Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Percy Jackson or any of the associated characters... I did make a handful of background names up. GET A TISSUE.

So, I asked a few months ago for a Crossover Prompt... and recieved a few thousand, I have finally gotten around to almost finishing this one.

~Prompt: Draco Malfoy/Annabeth Chase (Daughter of Athena) [PERCY JACKSON]. "Watermelon" Love Relationship. 'Swimming, Picnic'.

ENJOY!

Strategy & Conquest

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Her eyes followed every skittish movement of her prey.

The target of her sudden curiosity and desire was timid, scared, and very obviously not in his element as he crashed through the woodlands… Not unlike a certain Son of Poseidon had been in his first Game of Capture the Flag… but this was different. Even from where she perched in a tree, the sensation of power emanated from the boy… no, teen, for he was her age also…

There came a cry, part-surprise, part-pain and a great rending cracking noise… the blonde teen had fallen through the old log the Campers of Half-Blood used for a bridge where the water was too deep, as he had tried to cross the stream without getting his…black bathrobe?... wet.

Splinters and shards of old tree trunk flew in all directions as the otherworldly teen fell through the air in slow-motion, a disoriented expression on his face…like he couldn't understand where he was, or what was happening…

Piercing blue eyes roved around and seemed to lock onto hers, though they were unfocused, and Annabeth gasped in his stead as the teen hit the water and disappeared. Without thought for herself, she leapt forwards, giving away her position to those of the Blue Team and yet not caring as she screamed, "Percy, help me!"

There was no hesitation in the manner Percy Jackson tossed aside his sword and turned, running parallel to her, the pair both dived into the water despite the dragging weight of their individual breastplates… Training had conditioned their muscles to perfection; there was little resistance from Annabeth when Percy used his powers to propel them forwards through the green-tinged water…though her heart was acting strangely, beating a little too fast, the pattern like pounding feet.

She frowned, but snaked out her hand to grab hold of the dark fabric that slowly undulated before them, like evil kelp… the Daughter of Athena only just managed not to snort, giggle or laugh, as she would inevitably drown. With the barest minimum of feeling about, she managed to grasp the blonde's wrist, Percy having hold of the other arm and they both made for the surface.

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It was amazing just how swiftly the gift of logic could be tossed aside in an emergency…

From the second they hauled the stranger onto the pebbled shoreline, and she had yelled at a nearby camper –Red Team, Blue Team, who cared anymore?- to run to Camp and find Chiron, for the boy was not breathing… her mind had drawn a blank on what to do.

Luckily, though, Percy had not yet lost his wits and was concentrating hard…

Small trickles of water seeped from the boy's robes and even more seemed to cascade from the pale lips, he must have swallowed half the river considering the amount puddling beneath his head… and then, he spluttered and flailed. Almost catching Percy across the right side of the face…that is, if she hadn't caught the cold, semi-dry wrist at the right instant.

"Hey…" she tried softly, "Hey, can you hear me? You're alright, I'm Annabeth Chase, no stop fighting me… you're safe, I promise." She said, rubbing the hand she held, like you would an ill child, trying to calm him until the pounding hoofbeats she could hear in the distance began to grow in volume.

Confused blue eyes shone through under the heavy lids, like…like the eyes of a Dreamer… His pale lips parted to emit a soft rasp that sounded like a strangled word, so Annabeth leant in closer, straining to hear his whispered, "Dr-Draco Malfoy…" before the eyes rolled back in his head and the lids once again closed.

"Well, that doesn't give us a lot of information, does it?" Percy said, looking down in confusion, then eyes snapping straight up to the newly-arrived Camp Trainer, the centaur Chiron. He looked down at the boy- uh, Draco, "What happened?" he demanded, a forehoof striking the ground decisively in his best 'Tell me or I'll Trample You' motion. Surprisingly, he was rather good at both non-verbal communication, and carrying out his threats… a frightening combination.

Annabeth's mouth opened to speak and he turned to her, but Percy broke in, "Said his name was Dragon-Mousetoad or something, we fished him out of the river… I managed to get the water out of his lungs, but Annabeth seems to think it's something more than that…"

There was a loud 'CLONK' as Chiron again drew attention to himself with the stamping of a hoof, "Enough, you two pick him up and give him to me, Percy, go get changed, Annabeth come with me… I have a feeling you can shed more light on this situation…" The pair scrambled to do as he said.

Within that pause, the centaur looked down to the blonde boy in his arms and hummed in his throat, thinking, "And so we find another of you in our woods… what reasoning be it this time?"

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Voices.

One soft, another gruff coming clearly to him, and all the rest in the background were like chattering squirrels, or whatever those damnable little fluffy and adorable creatures were that those Weasley Twins kept sneaking into the castle for their own amusement. The soft voice was female, and paused as he took a sharp intake of breath…

"Oh, Chiron, he's awake! Draco, Draco can you hear me? It's me, Annabeth, I pulled you from the Lake!" it said, as a third previously unheard voice interjected with a prideful, "Hey! I helped too!" which was shushed.

He opened his eyes to find the light of day too confronting, and shut them hastily again, hadn't it been dark before? No …no that wasn't right, where was he? What was going on? He thrashed as hands touched him, eyes flaring open in instinctive fear… "Get away from me!" he yelled, scooting backwards up the bed-arrangement he had been lying on… it looked more like a glorified stretcher, anyway.

His pounding heartbeat lessened slightly, and he fought the urge to sneer as he took in the sight of a centaur –albeit a very big one with an expression that could have given Professor Snape's disappointed frown a run for its money- and a pair of teenagers crowding around him.

The girl… her hair reminded him of Granger's, and the Boy's whole appearance –well with the exception of the armoured chest plate and lack of those dorky black-rimmed glasses- reminded him of Potter… things began to piece themselves together in his memory, like they were mismatched rags being sewn together to make a quilt.

Hogwarts… Battle… Fire… Potter and his friends… Screaming, so much Screaming and-… All the bodies… So many staring eyes!

He let out an undignified whimper and clutched at his temples as the images brought pain and remembrance, the agony of indecision, knowing they were doomed… The pounding of his heart as he had turned upon his own family to protect the younger students… Why? Because he'd seen the fear in their eyes as they had died, unprotected, at his fellow Death-Eater's hands…

And Draco had made a choice. He was no one's puppet…

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"Well young man, why have you ventured into this world…so far from your own?" came the officious voice of Chiron, startling both Percy and Annabeth out of their skins, for both had been caught staring at the boy crouched at the far end of the Infirmary bed, clutching his temples just below the blonde hair and moaning softly. Like he could hardly withstand whatever he saw behind those haunted blue eyes…

"Other… world?" Percy repeated slowly, an eyebrow raised incredulously… his words seeming to spark interest in this Draco character… as he unfurled to look directly at the Centaur, eyes flickering between the two campers as well.

"I…I don't remember a lot, this was… planned?" he seemed to be trying to convince himself of that, "There was some form of parchment, Professor McGonagall found it in the Sorting Hat just after uh, Voldemort-…" for some reason the words brought a look of sadness, "…just after he killed Professor Dumbledore. It said that if we ever were in grave need, to intone the incantation and help would come… and I don't know how I got here."

"Well young man, you've certainly had quite a trip… Professor Dumbledore is dead? How very unfortunate, I very much liked that man, quite an interesting person… How did he die, exactly? And am I to understand that Hogwarts has fallen for you to seek our aid?" Chiron asked, looking quite aggrieved; Dumbledore had been a close friend after…well, that last incident.

Annabeth was sharing the same confused expression as Percy, both frowning and lost in this sea of unfamiliar names and whatever this "Hogwarts" was…

The blonde's mouth opened and shut several times in quick succession, like he couldn't bring himself to say what had happened… until finally in a timid voice, he whispered hoarsely, "I failed to kill him… so Professor Snape did it for me…" At those words, Chiron reared angrily, "DeathEater! I should have known, but so young…Voldemort is truly scraping the bottom of the barrel if he sends mere children into battle!" Anger soothed quickly to concern as the boy drew up the blanket as if it would protect him, shaking… there was obviously more to this story…

"P-Please don't be angry with me… I had no choice… my family is-… My Family are Purebloods, forced to serve Voldemort… Well, my father and Aunt do it willingly, but I hated it. And I failed. I didn't… couldn't kill Dumbledore… so He –Lord Voldemort- was going to kill me instead; but then, Snape saved my worthless life by killing the Headmaster in my stead, and taking the punishment for disobeying the Dark Lord. Voldemort has taken Hogwarts, so many students are being hunted down and captured, Muggleborns are tortured, Half-bloods are no longer allowed to attend…

Only the Purebloods, or those who can prove there was a pureblood witch or wizard in their family before them. If they haven't got one, the Ministry -lead by that bitch Umbridge-, charges them with stealing a wand and sends them to Azkaban." Draco took a shaking breath. "And then… Harry Potter and his friends re-appeared, and all the students that were old enough or brave enough –mostly Gryffindors, handful of Hufflepuffs, and a few dozen Ravenclaws; there aren't many non-Slytherin students left- formed into a loose sort of army….and then Voldemort attacked, like he'd been waiting for the whole thing to start. Most of Slytherin was fighting for the Death Eaters, but a few –like me- couldn't take it anymore…and changed sides… I know a spell hit me… but the next thing I remember was a forest and water."

He was clearly exhausted with the effort of relaying such an important, emotional piece of news… and Chiron patted his shoulder gently, "Rest, Draco, you have done well to bring us this message, we will, of course, send aid. I shall rally the Campers to- oh, he's already asleep." Turning to go and do just that, the Centaur found his way blocked by Percy and Annabeth, arms folded across their chestplates in a manner that meant business, and perplexed but determined expressions on their faces.

"Explain…" said Percy.

"…Now." Finished Annabeth.

Chiron sighed, "What is it you wish to know…?"

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Archers loosed shots in perfect arches, all thudding into the targets with perfect precision; well, they should, Artemis had taken a rare trip to the Camp with her Archers to see how the Campers fared at the skill of Hunting… Okay, let's be honest, she'd bet her twin brother –Apollo- that she could find herself two new archers for her Hunt, by the end of the day. BUT, they had to be able to shoot the wings off of a fly…at forty yards.

Chiron ducked as the next row of girls loosed their bows, the lowest grazing his head by a fraction, "Aim higher, ladies, thank you. As I was saying, Hogwarts is a School of Wi-…" he began, but Percy cut him off, "Wait… if he's not half-god, how the heck did he get in here? To the Camp?"

Refraining from rolling his eyes as it would be undignified, "Percy, if you would just let me finish my explanation, it would be exceptionally clear to you… Now, as I have tried to say four times already, Hogwarts is a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… Mr Malfoy would be a good example of a Wizard in his Seventh and Final Year at the School, we do not know why… but it is believed that an unnamed God or Goddess from this world put magic into his world a long time ago. It is closely mirrored to our own, just a few decades in the past… but theirs is a world divided, those with magic must hide it from everyday people or 'Muggles', as it has been for centuries. There are many things that reside in that world that we in ours, have never seen… and yet the same can be said of ours, I doubt they have ever dealt with a Minotaur." He let out a low chuckle. "Ah, but this tenuous connection between our world and theirs allows for any magical person, especially a student of the same age as the Campers, to enter the gates of Camp Half-Blood. Technically, they seem to have some form of God Blood in their veins… Magic… I will not pretend to understand it, it simply is."

Annabeth nodded, ducking a stray arrow as someone cried, "Sorry!"

"So…how do you know all this? It seems like you know a lot more than you're telling, Chiron…" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously, to which he barked out laughter, "Ah, just like your mother, such a sharp mind! But you are correct, for you see, this is neither the first…nor I wager, the last… Student of Hogwarts to venture to the Camp… Let me tell you of the time…"

His voice trailed away from earshot as the trio wandered further away from the rest of the Camp, down towards the Lake, so they may talk undisturbed by the new Capture the Flag game that was raging through the woods at that time…

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Bolting upright with a gasp, blue eyes wide with surprise, Draco reeled for a second… It took slightly longer than that for the world to fall back into place, to realise where he was, and when it did… he took a double take. Some half man, half-goat creature stood by his bed, offering a… cup of something glowing…

Oh no, Granger had once gotten him with a Shimmering Elixir during Potions when he was forcibly paired with her… Potter had not stopped making 'sparkling blood-sucker' jokes for weeks, until it wore off…

He glared at the…goat-man with suspicion.

Said goat-man sighed, "Okay, here we go," he took a deep breath and let fire, "My name's Grover, Protector First Class. I'm a Satyr, not a Goat-man. You're in Camp Half-Blood, no this isn't a Shimmering Elixir –so don't you go worrying about that, it's actually liquid Ambrosia and yes, Chiron –the big horsey dude- said you can drink it because you and all the other magic-y people have some strange form of God-something-or-other in your veins so it won't kill you." He panted for a moment after finishing.

Draco blinked, reaching out and taking the cup… "Thanks…?" he said, an inflection of confusion in his tone, the goat-man, uh, Satyr, flashed him a double thumbs up and walked –trotted?- off. This place was too weird…

He took a sip and felt warmth flooding through him, mind clearing instantly… and he had never felt magic like this before… instinctively, he groped into a pocket of his- wait, where the hell were his robes?

"Grover!" he called, it echoed in the semi-silent Infirmary, and the Satyr was again at the foot of his bed. "What's up, dude? Oh, bet you're wondering about the pyjamas… don't shoot me, but the only spare pair we could find in camp was a set from one of the younger campers, so yes…they are a bit small and double yes, there's Hello Kitty on it. She was kind enough to lend you that, so be grateful… We're having some new ones bought for you, but they won't get here till tonight and-…"

It took all of two seconds to process that information, stare down in horror and realised that yes, indeed, his PINK pyjamas were indeed infested with Hello Kitty faces; his father would most definitely NOT be hearing about this…

Then shook his head, "Give her my thanks, but I really need to know, where are my robes? There was something in them of great importance…" Now it was Grover's turn to blink, "Oh, you mean this stick thing? Sure… here you go… not sure WHY you'd want it, but I stopped one of the Aphrodite Campers from tossing it because nature was 'not IN right now', heh, those girls and fashion…"

Draco just about rocketed out of bed, snatching his wand back rather rudely out of desperate need to make sure it was real, and holding it firmly with both hands, "Oh thank- I mean, I am glad it's safe… you have no idea what would happen if it was broken or lost… I'd never get home."

"Your little magic stick that gives you power, I take it…?" the Satyr said, sitting down on the bed, tilting his head, Draco responded, "You…could say that… it's a Wand, all magical beings –witches and wizards- are born with magic in them… but the wand helps you focus the power. Like… I don't know, like a lightning rod… I suppose, helps you channel it into whatever you want… Some of the more powerful wizards out there could do magic without their wands, like…Professor Dumbledore, but not many others."

"So…what stops you from just getting another one if something happens to your wand?" asked the clearly confused satyr. Draco must have looked absolutely horrified at the notion, because Grover scooted backwards so fast he nearly fell off the bed, "Get ANOTHER one? Are you Mad?" he took a calming breath, "At age eleven, you get your wand, and I don't mean you go and get one off the shelf at some Muggle store, I mean, you go to Ollivander's in Diagon Alle- Nevermind, it's in my world. There are hundreds of wands there, all lengths, all woods, different cores, no two the exact same… You have to try a few, usually, before one chooses you…"

There was a pause.

"How do you know…if it chooses you?" Grover prodded.

"Oh, you know, if you stop exploding things… usually a spray of sparks comes out the end when you wave it… but as I was saying, it chooses you, your one wand. Sure, there are a few occasions where you are lucky to find another if yours breaks… but it's never quite the same, and I could never find one here if-…" he paused and listened intently, before his eyes went wide. "They didn't…" he groaned, "They did… I don't suppose you'd have my robes handy…?"

Grover shook his head apologetically.

"Ah well, then I shall have to go and surprise them…" and he slid out of bed, striding out the door for all to see… Grover trotting along behind with an air of excited anticipation and amusement.

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Annabeth started as the cry came once again, "DRAAAAAAACO! Where Are you?" Which was quickly followed by, "Show yourself you Slimy GIIIIIIIIIT! DRACO!" and then a female voice arguing with the owners of both those voices.

Crunching twigs heralded the arrival of others, someone was gasping heavily, the other two obviously encouraging them onwards… Her eyes flickered to Percy, then Chiron, both of whom nodded in silent agreement to her unasked question; and the three of them took off to go and see who or indeed what was making that dreadful racquet.

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Striding through the strange Camp was an interesting experience, the whole place was a cross between a Muggle Summer Camp, and an Army Base, teenagers of all ages wearing armour and generally trying to beat each other's brains out with swords… and- was that giant spikey thing a mace? Oh, he did NOT envy that girl's duelling partner…

"Nice Pyjamas…" some boy standing behind a forge sniggered. He was about to open his mouth to retort, when a GORGEOUS little girl who looked like an angel smiled brightly and said, "Thanks! They're mine, just so you know…" her eyes ran up and down his body like an x-ray [making him feel rather uncomfortable, like he was naked and being judged], before smiling and saying, "I KNEW that would suit you!"

Then giggled, and skipped off to join her… oh my god there were MORE of those gorgeous creatures? He mentally slapped himself, there were different laws in America… they were most certainly not legal… but if he could get them to Australia or England…fair game…

He was just about to mentally smack himself again, when Grover did it for him, "Oh no, I see what you be thinking in that devious little mind of yours… Just, no. You do NOT want to get on Aphrodite's bad side… and messing with her daughters –or her son? You would die…. Or be forced to fall in love with something ridiculous, like your reflection… or an apple or something… Heh, I'm sure there's babes at your school, right?"

He did not get a chance to answer as, stumbling from the woods was a VERY dishevelled looking trio he knew only too well, the ginger limping out front took one look at him and cried out happily, "There you are you ruddy git! We've looked everywhere… then McGonagall told us where she'd sent you… not sure why she'd send YOU of all people…but-…"

"RON!" cried the other two, Hermione leaning heavily on Harry, like her ankle would not support her weight; Weasley tried to grab her other arm, but she shoved him away, "You can barely walk on your own, how do you think you can help me?" he looked quite hurt, but slunk away silently. Draco felt he should be pleased, but couldn't bring about any emotion other than a strange relief that they were here…

Striding over, he grabbed Hermione, and picked her up… a little part of his mind was prodding him and pointing out that –as strong as he was- this should be impossible, but another part kept flashing him images of that little golden goblet he had drunk earlier… He rationalised this vitality and cheerful mood must have something to do with that 'Ambrosia' stuff and just went with it.

Galloping noises heralded the arrival of the centaur, Chiron, with Percy and Annabeth close at his heels….uh, hooves. It was just then that Weasley and Potter noticed his outfit, "Uh…nice, hah, pyjamas Draco…" Harry giggled, obviously exhausted and past filtering his words, or even caring what he said. All three of them wore a layer of grime unparalleled except by maybe coal miners…bruises still shone through, cuts and scratches, Ron looked out of it, broken, maybe and limping; Potter's right arm was hanging limply to his side and Hermione could barely walk and was rather unfocused, eyes roving unseeingly about the group.

Out of nowhere the same cute voice yelled, "Thank you, I designed it!"

Harry and Ron turned to look and nearly lost their jaws to the ground when they saw the gaggle of Aphrodite's children standing several yards away, all watching, the youngest looking exceptionally pleased with herself. "By Merlin, they can't be real…" Harry whispered, "Oh, but they are!" said Grover, which made both unprepared boys jump.

"Never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're alright, Malfoy… even if you are a bit of a git on occasion. And…thanks for saving Ginny from Yaxley…" Ron said, as Grover began his 'not a goat-man, but a Satyr' speech that had Hermione perk up and look on with interest. Draco blinked, "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, you could have said it with a little more enthusiasm on your face… I mean, who died?"

Draco knew he'd stepped too far as both Harry and Hermione winced.

Ron turned to him with blank eyes, no false mirth to be found any longer, "Fred. My brother… you know, one of the Twins… there was a fight… the curse was heading for George, but Fred threw himself in the way… George isn't talking, Lupin and Tonks are dead, so that Creevey kid, Colin was his name… the one with the camera… Mam won't stop crying. Oh, and she killed your aunt, by the way… you should have seen it…"

So, Aunt Bellatrix was dead, he shrugged not really feeling any remorse… she really was a crazy old witch who should have been 'taken care of' long ago…

"I'm sorry…" he said, and meant it, surprised at his remorse. "If I'd known I wouldn't have said that… did you destroy all the Horcruxes? Can we kill him yet…?" The Trio glanced at each other, "Not yet… there are still three we have to find… we know two of them, but the third… it's been lost in history for a long time. We think it's at Hogwarts."

Percy interjected, "That's a very fetching outfit Draco, any chance you can introduce us to your friends before they pass out?" At which point Malfoy started as he realised they were standing there watching on silently, and that he was absolutely correct, the others were deathly pale beneath the grime…

"Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age… Harry Potter, Chosen One and my sometimes enemy, and Ron Weasley…no one special." At the offended glance he got, a mischievous smirk grew, "Or should I say, 'Weasley is our King'?"

"If I could muster the energy to go for my wand, Draco, I would…" Ron snapped back, seemingly more amused than angry. To which the Slytherin prince muttered, "Promises, Promises… Weasley." Causing the redhead to splutter something awful and turn a light crimson… He smirked, "I kid, of course, he's the best Keeper Gryffindor has ever had since Oliver Wood…"

"Draco, either propose or find us somewhere to crawl into and die, if you please?" Harry sighed, a hint of mischief in his tone, "We had to come through to see if you were still whole… we saw you take at least half a dozen Stunning Spells to the chest, just before you went through the portal… McGonagall wanted to make sure you weren't dead. Given that you probably should be… must be this world… Well she shoved us through when the battle turned against us…"

"Probably. Well I'm not dead… we'll have a party for it later in the Slytherin Common Room…" he saw their sceptical glances and smiled, "What could possibly piss off Voldemort more than knowing his secret Common Rooms had been 'invaded' so brazenly… not unlike that time in First Year… did you really think I was that stupid? Your Polyjuice Potion wasn't strong enough to last the full hour… now if we could just find the Hufflepuff Common Room, we'd know everything…"

Hermione mumbled something about "Hogwarts: A History" before gasping and becoming dead weight, at which point Chiron motioned for Grover to take her from Draco… "Oh yes, Potter, Weasley, this is Percy Jackson and that's Annabeth Chase, their Demi-Gods or something, sorry I was kind of half out of it when you explained it all."

Ron mumbled something along the lines of, "I know what you mean…" and his legs collapsed out from under him, the redhead landing awkwardly on trembling hands and shaking knees; Potter saved gravity the trouble, and sat down. "Night!" he cried in Farewell, and toppled over backwards, out of it.

Unsure whom to help, Draco stood there, but Annabeth –always calm in a crisis he noticed…- casually strode over and methodically checked that Harry was indeed still among the living… She motioned Percy over, and between the two of them they lifted him up, carrying back to where the Apollo Campers were, given that several were currently running over with a stretcher.

Ron forced himself to his feet, swayed and fell onto Draco, who had moved over in this strange, new compulsion to help he felt almost everytime he saw someone in danger… so this was what being Good, -a Hero-, felt like?

He… could get used to it.

"I can make it, Malfoy… I don't need your help, I can do this…" he breathed harshly against Draco's ear… "Sure, you and what legs, Weasley? You don't have to prove anything here… let me help you…tell me, are ALL you Weasleys so ridiculously Stubborn when it comes to admitting you're hurt? If so, how exactly have you survived so long with those Twi- I mean, oh look , a double rainbow!"

Ron frowned and looked up, "Whe- Ah!" and fell over, stunned. Draco tried to tell himself it was for his own good… and quietly pocketed his wand, hoping no one saw that, might ruin his 'Hero' image…

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