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Summary: Someone is playing a game... And the Scoobies get drawn in...

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Harry Potter > General > DramaKarenUFR1822,225021,46211 Jun 0511 Jun 05No

House of Cards

Title: House of Cards

Author: Karen U

E-mail: revivingophelia13@yahoo.com

Category: Harry Potter/BtVS

Pairings: Hermione/George, others undetermined.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are property of JK Rowling. BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon

Distribution: ask first

Rating: R

Spoilers: BtVS - post Chosen. Harry Potter - probably Order of the Phoenix, though I may be ignoring a certain major plot point from that book.

Summary: Someone is playing a game...

Notes: For Kyizi, because she likes the pairing

Prologue

The young man blinked sleepily, vaguely aware of the small, soft, and definitely female form pressed up against him and a dull throbbing in his head. A small frown on his face, he lay there quietly for a moment, trying to figure out exactly how it was that he had come to be in this position. His frown deepened as he realized that the ground beneath him was exactly that - the ground - and not a bed, and he flinched slightly as he sat up too quickly, a wave of dizziness nearly causing him to fall backward to the ground. Moving cautiously, he rose up on his elbows, squinting into the darkness that surrounded him, his gaze falling on the girl that was next to him. A girl that he most definitely recognized. She was, after all, his brother's best friend. Unfortunately, the girl laying beside him was the only thing he recognized, because he had no idea where he happened to be.

"This is very, very bad," he muttered to himself, carefully easing away from the girl, vaguely noting how very small she seemed. Truthfully, he'd never really given much notice to her size. She had a big, bold personality, and he supposed that kept him from thinking about just how small she was physically. Looking down at her now, he couldn't deny that she really was quite small. Very slim, and most likely not much above his shoulder in height. It was a surprising realization, though not so surprising as the realization that he was currently alone with her, and he had no idea where they were or how they had come to be here.

The girl groaned suddenly, discomfort evident in the sound as she moved, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She looked up at him for a long moment, and he found himself vaguely wondering if she were going to scream upon finding him looking down at her, but she instead studied him in silence for a long moment, then slowly started to rise to a sitting position, allowing him to help her as she swayed slightly, her hand coming to rest against her forehead. Apparently, her head wasn't feeling in top condition, either.

"George?" she muttered softly, and he found himself once again surprised by her uncanny ability to be able to tell him from his brother. Not even him mother was accurate a hundred percent of the time.

"Yeah, Hermione, it's me," George Weasley replied, getting a grip on her arm as she swayed once more, the young man frowning as he noted that his hand could easily encircle her upper arm. She really was a tiny little thing.

"Where are we?" Hermione Granger asked, squinting into the darkness, her eyes darting around as if she expected something to jump out at them. Not that George blamed her for feeling that way. He was rather concerned at what may be lurking out there as well.

"Not a bloody clue," the young man replied, beginning to stand up but taking his time with it, not wanting to lose his balance and fall. He rose to his knees first, blinking when his vision blurred a bit, then climbed to his feet, waiting for a minute to make sure he was steady before reaching down to help the slim girl to her feet. Hermione rose carefully, swaying a bit, having to lean against him for a moment before she found her balance. George reflexively put an arm around her when she swayed, bringing her closer to him, her soft hair brushing against his chin as he brought her nearer to him. She really did only come up to his shoulder; she was tiny. It was funny that he'd never really paid attention to that before.

Hermione stepped away from him slightly, though she did reach out to hold onto his arm, whether it was for balance or to reassure herself that she wasn't alone in some unknown place, he wasn't sure. She frowned as she looked around them, the girl clearly trying to figure out where they were, or at least get some clue that would help them figure it out.

"George?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember what happened?" she asked, her hand still clutching his arm as she turned to look up at him, and the older boy found himself struck by the fact that, despite everything the girl in front of him had been through in the past five years or so, she still looked so incredibly young and innocent. Well, she was still young, and he supposed that in a lot of ways she was probably still innocent, but still... She'd been through a lot more than a girl her age had any right to go through. Just about every bloody time Harry and Ron had gotten into trouble, she'd been along for the ride...

George frowned, trying to remember. "I... I'm not sure. Last thing I remember, we were at the Burrow, and you came out to tell me that Mum had called us in for dinner, and..."

"There was a sound, wasn't there? Like someone coming?" Hermione said quietly, taking a few more steps out into the darkness, her fingers curling into the material of the shirt he wore in an effort to retain contact with the only person that seemed to be anywhere around. "And then..."

"And then we woke up here," George said softly, walking with Hermione as she ventured out just a little further, and when the girl's hand trailed down his arm to find his hand, he entwined his fingers with hers without thought, giving it a comforting squeeze, though he wasn't sure if it was for her comfort or his own. Her hand felt very small in his, and he found himself feeling the odd inclination to protect her. He wasn't used to feeling protective to someone that wasn't family... Though there had been that one time when he'd wanted to beat the hell out of Malfoy for calling Hermione a Mudblood; he supposed that counted as protectiveness, too...

"George?" Hermione whispered suddenly, her eyes widening as she came to some sort of realization, turning her head to face him.

"What is it?" he asked, and as she spoke, he felt a sudden sinking feeling in his gut, even worse than the one he'd felt when he'd realized that he didn't know where they were.

"I don't have my wand."
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