Turth Be Told

Chapter One:
Who likes Ron anyway?

"Hermione, Ron, this is Samantha Riddle."

Ron drew in his breath sharply at the name, but Harry gave him a look that said 'Shut up or die.' Ron raised his eyebrows but said nothing. "She's in Gryffindor with us." Harry had a feeling that if Ron's eyebrows went up any further, they would disappear into his flaming red hair, so he pulled Ron aside. "What is it with you today, Ron?"

"Hello? Anyone home? A Riddle in Gryffindor?"

Hermione chimed in, "Yeah, that's almost as bad as Aaron Carter's CD. He sounds like a gir- no I'd say he sounds sorta like Michael Jackson, but that would be insulting the Jackson name!" When she had finished her ranting and raving, she noticed that both Harry and Ron were staring at her with looks of 'What-the-hell-are-you-talking-about' written all over their faces. "Oh, sorry, I forgot. It's a muggle thing. Don't worry about it."
The trio walked back over to the Gryffindor table, and Ron, for the first time, said something to Samantha. "Errr, a, um, hi!"

"Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people seem bright, that is until you hear them speak." She said with a sarcastic smile on her face.

It took ron a while to figure out that this was an insult. "Hey, wait a minute, that's not nice." He responded.

Hermione put her hand over her mouth to supress her laugh, but Harry didn't even bother.

"That's a good one," A voice said from down the table. "Hi, I'm Seamus Finnegan. I'm in sixth year."

"Oh really, so am I. Maybe we'll see each other around."

"Yeah sure." He flashed her a charming smile, and turned back to his meal.

"So, where are you from." Hermione recovered from her giggle attack. "I noticed your accent isn't British."

"Florida. Palm Beach County to be exact."

"Why'd you move here?" Harry wondered aloud.

"When I was fourteen, my father decided he wanted me to live with him. So I went to Durmstrang for fifth year. Then I decided that I wanted to come here."

"Oh, how interesting." Hermione gave Harry a look that clearly said 'it was because of her father.' And Harry nodded in response.

"Sometimes, but others I miss my friends from home."

"What about your mum, do you ever miss her?" Harry wondered aloud.

"She died when I was ten. And I didn't see her much before that."

"If you don't like the way we vote, then you should see the way we drive." Suddenly, everything was silent, and everyone was looking at Ron like he had just announced that he was gay. "What? I saw that on a bumper sticker when I went to Florida this past summer."

Harry still looked a bit confused. "And has anything to do with Samantha's mum dying because…"

"Well, I guess it doesn't, but she called me dumb!"

"And…"

"I was just, ya know, retaliating!"

Samantha muttered under her breath, "Someone's not the sharpest crayon in the box."

"What was that?"

Apparently, under her breath was still loud enough for Ron to hear.

"At least he has good hearing."

Harry tried to defend Ron, but that wasn't exactly what Ron had in mind.

" 'At least he has good hearing'? Come on Harry, is that the best you can do? You could've said… um,"

"Hold that thought. I'll be back in 15 minutes, you should have an idea by then, if I'm lucky."

Harry dodged the smack he knew was coming, then ran as fast as he could from an infuriated Ron.

"I was kidding! OW! KIDDING I TELL YOU! OUCH! DON'T HURT ME! OUCH!"

* * * * *

(Later in the dormitory)
"I know, you could say…. Wait, no that wouldn't work. Or maybe, hmm, no…"

"Give it UP Ron!" an extremely exasperated and annoyed Harry looked over at Ron. "It's 3:15 in the morning!"

Ron had been trying to come up with an alternative to what Harry had said since… well, since it had been said at 6:30 the previous evening. Needless to say, he hadn't gotten anywhere.

(Same time, in the girl's dormitory.)

"Samantha, where did you come up with all of those things that you said to Ron?" Hermione questioned late that evening. No, more like that morning.

"Well, first call me Sam, I like that better, and to answer your question, I read them on a list of Bumper Stickers and other sayings that a friend gave me a really long time ago."

"Cool."

Sam picked up a mirror that was lying on the bed that the two girls were sitting on. She performed a spell that levitated it. She did a once over, and then Un-levitated it.

"Sam, how are you so… naturally pretty?"

"Pretty, me? Uh, uh, no way."

"Sam, you know you are. Your hair is perfect," she fingered a lock of Sam's reddish-brown hair that was neither curly nor straight, but fell into perfect waves halfway down her back. "Your eyes too. And your face, you don't have to wear any make up to look like you do."

"Herm, you could look like what you just described."

"No way, I could never look like that."

"Okay, tomorrow, let me do your make up."

"All right, I guess." She shrugged. What harm could it do?

* * * * *

The next morning, Hermione and Sam woke up early for Hermione's makeover. Well, sort of.

Sam woke up early, and upon finding Hermione still asleep, she jumped onto the foot of Hermione's bed. Hermione awoke with a start and sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Ow."

Sam looked at her in mock surprise. "Oh sorry, was that your foot?"

Hermione leaped out of bed, trying to chase Sam, trying to chase Sam around the room, but not succeeding. (Remember, Sam just sat on her foot.)

"Well, hey, it got you up! You have to at least give me credit for that."

Hermione thought about that for a moment, then resumed her laborious effort of chasing Sam around the dormitory.

About three hours later, after much struggling, Sam had washed, conditioned, and blow-dried Hermione's hair, put lipstick and lip gloss on her mouth, put concealer and lush on her face, and put eye shadow, liquid eyeliner, mascara and lash gloss (a kind of clear mascara) on her eyes. She was wearing a short powder blue sundress with pale pink flowers that showed of her legs and 2-½ inch sandals. Hermione wasn't used to this mjuch make-up.

She looked in the mirror and saw someone completely different than she ever had. Just then, Parvati walked in. "Well, someone got done up today. Tryin' to impress Ron with all that make-up? Maybe you even bought a sexy swimsuit!"

"That's pretty funny coming from you, Malibu Barbie." Retorted Sam, defending her friend.

Suddenly Hermione spoke up. "Hey Barbie, if you don't like Sam, you can leave. No one's forcing you to stay. Why don't you just drive away in your little pink jeep to go find Ken or something?"

Parvati glared at them, and stalked out of the room, probably going to do what Hermione predicted.

Sam suddenly grabbed her own left arm, and closed her eys in pain.

"What's wrong?" Hermione inquired.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. I have to go. I'll b back soon." Sam muttered, as she rummaged through her trunk. After about a minute, she pulled out what looked to be white robes.

"Why do you need those?"

"No reason. I'll be back soon."

She ran out of the dorm in a mad dash. "Harry is there an easy way to get to Hogsmeade, other than going out of the front of the school?" She said when she saw him and Ron playing chess in the common room.

"Yeah, at the One Eyed Witch, tap it with your wand, and say Dissendium."

"OK, thanks, I'll be back soon."

* * * * *

"Samantha, very nice to see you."

Sam looked out into the circle of the other Death Eaters, and saw one that she had missed the most, then answered: "It is very nice to see you too father."

"Samantha, I have a new mission for you."

The Dark Lord motioned for her to come closer to his throne.

"Yes father?" She said as she kneeled in front of him.

"Samantha, you have done this for me before."

*Oh shit, he's going to ask me to sleep with someone again*

"I need you to have Harry Potter fall in love with you. I need him to be weakened so that he will fall."

She was stunned at her father's request, "What?"

"You will have him fall in love with you. No ifs, ands, or-"

"But father-"

"Or buts. Now get back to the school and start doing whatever it takes to make him yours."

"Yes father."

She stood and walked out of the room, her white robes trailing behind her. Why would he want me to do that? * She thought to herself, dimly aware of the fact that someone else was hearing every word said. *Oh yeah, I remember! To kill him. But why have me do it? Because I'm his daughter? Well, most fathers don't want their child to become a slut at such a young age. Most fathers don't want their daughter's like put in jeopardy either. I guess my dad isn't like most people. *

By the time she had finished thinking all of this, she was already outside of her father's house. She apparated back to Hogsmeade.

She walked back to Hog warts the long way, still thinking about the meeting she had just attended. Suddenly, She ran into Harry, literally, she crashed head long into him.

"Oh, hey Sam." Hermione came forward from behind Harry.

"Hi."

"What's with the costume? It's not Halloween yet." Ron snidely remarked after Sam had gotten up from her place on the ground.

Sam just then realized she was still in her robes. "Well, then why are you wearing a mask?"

She performed a quick spell that left her in a tight black mini skirt and red halter-top. Her auburn hair was down but was slightly curled at the ends.

She had heavy black eyeliner surrounding her eyes, and silver eyeshadow. On her lips was lipstick the same blood-red color of her shirt.

Harry and Ron were found speech-less by her beauty.

Sam smiled *Time to put plan A into action. * "Harry, your handsome mouth is open," she walked to him and whispered into his ear seductively, "Better close it before I'm forced to use my own methods to shut you up."

It looked as though he was contemplating whether or not he should close it.

"Well, you've given me no choice." She whispered again and went through with the threat, and kissed him.

He didn't respond at first, but after about a second, he started to return the kiss with the same passion.

"Okay, that's enough Sam, Sam, SAM!" Hermione called to her friend.

Harry and Sam finally broke apart, and as they did, they heard an ice-cold voice say, "Well, looks like Potter finally found someone to kiss him."

Sam spun around on her heel, and saw Draco Malfoy standing behind them. When he saw her, his facial expression changed completely.

"S-Sam, what are you doing here?"

"Draco, I wouldn't talk to someone who is as high in rank as I am like that."

"Why's that? And what rank?" Hermione put her nosiness to work.

"Just because." Sam looked to Draco, and his eyes glinted mischievously.

*I'll talk to you later. * She said to Draco, and he nodded once again, and turned to leave.

"What was that about?" Harry asked her.

"Nothing, nothing, just, don't worry about it. It's like, sort of an… inside joke…" *A joke. That was so far from the truth it almost was funny. * Thought Sam ironically.

"So, Harry, Sam, are you two officially going out?"

Sam and Harry exchanged looks, and then both nodded simutaneously.

"Excellent!" The three of four of them laughed, and headed back to the castle, Harry's arm around Sam's waste, and her head resting on his shoulder.

* * * * *

"Well, I'm full." Sam stood up and stretched about two hours later that night at dinner.

"You didn't eat anything." Ron pointed out.

"Ron, don't talk sensibly," Sam said after a sigh.

"Why?" He asked with a clue less look on his face.

"Because you aren't." *Draco, I'm leaving, follow me out and I'll meet you right outside the doors that lead out. *

*All right. * He replied with a nod.

She gave Harry a light peck on the cheek, and walked to the spot that she would be meeting Draco at, and sat down on a bench.

"Hey stranger," She heard a sweet voice say, and she looked up.

"Draco." She whispered and fell into his arms. For about ten minutes he led her and rubbed circles on her back, soothing her.

"What's wrong sweets?"

"Father." She replied with a sigh.

"Who is it this time?"

"Harry."

"Yeah, kinda figured that."

"I don't want to though."

"Then don't. Shh," He put his index finger over he soft lips, and slid himself onto the cool grass, bringing her down with him. "Don't think about it. Just… Look at the stars." He waved his arm across the sky, and then gave her a kiss full on the lips.

After they broke apart, and she'd relaxed a bit, he felt her fall asleep. Head nestled in the corner between his shoulder and neck. As he drifted off, he felt her warm, gentle breath on his pale neck.

* * * * *

"Hey, where were you?" Hermione asked Sam at around ten thirty that night.

"Nowhere." Sam said dreamily.

"Come on Sam. There has to be a reasonable explanation for you going outside after dinner, and then coming back four hours later."

"You've already won me over, in spite of me, Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet, and don't be surprised if I love you, for all that you are, I couldn't help it, it's all your fault!" Sam had a beautiful voice, and used it wisely.

"Why are you singing about 'Friends With Benefits?'"

"Because I have one." She kept humming as she rummaged through her trunk for her nightwear.

"Who?"

"Guess." She made her way to the bathroom.

"Please tell me you're not already sleeping with Harry." Hermione followed her, talking through the door.

"Not yet."

"You are a virgin, right?"

"No comment."

"Simple question."

"Yes, kind of, maybe, no," she opened the door, "not by a long shot."

"Well, sort of, just answer the question!"

"No, I'm not."

"You're not answering the question or you're not a virgin?"

"B." Sam replied simply.

"You're not a virgin!?"

"Nope, not since I was fourteen."

"That's young."

"So I've been told."

Hermione sat on the bed that Sam was also sitting on, "Why?" Hermione asked in a dead whisper.

"There was a bed a dude, and hormones, need I say more?"

"Sam, you know what I mean."

"Can I trust you?" Sam's face turned from a smile to expressionless in a matter of two seconds.

Hermione, stunned by the abrupt change, slowly said, "What do you mean?"

"Will you tell anyone?"

"No…" Hermione said slowly yet again.

"Harry included?"

"Yes, no, I don't know."

"Well, I trust you. Look, it's like… this either or situation. That was the either, and the or was… was… not good."

"So you did this on the pain of death"

"Basically."

"That's really bad. Who was threatening you with this?" Hermione said, making a futile attempt to keep her voice down.

"My father." Sam looked down ashamed and said after a pause.

"Sam! You have to tell someone!"

"NO!!" Sam's head shot up, "I can't, YOU can't! That would be really bad. My father would probably kill me."

"Sam," Hermione took Sam's left wrist, turned it over and pointed to the tattoo of a skull and a snake protruding from the mouth. There was a crown a top the skull, and it was covered with dark diamonds, that didn't shine, but glowed with a horrible light. "Is this who your father is?"

Sam nodded, not looking up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Hermione dropped Sam's wrist as though she'd been shocked.

"Don't lie Hermione, you did know."

"I did, you're right."

"Does Harry know? Please tell me the truth."

"I think that he's got an idea."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"We should get to sleep now." Hermione said after and awkward pause.

The girls had spent an hour discussing the whole thing, and it was about 11:00.

"Yeah, okay. 'Night 'Mione."

"Night Sam."

About ten minutes of lying in bed thinking about everything that Sam had just told her, Hermione realized that Sam could be faking the whole, "I like Harry" thing, not aware that two people could be reading her thoughts.

Hermione dismissed that thought telling her self that Sam would never do that. A lone figure smiled, and thought to herself, how wrong that poor girl was.