A blonde-haired, blue eyed beauty, who enchants the entire Hogwarts male population into falling to their feet before her petite frame.
She walks with the confidence of a well-rounded witch and an attitude that complements her persona. She knows that everyone she passes takes a second glance at her as she walks down the aisle towards the Gryffindor table to greet her friends.
After she is satisfied that she has been the focus of numerous conversations for the past 5 minutes she walks back the way she came to the Ravenclaw table, wiggling her hips to give the staring eyes a show. The males try to gain back their dignity by prying their eyes away from the girl, but they resemble moths to a flame and –much too some envious girlfriend's disappointment- remain focussed on the popular Hogwarts icon.
My name is Savannah Luca and no, that is not me that I just described. That, was one of my friends Beth.
Sure, she may put death stares on the female's faces and lust in the male's eyes but she can't help it, she's only Veela. Because of her 'condition' as we like to call it she gets all this added attention from everyone. I don't mind though, it means that I'm not thrust into the spotlight, everyone knows me as 'the Gryffindor Keeper' or 'Beth's friend'.
It's not that bad, honestly. It's actually quite cool really, I can focus on my studies, and get all the gossip (I don't particularly like to listen to it, but I do it to please Beth) because Beth always knows what's going on.
How she procures her information remains the stuff of legends, in the throws of passion, via blackmail and her personal forte, the invisibility charm.
But at the moment one certain blonde male has made a common appearance in her daily gossip rants. One certain blonde male who shares most of our Advanced Seventh Year classes. One certain blonde male who completes half of Hogwarts favourite male enigma.
As Beth continues to talk about this blonde male I become bored and drift into my own little land, only to be interrupted by Beth finishing her ranting with "earth to Savannah? Did you hear what I said? I said I'm a veela and I have come to the conclusion, after due consideration that Draco Malfoy is my mate." "WHAT!" I splutter after the words finally kick in, "are you sure?" Beth gives me a look as though I'm the crazy one, then a mischievous smile spreads across her face, this can only mean one of 3 things-that we are going to do something either a) reckless b)dangerous or c)something that could land us in detention.
I knew that look all too well. "There's only one way to find out!"
Before I could protest Beth had jumped off the common room couch dragging me behind her. Beth is one of the only non-Gryffindor's who know the password to the Gryffindor common room, I like to believe that it's because half of the males don't mind –and would actually love- if she came into their room.
Whilst I was having an internal battle with myself about whether I should go with her or not, I was being pulled towards the girls dorm, then to my bed where Beth proceeded to mutter a spell and open up the bottom draw of my cabinet which is where we hide all of the objects we use for our crazy ideas.
Once she had grabbed an extend-ear and a spells book she sprawled across the bed and flipped through the book to find an invisibility charm. Once we had practised and memorised to spell we quietly left the dorm and the common room and started on our way to the Slytherin Dungeons.
Draco's Point of View
"So, Bethany Delacour has really...blossomed these holidays hasn't she, Draco?" Draco snapped out of his daydream to look into the curious face of Vincent Crabbe who he realised had asked him a question.
"Yeah, I suppose" replied Draco nonchalantly, like he hadn't noticed the girl, when in fact every thought he possessed -besides how he was going to smuggle his broomstick out of the castle later that night-had been dedicated to the gregarious female.
Just as Draco was about to stand up a fast paced Blaise Zabini entered the common room and walked over to Draco to mutter something too him, 2 words which made him spring into life: "Pansy's coming."
As soon as Blaise had uttered the words, Draco was two paces down the stone clad floors of the Great Hall motioning for Blaise to follow, with no desire to stop any time soon. Down the twisting stairs, the mildew lining the walls and worn path on the floor ushered the Slytherin's to their private dorm so Pansy wouldn't be granted access.
"Merlin's undergarments, why must she make me run and hide? It's as though she can't get enough of me."
Meanwhile, in their fast paced exit they failed to realise the presence of two, very excited witches following their every move.
"Drake, pretty much the entire Hogwarts female population can't get enough of you." Replied Blaise sarcastically in his rich, Italian accent "Yeah, I know, but unfortunately the one person I do want to watch me has never even spoken to me. It feels as though I have no control over what my body wants either. Whenever she comes in a 5 foot radius of me, it's like my body sets on fire, it longs to be with her, my heart aches and I have to physically restrain myself from touching her." He said this last bit in a whisper so that Blaise had to strain to listen to what he said.
"Wow. I didn't know that anyone could have that affect on you Drake, she must be one special girl." Replied a quiet Blaise. "Yeah, she is."
Draco slunk into a chair, not bothering to meet the eye contact of his best friend, reaching for the Firewhisky and two glasses.
"If it makes you feel any better mate, the girl I like doesn't even know I exist." Replied an unhappy Blaise who followed Draco's motion and sat in the chair beside him, swirling around the amber liquid before taking a gulp.
After a couple of minutes of sulking Blaise remembered that Draco hadn't told him who the mystery woman was "So who is she then? The one girl in the entire school who can turn Draco Malfoy into a lovesick hippogriff?" Said Blaise sarcastically, though he quickly used his peripheral vision to make sure he hadn't upset him.
"I don't think you'd know her. She isn't in our house." Blaise wasn't convinced. "Drake, I know pretty much the entire population of Hogwarts, I may be quiet but I am quite observant." Said Blaise cocking his head to the side, his think mahogany hair falling across his face.
"She's in Ravenclaw, her name is Bethany Delacour" sighed Draco, giving up in defeat, he knew that Blaise would eventually get the name out of him.
He hung his head in shame. He knew that if his father were alive he would certainly disown him when he found out she wasn't a pureblood from Slytherin.
"Bethany Delacour? The Bethany Delacour? Famous for rendering classrooms full of males into drooling dimwits just by batting her eyelashes? Well, I certainly didn't see that one coming."
"She's clever, gorgeous, witty, and if I do recall she has quite the alliance with a certain Gryffindor Ke-" That's as far as Draco got before Blaise cut him off.
"She has a name Draco, its Savannah Luca and if I also recall correctly she is in most of our classes but you fail to notice her." Replied Blaise quickly.
"You seem a little, defensive Blaise, if I didn't know better I'd be as bold as to say that you even liked her."
"Is it really that obvious?" Questioned Blaise whose fingers massaged practised ellipses into his temples, before succumbing to another quaich of the sweetly forbidden liquid.