himself, I must admit. But things got out of hand, and I tried to get away, something he said I should do (‘I’m too dangerous’ was his excuse. I knew he was), but I couldn’t keep him out of my mind. Before I could go and find him, he found me. He was different when he returned; he had called himself a vegetarian, a vampire that had chosen a path that involved animal blood, not human. When he found me, that changed. He left the coven he had lived with for decades; he said he had been unable to live with them anyways, since I left.

He was the only one that knew my secret. Because of that, he threatened to blackmail me using it. You can only guess what happened after we would have a big fight. I kept leaving countries to go to different schools, but every place I went to he would find me. He’s become a leech, and I don’t mean that ironically; he’d stick to me and not let go. He never got the hint; I don’t want him around, and I certainly don’t need him.

“Deanne?”

I ignored the voice, it sounded too much like Cody’s for my liking.

“Dee!”

I snapped my head towards the source of the whisper, as I assumed it was. I glared at Malfoy and snarled under my breath, “Don’t you dare call me that again.”

“Ms. Lyon?”

I looked up and saw Snape sneering.

“Yes?”

“Do you have your answer? Finally?”

The Slytherins, except for Malfoy, snickered.

“Might you repeat the question?”

“You have heard it three times. What is that muggles say...? ‘Third time’s the charm’?” Snape drawled.

“Not like I’d know,” I muttered.

“You don’t know the answer?” the corner of Snape’s mouth twitched as it grew into a cruel, cold smile.

I glared. “You asked me what the muggle saying it. My answer is I don’t know.”

“That is not the question I was referring to!” Snape snapped, his fist coming down onto the table. The Slytherins laughed.

“10 points from Gryffindor for sassing,” Snape added as he turned around.

I sighed inwardly, thankful he hadn’t bothered to ask whatever he had apparently asked three times... or was that the question? Argh, I’m so confused!

“If you mix your Sleeping Draught correctly, the colour should be silver and smell sweet, almost like the daydreaming Deanne.” Snape gave me a hard look as he said this. So that was the question...

I saw Harry roll his eyes at Snape’s use of alliteration.

“Your ingredients are on the table. Get working, you have until the last five minutes of class.”

Silently, I read through the page of instructions; I felt Malfoy’s eyes on me as I did this. Once I finished, I took a ginger root and started to reach for the knife, but before I could grab it, Malfoy took it, stole my ginger root, and started to dice it.

“I’m more than capable of...”

“You take too long,” Malfoy cut me off. I gapped.

“Excuse me? Someone that takes over an hour to get up after falling on the floor is badgering me about speed?”

Malfoy, still dicing, looked up at me and glared. He looked back down and started to move his hand from the knife, but it was too late; he managed to make a gash all the way from the middle of his hand down. Before I could inhale the scent, I covered my nose and mouth. My eyes fell upon the red pools that stained his pale hand, and I felt my body tense. Not now...

“For goodness sake, Malfoy, one would think a 17 year old boy could handle a small knife...” Snape waved his wand over Malfoy’s hand, and the gash disappeared. Snape summoned a tissue box and dropped it in front of Malfoy, and walked away. Malfoy took a bunch of tissues and started to wipe away the blood. Once he was done and all visible proof of blood was gone, he crumpled the tissues into a ball and threw them into the garbage. He then turned to look at me, probably ready to demand why I’m not doing anything, and saw what I was still doing.

“Are you ok?”

“You just sliced your hand open and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

“You look like you’re going to puke...”

“I can’t stand the smell of blood,” I responded.

Malfoy held his hand up and said, “There’s no more blood.”

I eyed the knife, which was tinted crimson. Malfoy rolled his eyes and cleaned off the knife and threw the ball of tissue into the garbage as well.

“Oh, come on...”

“I have a keen sense of smell,” I snapped defensively, my hand still over my mouth and nose.

“You honestly want me to wash my hand?”

“You never know where the knife has been!” I pointed out indignantly.

“What’s the problem now?”

Snape suddenly appeared in front of our table. I managed to make myself appear as if I was going to puke. “For Merlin’s sake...”

“That’s what I said!” Malfoy exclaimed.

“Take her to the hospital wing, Malfoy.”

“But...”

“I’ll understand if you don’t finish the potion. But you...” Snape turned to look at me. “Accidents happen; accept the fact blood can be spilt.”

“Professor, it honestly isn’t her fault...” Malfoy started to object for me.

“Take her to the hospital wing,” Snape repeated, pronouncing each word carefully.

Malfoy glared at Snape and pulled me out of my chair and led me out of the classroom. Once he slammed the door shut, he turned to me.

“What’s your problem?” he snapped.

“I told you!” I snapped back.

“That’s not it.”

“Can we please just...”

Malfoy sighed and started to drag me down the hall. I yanked out of his grip and took a step to the side so there were a few feet of space between us. We wound through the corridors silently and up flights of stairs. Within minutes, we were in the hospital wing.

“What happened?” Madam Pomfrey came out of her office. She looked at my green-tinted face, and then at Malfoy’s hand. She seemed to notice something was wrong with him, even if there was no sign of him ever having cut himself.

“Wash your hand,” she told him.

“Not until...”

“And what happened with her?” Pomfrey asked, looking at me.

“She started to get sick.”

“For no reason?”

“Because I cut myself. She claims she can’t stand blood.”

Malfoy was right, but at the same time he was very wrong...

“Wash your hand then.”

Malfoy headed down the hospital wing and through a door. Within minutes, he came back out, the scent of soap seeping through the fingers that still covered my nose and mouth. I slowly removed it from my face and inhaled slowly. There was no smell of his blood. I sighed thankfully and I managed to make the green on my face disappear.

“There. Why did you waste time coming up from your class to do this?”

“Snape told us,” Malfoy snapped. He stopped in front of me and asked, “You’re ok now?”

I nodded. He then pulled me out of the hospital wing and around the first corner. I once again yanked out of his grip. He reached out and took a gentle, yet firm, hold of my upper arm. I figured the reason he was doing this wasn’t just that he wanted to make sure I get back to class.

“I can walk myself.”

He ignored my comment and we ran down the flights of stairs until we found ourselves in the dungeon.

“Honestly...”

“No,” Malfoy said flatly, knowing what I was about to say.

“Really...”

“No.”

“But...”

“No!”

We made out way down the final hall and stopped feet in front of the classroom’s door. As I reached out to open the door, Malfoy grabbed my hand to stop me. I felt his body tense at the sudden coolness of my skin.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Well technically...”

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“Why’re you so cold?”

I looked back at Malfoy for a moment, contemplating him.

“In what way? Like cold as in how you are to everyone else or cold as in...”

“Like ice,” Malfoy practically breathed the word.

I was silent for a moment, suspiciously looking at Malfoy. I finally responded, “I can’t say.” Reaching for the door again, Malfoy stopped me. I turned to look at him, an irritated gleam held in my violet eyes.

“Why?”

“I’d have to kill you.” With that said, I managed to open the door and walk back into the Potions room, leaving Malfoy confused and stunned.

Ooh. Not good. I'd be scared if I were Draco. But that's just me :D

Loved it, you're doing great!
.:Adrienne:.

Not exactly... there's a bit more to it than that. It's never really said why but it's implied when more flashbacks and histories/pasts are revealed ;)

glad you liked the update :D

I burst out laughing at one of the lines I used...
(all small stuff is ramble - don't have to read if you don't wanna)
it was a line that one guy in my 8th grade class (way back when now), would say constantly, whether it’s about homework or just something in-class, NEVER about money (‘that’s cheap’). What made it funnier was his voice was all crackly and such because he was 14 (you should know what I mean), so it’d be like... ‘tHAt’s CHeaP’ (caps being where his voice squeaked). It was hilarious... that’s the best I can describe it online.
I miss Kevin...
Anyways, here’s an update. Hope you enjoy :D
P.S: Ha, I just realized, I use the title of the story as a chapter title in this story, and the sequel has its current story title as a chapter title...

Chapter 7
Best Kept Secret

As the weeks passed, Malfoy and I finally managed to get over being tense around each other. When news of the first Hogsmeade trip circulated, he asked me to go with him. I think he took a blow to his ego when I said no, but I can’t be to sure, I had both Harry and Ron ask me within the hour, along with at least 3 others in Gryffindor I had begun to know. Everyone asked why, and I just said I don’t feel like going. Of course, this might’ve also been another blow to everyone’s ego when I said that, but it’s not like I know.

I was thankful that I hadn’t had any further encounters with Cody, but of course, I didn’t go out in the dark after that point. I sensed I was being watched whenever I was outside throughout the day, but I couldn’t care less about that. As long as he wasn’t harassing me in the ways he had before, both within this year and throughout the past 6 years at different schools, I was ok.

The days of September came to a close, and the rain assaulted us more than ever as the first Hogsmeade trip came around.



“Where’re you going?”

I turned around and saw Hermione jump onto the landing of the Common Room.

“Going to the library?” she asked. I was surprised that her tone was... surprised.

“You go there all the time; what’s wrong with it?”

“Is this honestly why you’re missing Hogsmeade?”

“No, I just don’t want to go.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to tell her why I really didn’t want to go.

“Do you even have permission to go from your parents...?”

“I do have permission,” was all I responded. She didn’t know I about my family; they nearly disinherited me when they found out I was put into Gryffindor. I told them that I was told I’d do well in Slytherin, but I said no. I also added I was at least friends with Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin (I emphasized that clearly). What really made them accept this was me saying that I had become close friends with Harry and his friends. I knew this would make them accept me, they were more than happy the trio trusted me...

Or did they really?

“Then why not come?”

“Hermione, please, just trust me when I say it’d be best if I didn’t go.”

Hermione sighed, seeming to give up.

“Ok...” she sounded disappointed, but didn’t press the matter further. She then sat down on the couch, and within minutes was alongside Ron and Harry. All three left the common room silently.

The rest of the hour passed with people leaving. By the time it hit 11am, everyone that wanted to go to Hogsmeade was gone. When I knew of this, I left the common room and headed to the library to do some research.

“What are you looking for, cold one?”

I didn’t even jump when I heard Malfoy’s voice in my ear. I turned to my right and took a tiny step to my opposite side – he was inches from my face.

“Nothing in particular,” I responded casually, pushing three books back into place.

“Interesting subject,” Malfoy replied just as casually.

I shrugged absentmindedly and saw a book titled ‘Vampires: Myth or Fact?’. Without thinking, I pulled it out. When I remembered Malfoy was next to me, I pushed it back in quickly and pulled out a book under it, hoping it would distract him. Unfortunately, it didn’t. He pulled out the book and looked at the cover; it showed two people, one in the hands of the other. It was obvious who the vampire was out of the two.

“Vampires? We’re not studying that in DADA.”

“I know,” I responded. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “Is it a sin to be curious about something outside of school curriculum? It’s unfortunate that they don’t teach about vampires, there are so many nowadays.”

“No there aren’t,” Malfoy contradicted, taken aback. “The census showed there are barely 30.”

“And when was that census done?” I asked pointedly, pulling out another book.

“1970 oh... that’s cheap!” Malfoy practically exclaimed.

“SH!” the library scolded as she walked by.

“Yeah, Draco, shut up!” I whispered. He glared at me mockingly.

“Why’re you so curious about vampires?” he asked me, his voice now just barely above a whisper. He followed me when I walked over to the next shelf.

“I know more than enough about werewolves...” I muttered, shaking my head.

“So, you dislike werewolves, can’t stand blood... do you sleep in a coffin?”

I chuckled. “That’s a myth, Draco.”

“How do you know? Are you a vampire?”

“I flipped through some of that ‘Vampire: Fact or Myth?’ book, that was a myth.”

“Ok, do you know a vampire and want to know more about the breed?”

I stopped dead. How did he know? Inwardly shaking it off, I reached out to grab a book, but Draco stopped me by grabbing my arm midway out.

“You do, don’t you?” he asked me, shocked.

“You’re crazy,” I responded simply. I yanked my arm away, surprising Draco with my force.

“Was that guy a vampire?”

I stopped dead once more and turned around to face Draco. “What?” I asked flatly.

“That guy, the one that pulled you into the forest over a month ago in the dark... he’s not a student here, how did he got on the grounds?”

“All wizards and magical creatures can see Hogwarts, dimwit,” I responded, chuckling. I then went serious. “Why were you out so late?”

“I could ask you the same,” Draco retorted pointedly. I glared. “Who was he?”

“Why do you care?”

“You ran from him... I think, either you went so fast I couldn’t see you or...”
I pulled Draco down the row and found a closet. Opening the door, I shoved him inside and followed, closing the door behind me. I pulled a light, and the brightness shone off of his silver-blond hair. He turned around and looked at me expectantly.

“Yes, he was a vampire. Unfortunately, he keeps following me.”

“I’m gonna take him out...” Draco muttered. I knew he didn’t expect me to hear him, because he was mouthing the words more than anything.

“No, don’t!” I said quickly. He looked at me, surprised.

“How did you...?”

“Your lips are easy to read,” I lied. For once, I thank Cody for something; he taught me how to lie well.

A smirk started to set onto Draco’s face.

“Don’t even think about it,” I whispered darkly, knowing what he was about to say. “You complain about my skin being cold, my lips are just the same.”

“It’d be worth it...”

“Shove off,” I snapped. “Do you have any more questions?”

“Yeah, what’s the guy’s name?”

“Cody.”

“How long have you known him?”

I had to think about this one, I couldn’t really tell him how long I knew Cody, he’d think I’m crazy. “Since I was 13.”

“Did he follow you here?”

“Yes.”

“Does he follow you everywhere?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Is it because of him that you’re here?”

I was taken aback; how does he know these things?

“Yes...”

“What can he do to make you leave?”

“Blackmail.”

“Your dark secret?”

My eyes clouded in rage.

“You know?” I growled. This time, Draco was taken aback.

“No, I just know there’s something you’re hiding.”

“What do you know?”

“Nothing other than what you told me, I swear.”

I didn’t trust him this time, but I didn’t bother to push it.

“And how did you come to meet him?” Draco asked curiously, changing the subject subtly.

“That’s a long story.”

“We have all day.”

“It’s not something I wish to share,” I rephrased curtly. Draco gave me a pouting look. “No.”

He grumbled incoherently, but then asked, “What is this secret...?”

I was out the closet door before he could finish the question.

“Deanne!” he called.

“SH!”

“Her fault,” I heard him snap back at the librarian. He caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “Is he the only one that knows?”

I didn’t respond. For all I knew, he’d go to Cody and ask, and my leech would tell him. Maybe Cody will kill him because he’s there. Actually, that’s not a bad idea...

I shook off the thoughts of how Cody would kill Draco if that were to happen.

“So he’s the only one?”

“No,” I responded, shrugging.

“Who else knows?”

“No one you’d care about,” I snapped back.

“Does it have anything to do with...?”

“Look, just trust me when I say I can’t tell you,” I cut him off. “I already told you if I did tell you, I’d have to kill you.”

“Wasn’t that a joke?” Draco asked, surprised.

“Why would I joke about that?” I pointed out.

An awkward silence started to grow between us.

“I’ve been rejected just because of what you want to know. I just want to survive at a school longer than a year where I’m not ignored, or if noticed bullied, because of it. That’s why I’m not telling anyone now. It’s best kept secret,” I finally said, sighing inwardly. “So can we please just... drop the subject?”

“Fine,” Draco responded, sighing dramatically as he finally let go of my shoulder.

“Drama queen,” I muttered.

“Hey!”

I stole his smirk and walked away. As I went back to the book shelves, I wondered about how he would’ve reacted if actually told him my secret.

Excellent post the best by far.

PAMS
Mel

Finally updating :lol:
More of Cody ;) But, of course, much more to come of him. I personally like him more in this story than the sequel, but that's cause he's more mysterious and not much is known :D Kinda like Edward... better when he was less known and mysterious, once you really know him he's not as cool as you thought (that's what I think about him that is).
So yeah, ENJOY!
Believe me, title does say it all...

Chapter 8
Harry?

That evening, I was daring enough to go out. I don’t know why, but I actually felt like talking to someone that... seemed to understand slightly. Of course, that feeling will wash away as soon as I look into the onyx eyes of the predator.

The sky was still barely alight, the clouds and sky a shade of pink. With this light, I dared to venture into a small woods that I learned led to another ‘lake’ – it was more of a pond than anything.

“Decided to come back?” the male voice slid through the trees and into my ears.

I looked around, but I couldn’t see Cody. I didn’t like the thought of him stalking me; it was too eerie, especially with the darkness closing in. Turning back again, I kept my pace as I neared the excuse of a lake. I stopped inches from the shoreline, and I inhaled, the smell of salt water tickling my nose. Along with this scent was the familiar aroma of sweet flowers. I wasn’t sure if that was coming from me or Cody, honestly.

“Who’s with you?”

I inhaled again and realized what he was talking about. I recognized the spicy scent of Harry. That’s weird, what’s he doing here?

“Harry?” I called. Suddenly, a black-haired head poked around from behind a tree on the side of the ‘lake’ adjacent to me.

“Who are you?” he called. I knew he was asking Cody.

A gust of wind blew by me; Cody was running. He stopped in front of a stunned Harry.

“Your worst nightmare,” I heard him growl.

“Don’t kill him!” I snapped.

Cody looked over his shoulder at me; his eyes were pure black. He hadn’t ‘eaten’ in awhile, and that alone worried me. He turned back and seemed to be looking at Harry.

“Who are you?” he snarled.

“H-H-Harry P-Potter,” he stuttered in response. “And what’s your name?”

“What’s it to you?” Cody responded as he backed up a matter of feet, distancing himself so he would be able to keep Harry alive. He knew full well it was vital that Harry was kept alive.

“I’d like to know who’s threatening me...”

“Harry, shut up. Angering the beast won’t do any good.”

That comment was always an eye-roller for Cody. Thankfully he never got insulted by it, though... at least there’s some fun left in him.

“Beast? What are you, a werewolf? Full moon is tomorrow night,” Harry commented casually. I sighed and hit my hand to my head; what an idiot!

“Werewolf?” Cody growled. His voice got louder, still snarling. “You think I’m one of those dogs?”

Naturally, he’d be insulted. Werewolves are a vampire’s mortal enemy.

“What are you then?”

“He’s a vampire, you idiot!” I called. “Why’re you here?”

“Wondering what you were doing... why’re you associating with vampires?” Harry called back.

“Not like I have a choice...” I muttered.

Cody chuckled, hearing what I said clearly.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, his voice having gone to a growl. He stepped out from behind the tree finally.

“Nothing.”

“Harry, if you care for your life, you should get out of here,” I called out to him. He looked at me curiously.

“What makes you say that? I’m not dead yet.”

Classic Harry, he reacts more than he thinks of the consequences. He should learn to be proactive one of these days; maybe then he’d avoid these kinds of situations. Hell, what am I thinking? This is Harry!

“Do you realize how hungry Cody is?”

“So you’re name’s Cody, eh?”

I could imagine Cody’s eyes narrowing, the black of his irises blazing angrily.

“Harry, please...” I begged, hoping he’d hear me. Thankfully, he did.

“Fine. When you get back... I have to tell you something.” With that said, Harry trudged away. I watched him walk down the shoreline of the Black Lake and head towards the castle. As soon as entered the castle, Cody whipped around.

“You know Harry Potter?” he asked curiously, slowly making his way back to me.

“Yeah, so?”

“This could solve our problem! We could use you to lure him to the Dark Lord...”

I was shaking my head before he even made it halfway through his sentence. Cody stopped in front of me, placing his hand softly on my cheek. It had been so long since he’d touched me so carefully, the way he used to before I left. Despite how much I hated to admit it... I missed it. Damn it! He was making me vulnerable.

“Why?” he breathed the word.

“I would never forgive myself. Besides, he doesn’t deserve to die.”

Cody looked at me questioningly. I could tell he thought I was crazy.

“I’m not like my parents exactly... it’s not like he chose to be who he is after all,” I pointed out.

“But he chose to fight the Dark Lord instead of following him; instead of fulfilling his destiny.”

“And what would that be? Death?” I retorted, my eyes narrowing. Cody smiled at my anger and laced his fingers into my hair, toying with it.

“You have your options with being his friend,” he said simply after a few moments. His eyes burned into mine and after a moment I looked away. “Think about them.”

He kissed my cheek and then left into the dark shadows of the forest. As I went in the opposite direction, I fought the urge to scream in frustration. Either he didn’t get it, or he really is a sadist!

sorry! i have no time to tell you how i like it, i don't have time to read it!! ill read it later!! but i know it's going to be good!
~Chelsea

ZOMG!!! PWNS CODY.

what? he is soo mysterious and he does remind me of Edward like Heather says!! *squees* and a mix of Draco's evil-ness too!:shifty:

nice chapter...now I'm curious as to what Harry wants to tell Deanne!

That...was...excellent!

That's all that needs to be said.

Mel

Well I’m not going to title it ‘My Story’ :D Sounds better this way.
Enjoy.
P.S: When Harry said ‘I want to tell you something’, it was more of a... well he wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want to say ‘we need to talk’ in front of Cody basically. Just so you guys know. They still talk of course, but it’s not Harry wanting to tell her something, more... wanting to know something ;)
P.P.S: Ha, been awhile since I've done this (the P.P.S business), but another thing relating to the chapter. When Deanne's all '"...until one night." I shivered at the memory', it's never truly explained what happened until the sequel. I actually had to change that paragraph before posting so it'd fit what I did in the sequel just hours ago. So don't ask what happened, cause it's not even in future chapters of this story :shifty:

Chapter 9
Deanne’s Story

I managed to make it back to the common room just as the hour hand hit 10pm. I walked as swiftly as possible, trying not to make too much noise.

“Dee?”

“Don’t call me that,” I snarled automatically. I spun to face the source of the noise and saw Harry leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. He was looking back at me, chuckling. Within moments, he became quiet and his expression became curious.

“How do you know him?”

It took me a mere moment to realize Harry was asking me about Cody.

“Not like I had much choice,” I muttered and looked down from Harry’s curious gaze and at the couch that stood close. Harry still heard my comment, though.

“What do you mean?”

I looked back up and said, “It’s a long story.”

“Unless you’re tired...”

I’m never tired.

“Well, no but...”

“Then we have time,” Harry cut in, smiling innocently. I was surprised at how captivating it was... almost like Cody’s. The close similarity slightly scared me.

“Sit down then,” I said, smiling back.

I could see emotion deep within his eyes, but I couldn’t place it. He did as I said, taking a seat on the soft chair next to the couch, and I sat half on the couch in the seat closest to him, half in the middle seat.

“What do you want to know?” I asked flatly.

“How do you know him?” Harry repeated.

Sighing, I figured where I should start my story, and what I should leave out.

“Ok, look, I’ve been to 3 different schools. I knew Cody since before then, but I didn’t know... who he was for awhile. I met him when I was nearly 14, first as friends. After a few weeks, things changed into a deeper relationship, but I didn’t know he was a vampire until one night...” I shivered at the memory, unable to continue.

“But don’t vampires...” Harry started to cut in.

“Stay the same age once they become a vampire? Not necessarily, they do age; otherwise there wouldn’t be old, grey-haired vampires around. They age at a very slow rate, but age none the less.”

“So how old was the vamp when that happened?”

“The same age he looks now.”

“17? Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“How old is he really?”

“Uh... now or back then?”

“Now,” Harry responded as if it was obvious. I rolled my eyes.

“He’s like, probably 90 by now. Not that old for a vampire; in his old coven his ‘father’ was 450 years old.”

Harry gapped.

“Anyways, do you know how vampires pick the ones they love?”

Harry shook his head.

“There will always be one person in the world at one point that has blood that smells much sweeter, a scent that’s more entrancing than the others. Half the time, vampires either accidentally kill the ones they love because they can’t control themselves in a certain situation, or they just bite them and their love becomes a vampire. All the rules...” I left my sentence hanging.

“Huh,” Harry said, sounding interested. “Anyways, your story?”

“Oh yeah. Anyways, so I was going to school and he wasn’t, so he’d often sneak into the grounds or live in the woods with creatures, something he obviously didn’t mind. Back then, he chose to live off of animals, not humans. He had more self-control that was constantly being perfected. He wanted to be like his father, a vampire that’s become a doctor and can handle a fair bit of blood without loosing control.”

“Did that change?” Harry asked suddenly. I gave him a warning look, and he was quiet.

“Something happened between us, and I ran. I couldn’t take being around him, so I... fled the country. It was always something he told me to do; ‘I’m too dangerous’, ‘too unpredictable’, etcetera. My parents and I got a home out there, but when I was at school, he just found me one day a few months later. He changed... he left his coven, and a coven is a group of vampires,” I explained before Harry could ask and interrupt me again. “And his... taste changed. He was no longer a ‘vegetarian’, an inside joke he shared with his family because of their meal choice. He became... evil. He then messed up so bad, I had to leave school for a short while and push him away. When I felt ready, I went back, but he kept finding me and when we’d have a big fight, he’d tell people what happened.”

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you,” I responded softly. Harry sighed, but didn’t push it thankfully.

“What happened next?”

“I kept switching schools; he pushed me across the continent as a result. I started in Switzerland with schooling, met him there... then I ran to France. After my family moved there and I started school, he found me; we had a fight, told my secret, family moved with me again to Spain. Same thing happened, and I went to Scotland. I survived two years there before anything happened, and now I’m here.

“Through it all, he’s managed to find me. It’s not like my family and I left any hints of where we were going; we’d just leave through Apparition, yet he’d find me. He never seemed to get that I want to be away from him. I mean, I’d leave for a few days at a time before ever leaving in the first place, and he always said the only thing that kept him pre-occupied was hunting, and when that got... boring, he’d attempt to track, something he never mastered. He said... he told me that his life is like the night’s sky; I’m a meteor that has flown in and lit up the sky, but then that meteor seemed to pass through the sky and leave it in total darkness, you know? And he’s left in the dark, and I felt the same way honestly, we always needed each other like... like a drug. It just seems I’ve gotten over my addiction, but he hasn’t.

“So now I’m here because of him, and he won’t leave me alone no matter what I say, do, or where I go. I always try my hardest not to fight with him enough to get him angry, but something always seems to happen and his threats become reality.”

“Why are you so big on keeping this secret?” Harry asked once he knew I was finished.

“People think differently of me,” I responded with a shrug. “As a result, I’m shunned. No one cares that I’m there...”

“Not everyone is like that,” Harry cut in with a warm smile.

“I’ll bet you that when you learn what it is, which I know will happen at one point despite how much I wish it wouldn’t, you’ll act like the others. I bet you’ll run and try to keep away.”

“I would never do that to you,” Harry said assertively.

I dropped it; sooner or later, he’d find out, and when that time comes, he will be like the others. He’ll be like the Slytherins and the way they treated him after they learned he wasn’t on their side... but worse.

OOOO!!!! very good very good. I think I know what her secret is but, im not sure. Fantastic job! The chapters keep getting better and better..I wonder if she'll fall for Harry or Malfoy and what about joining Voldy's side...hmm...lots of questions that need answers!! PAMS!!
~Chelsea

Ok, I was only putting off because I wanted to see if anyone else would post...
(EDIT: I do have the entire story done, so don't think I didn't wait because I was stuck on this chapter :))
I kinda made a bet with myself as a result. I won :lol:

Anyways, update... Here it is. It's short but I enjoyed writing this one; as you'll tell it was the result of boredom, but yes, it is kind of needed for later on (lead-up and all). Enjoy.
I had a whole story written about one line I used in the end, but I think I might've told it... and either way no one would read it because it's so long :D

P.S: Oh yeah, for all you that read Everything I'm Not... sorry about taking forever to post the sequel Let Me Go; I want to get a few chapters ahead and I'm kind of stuck on the end of chapter 2/beginning of chapter 3 (and I want to get ahead). Same story with the Hogwarts School Musical, but I'm stuck in chapter 1, so I have a more legitimate reason for that one. They'll be up soon, I promise!

Chapter 10
Library Prison Escape

A few days later, on the weekend, I was in the library with Hermione, a wall of books stacked between us. I had spent the last hour doing homework and last-second projects, but Hermione refused to let me go beyond the library doors. She had shockingly good eye-sight, too.

I heard movement and I turned to my left. Coming up to the table was Harry and Ron, both attempting to be quiet. When they saw I was looking, they put a finger to their lips and motioned for me to turn my head as if I hadn’t noticed. As soon as I did, Hermione looked up and over the book wall. I looked in the direction she was, and saw nothing. I tried hard not to chuckle; I could see them hiding behind the book shelf, pretending to pull books off. I turned my head back and put it back down, getting back to work. Hermione did the same.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Harry and Ron on the floor, crawling in the way you would when you’re trying to stay low beneath barbed wire barely a foot above your head. I stifled a chuckle and kept working. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my ankle. I pretended to drop my pencil and bent down to pick it up. Under the large table was Harry.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed.

“Rescuing you,” he mouthed back. “Ron and I saw your escape attempts.”

“And this is better?”

Harry just shrugged.

“Be ready to run once you get around the corner.”

Harry nodded. I folded my papers and stuck them in a pocket. I then got up and started to go around the corner.

“Where’re you going?”

I looked over my shoulder and saw a suspicious Hermione.

“Going to find another book on...”

“Last time you said that you tried to run.”

I rolled my eyes. I grabbed a pile of books and said, “I’m getting another book, but I’m putting these away.”

“If I see that you’ve...”

“Ok.” I then walked around the corner, the books in my arms piled higher than my head. Suddenly, half the pile was taken, and I saw Ron’s face.

“Thanks,” I sighed as I put the books on the floor.

“No problem. But speaking of problems, what’s with Hermione?” Ron whispered.

“She’s insane!” I whispered back. “I tried to make a break for it, but...”

“She stopped you with the Summoning Charm. That was rather funny actually; Harry and I got in trouble for rolling around on the floor though. Ginny’s no fun when she’s on prefect duty.”

I smiled. I heard someone coming up behind me, and then I saw that Harry stood next to me.

“Ready to go?” he whispered. We nodded and walked away casually. As we left the protection of the bookshelves, I heard another pair of feet behind me.

“Get ready to run,” I whispered. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Hermione jump behind a bookshelf.

Harry, Ron and I got past the library shelf and heard Hermione call (quietly), “Where’re you going?”

“Oh, you know, there’s always something else that’s fun to do outside of the library,” Ron responded.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Hermione pull out her wand.

“GO! GO! GO!” I yelled.

Harry and Ron jumped into a run, and I caught up after dodging a spell.

“NO RUNNING IN THE LIBRARY! AND BE QUIET!” the librarian yelled. We laughed at her hypocrisy and managed to make it out of the library without being hit by a spell.

“GET BACK HERE, DEE!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” I yelled back as I ran. “I FINISHED MY WORK ANYWAYS!”

“IT’S ALWAYS GOOD TO STUDY!” Hermione called back frantically.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Hermione stopped once she was 10 feet from the library doors. She sent out one more spell, and I ducked just in time. Turning back, I saw I was headed into a head-on collision with the wall.

“Oh crap...” I muttered, unable to stop.

My body hit the wall full-force, and I flew backwards. My head hit the stone floor, and my surroundings began to dissolve into a disarray of black.

then maybe she isn't a vampire :gasp::gasp:
*DUNDUNDDDUUUUHHHHH*

Trust me, you'll see. It's explained in one two-parter in the end of the story (this story is 20 chapters long so it won't be too long actually).

Awesome!

bleh, double post

Please PAMS!

ok I'm bored... and since no one else is commenting again I'm posting.
The title... I couldn't think of anything. 'Nough said ;)

Chapter 11
Everyone Around the Bed

“She’s moving...”

“Give her breathing room for Merlin’s sake!”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. One-inch-from-her-face!”

“Shut up.”

“What’re you even doing here, Malfoy?”

I groaned and heard movement. As my eyes opened, my head pounding as it was being hit by thousands of boulders. It took barely a moment for the sensation to go away, as if it was just a momentary headache.

“You ok?”

I looked to my left and saw Harry, Ron, Hermione... what was Draco doing here? Honestly, that boy...

“Yeah. What happened?” I asked as I rubbed my forehead. It felt as if it was swollen as big as a basketball, but it was receding quickly. I then realized I had actually had my eyes closed without faking. Man, I must’ve really jostled my brain around.

“You ran right into the wall,” Harry responded.

“And you flew back and landed on the floor... rather amusing if you think about it actually. You must’ve gone back at least 10 feet!” Ron added. Hermione whacked him over the head.

“That was some mighty escape attempt, I must say,” she said, smiling. “But that run-in... Merlin, you’d think there’d at least be a dent in the wall with the force you ran into it at!”

“Wasn’t there?” I asked flatly. When the four of them looked at me oddly, I added, “It felt like it absorbed me and shot me back, that’s all.”

“No, nothing. No dent or fallen bricks... no wait, there was a bit of an indentation... no wait, that was just a scratch or a body outline at the time. Whatever, apparently there was something but I didn’t see anything,” Hermione replied, shrugging simply.

I couldn’t help but be a bit surprised, but I hid it well.

“And this would’ve have happened if you let her go,” Draco snapped.

“Don’t go there again!” Hermione snapped back, glaring at him.

“You’ve always badgered me about telling the truth, but now that I am...”

“Shut up,” I cut in. “I feel fine, honestly. Get out of the way.”

“You just hit a stone wall and you’ve never felt better?” Ron asked, flabbergasted.

“Yes, actually.” I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I then stood up, wobbled on the spot momentarily, but the stretched. I looked at the four in front of me; they were gapping as if they’d just seen me come back from the dead.

“Ms. Lyon! Get back in that bed this instant!” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as she practically ran across the room.

“I feel fine,” I responded, shrugging.

“You just ran into a stone wall. There’s no way you could feel rejuvenated.”
I just shrugged in response. “Well I do.”

Madam Pomfrey sighed, and then huffed “You can go, but if you feel like... you ran into a wall, come back immediately.”

“I will,” I responded, adding a smile to calm the woman. It seemed to do the trick, and she walked away.

“Well, if you don’t mind I’m going to go get my...”

“Books so you can stick your nose back in them?” Draco finished. In the blink of an eye, Hermione’s wand was out and jabbed into his chest.

“Shut up and go,” she snarled. He smirked, and she raised her wand so it was at his throat, a rather considerable reach for her because he had to be at least 6 feet tall in comparison to her 5 foot 5 stature. He rolled his eyes and walked away. As soon as the door swung shut, Hermione spun around and looked at me.

“Do you honestly hang around him?” she asked me, sounding shocked.

“Not like I have much choice, he is my Potions partner, remember?”

“That’s in one class out of 6! There are no projects you have to do together,” Hermione pointed out. I looked at Harry and Ron, who were muttering to each other. They looked at me.

“What?” they asked simultaneously.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” I asked curiously.

“As soon as you said ‘Potions’ I zoned out,” Ron responded, shrugging. Harry nodded in agreement.

“You two are hopeless,” I muttered.

“You sound just like Mione!” Ron exclaimed. Hermione got up on her tip-toes and hit him over the head again. She then huffed away, slamming the door shut.

“What’d I say...?” Ron grumbled as he rubbed his twice hit head.

Harry rolled his eyes and then looked at me, asking, “Why do you hang around the ferret?”

“He’s interesting enough,” I responded simply. Harry and Ron scoffed simultaneously.

“He’s not all that bad anyways.”

Before I even finished, Ron had left the conversation. He slammed the door, accenting my comment dramatically.

“That’s just like saying that vampire isn’t that bad,” Harry muttered. I glared at him.

“Never compare Cody to Draco!” I yelled. I then walked away, using all my self-control to resist killing Harry myself.

“Wha... they’re both evil!”

“No they’re not!” I yelled back. I then slammed the hospital wing door and stormed away. As I turned the corner, a hand grabbed my arm. I jumped out of the grip, knowing it was Draco without even needing to look.

“What’d Potter say?” he asked automatically.

“Nothing.”

He gave me a skeptical look.

“Nothing you need to know,” I rephrased. I then started to walk away, but was stopped once more.

“I’m not deaf – I heard what you said. Well, screamed more so, but...”

I yanked away from Draco. Without even looking back, I said, “Not now.” Pulling out of his grip, I walked away, heading for the Great Hall.

Great! I love your story!

OOOOOOH, so sorry I haven't been here!

I can't WAIT for Last Christmas, it sounds fabulous, and I can't WAIT for more of this story *squee*

Love
.:Adrienne:.

Ok... well, I'm updating again.
And it has nothing to do with the fact it's 1:30am on a school night.
More specifically the middle of the school week but w/e. Stupid homework, stupid planning teacher for never being able to explain his stupid projects until practically two days before a whole freaking booklet is due... *grumbles*
Anyways, finished that and my paragraph for something else, so I feel like posting!! :D
Ha, it took me 10 minutes to place the word 'proud' in a sentence near the end of the chapter (I just added it and was like 'crud, what's that word...' and kept trying to remember by using the thesaurus on MS Word... finally got a result)

Ha, I’m on twilight-use rampage... except this time I used a line Eclipse.
Enjoy the update =)
So far unnamed, as you can tell. Might seem like just another pointless chapter, but it does have to contribute somewhat ;)

Chapter 12

Things had fallen back to normal as another few weeks went by. Snow covered the ground with its soft, light fluff constantly. I really wished Cody would just freeze to death, but his skin is already colder than the snow... the idea nagged my mind constantly when I was bored; seeing him shivering, slowly dying of hypothermia, begging for heat, pleading for his life.

In my daydreams.



I was walking alone, heading towards the owlery. I might as well let my parents know I’m not going to be home for Christmas, after all, apparently the more time I spend with ‘the trio’, the more they will trust me. They didn’t get I wasn’t planning on getting them killed... or at least helping with that.
As I passed through part of the woods, I heard screaming. I quickly made my way to the source of the noise and saw a male 3rd year writhing on the ground. And I smelled blood.

Covering my nose and mouth, I got near the boy and saw a small bite mark on his arm.

“IT BURNS!” he continually yelled, sobbing. “SAVE ME! IT BURNS!”

Cody will regret this.

Taking in a deep breath from my mouth, I picked the boy up and didn’t breathe in. I then ran to the castle and quickly made my way around and up a flight of stairs. It was uncomfortable not to breathe, but I could deal without oxygen if I really needed to.

Turning my back to the door, I pushed it open and walked inside, cringing at the noise the boy kept making.

“What’s going on?” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as she ran out of her office.

“I found him like this in the forest,” I said calmly, still not breathing.

Madam Pomfrey took him from my arms and took him down to an open bed. She looked at the wound, holding his arm as he thrashed around.

“He’s been bitten,” I heard her breathe. She turned around and asked me, “When did you find him?”

“Minutes ago, not even five,” I responded.

“Was anyone else around?”

“No.” I couldn’t consider that a lie exactly. Technically Cody wasn’t around, but he was somewhere out there, probably rejoicing that he had hunted a wizard, and a young one at that. He always told me wizard blood tasted better. When I asked why, he said it was the magic; it tasted sweet.

“Can you find Professor McGonagall for me?” Madam Pomfrey asked. I nodded, and left running. As soon as the door was closed, I was able to breathe normally. I managed to find the gargoyle that would bring me to the office.

“Uh... animagus?”

I didn’t think this would work, but it did. I jumped onto the stairs, slowly revolving up to the office. It stopped in front of a wooden door. I knocked.

“This isn’t...”

“There’s a big problem!” I called through the door. Suddenly, the wood in front of me disappeared in a flash as it was flung open. I jogged through and stopped in the centre of the room.

“What?” McGonagall asked me.

“A boy... 3rd year. He was... bitten.”

I saw McGonagall’s normally passive expression was taken over by fury in an instant.

“Another vampire followed me here to Hogwarts. He’s known to take a liking to wizard blood,” I explained quickly, knowing what she was thinking before she could ask.

McGonagall sighed.

“Madam Pomfrey needs you,” I finally said. Before I could say another word, McGonagall was out the door and going down the stairs, leaving them in place so I would be able to get out. I just stood dumbly, thinking of how I could kill Cody. It’s hard to kill vampires, because they’re immortal (despite how it’s known that they can age really slowly. They can look like withering old men and still be alive and kicking), but I’ll find a way...



Running back outside, I headed back to the section of the forest I had found the boy.

“Cody?” I called, keeping a normal, conversational tone that had no indications of what I wanted to do. He would hear me clearly enough; his hearing is excellent.

Within moments, I saw a figure emerge from behind the trees. Gold eyes met mine.

“Damn it, what’s your problem?” I yelled.

“I’m not the one yelling,” he responded simply. I glared.

“I’m not a murderer,” I snarled.

“So you don’t consider killing animals murder?” he asked, his voice still calm. I hate how he can be so calm, despite the situation.

“You used to kill animals, or with what you’re insinuating, should I say ‘murder animals’?” I retorted. “Out of all the people in the world you could’ve picked, you went after a student? He was barely 15!”

“Don’t you recall when you were 15?”

I gave him a venomous look and hissed. Even he recoiled at my fury, a very rare act. I felt rather proud of myself.

“Don’t turn this on me. I swear... were you trying to make it known you’re here?”

“You told the Headmistress, didn’t you?” he asked flatly.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” I pointed out.

“So she knows?”

“Yes. Some people are able to keep secrets,” I responded matter-oh-factly.

“I’m starting to wonder why I should keep secrets,” he threatened.

“It’s barely been three months. You can do better than that,” I snapped, glowering.

“It wouldn’t be my fault, would it?” he retorted, a smirk starting to form on his pale face.

As his smirk grew, I saw his eyes change from a gold colour to pale grey, his hair went silver-blonde... I shook off this feeling and came back to reality.

He took advantage of my silence. “I kept the kid alive at least. Don’t hate me for saving a life.”

I laughed. “You consider turning an innocent kid into a vampire ‘saving a life’? You said it isn’t much of a life.”

“You’d know, eh?”

Anger burned in my eyes once more. I then realized I had let him make me more vulnerable to attack.

“I hate you,” I snarled.

“Good, hate is a passionate emotion.”

“You’re hopeless,” I scoffed. Turning around, I stormed off; I couldn’t believe him sometimes, he can be so... no words can describe the fit of fury he put me in!

Thanks :) I'll change that now.
I knew it had to be the 2nd or 3rd book...

I was angry at him too :lol: I was all 'Come on, Jacob! Stop being so annoying! Grr...' and all. I actually don't mind him as much now, but I didn't like him at all before.

Glad you all liked the update.

:lol: I actually don't like Edward that much. I mean, he lies to Bella a lot and seems way overprotective.
I used to love him tho but after many conversations with my friend (who reads the books as well), I realized that he actually isn't as awesome as I thought.
Cody shall remain Edward, no worries :) Just in different ways obviously because he's not Edward exactly but yeah.

And yeah, I'll update in a few days I s'pose :P

This was so good!! I love it!!! PAMS!!! And who's Jacob and Edward...I'm confused...Just wondering lol..FANTASTIC JOB AS USUAL!!!!!!!!!!!~Chelsea

Lol. Yeah.
Same about Jacob, he really bugged me in the 2nd book but I felt kinda bad and sorry for him in the 3rd book.

Ok, I SOOOO did not mean to time it this way, but it's kinda perfect at the same time.
The next... 3 or so posts are Deanne's Christmas (there's more to it than that obviously, but the next few chapters are centred around the holiday). Man, it's kinda funny it worked out that way...
Anyways, here's an update.
Enjoy.

Chapter 13
A Talk with Cody

The next few weeks of November passed by, and the transition into December was simple enough. I suffered through classes, listening to Draco’s occasional comment in Potions and other classes he had been forced to sit next to me in. I swear, he can be nice enough but now he’s going over-the-top. He’s just like all the other guys that swooned over me; a blabbering idiot of a show-off, only he took it to the next level.

Throughout the weeks, Harry and Draco fought for my attention. I’ve never seen either of them so interested in class; they beat Hermione to the answers of questions, for Merlin’s sake! At one point, I found Draco had bought me a bracelet with a small, ruby heart charm along with a bouquet of roses. Little did he know how I felt about the fact it was a heart... I thought it was cute but I didn’t like what the heart symbolized other than love. It meant many things to me, but a heart meant nothing to me.

Harry gave me the courtesy of accompanying me on my first trip to Hogsmeade; I made it clear it was not a date. He showed me around, told me of his adventures in third year when he couldn’t enter Hogsmeade because of a threat that people believed would kill him; he was rather closed mouth about the threat itself though. What was it? Was it a person or a creature? And most of all, why was it believed his life was at stake?

Either way, Hogsmeade was more fun with him there.



The night before we were to leave for the ‘Headquarters’, as Harry called it, I managed to sneak out of the castle undetected. I swiftly made way to the forest, the only noises being movements of creatures within the forest. I followed the noises. They led me through the trails between the lifeless, white trees that shone in the moonlight. I was led to the lake I had been at months before when Harry met my worst nightmare. I saw the outline of a figure in the distance.

“Hello.”

I sighed. I now began to wonder why I really came out here.

The figure of Cody suddenly became perfectly clear as he swiftly ran from his location between the trees to the tree closest to the edge of the ice on the opposite end of the lake.

“Come here to kill me?” he asked. I knew he was joking, but it didn’t make me smile. I just looked into his still bright gold eyes, entranced and in deep thought.

“No,” I finally responded.

“To unleash buried anger?”

“No,” I repeated.

“I’m not sure if I believe you’re here just to see me,” he said, a playful smile on his face.

I didn’t understand the change in him. I hadn’t seen his truly light-hearted side in years; I missed it. maybe he knew that. Was he trying to get me back... again?

“Are you staying here over Christmas?”

“Where’re you going?” he pressed.

“That’s what I’m here to tell you... well not exactly, but don’t follow me to where I’m going,” I said, my tone hard. I saw a Malfoy smirk forming on his face.

“What makes you believe that I’d listen to that?”

I sighed. “Well other than it showing you’re a desperate loser, I won’t be afraid to destroy you.”

I heard him chuckle lightly, his smirk disappearing to nothing.

“It’s just two weeks. Can’t you live alone... or without annoying me, for that long?”

“Can you?”

The question took me by surprise. Cody took advantage of this, naturally.

“If you think about it, who’s the one that keeps coming out here?” he pointed out, smiling innocently.

“Who’s the one that’s followed me for years?” I snapped back. “It’s not my fault I come out here, I have reasons that aren’t ‘I have to see you’.”

“But they’re still there, aren’t they?” he countered, still smiling.

I opened my mouth to snap back, but I changed my mind. “Two weeks. If I see you anywhere near where I’m going, I swear...”

“Ok,” he cut in, shrugging. “Can you just do one thing though?”

I glared suspiciously. “What?”

“Smile.”

I was taken aback. Why the hell does he want me to smile?

“Why?”

“I just said I’m leaving you alone for two weeks and you can’t even smile at the thought?” he asked in overdramatic shock.

I couldn’t believe it; he actually got me and made me smile. Just when I thought I had figured him out, Cody would surprise me. But I swear, if he doesn't stay away from me during one of the best holidays of the year, I will search through books on the most successful ways to kill a vampire.