-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING

EXCEPT MELODY!-

The next week all that was talked about in the halls was my new 'look' and what happened in the Great Hall with Draco.

Additionally anytime that Draco entered a room I had to pretend he didn't exist or get mocked, rediculed, and stared at. I told Hermione, Harry and the twins that it was the power of the music had over me as a veela (Ron learned in extention as he still wasn't in the same room as Harry, if he could).

Soon it was old news to everyonee but the Slytherin's which was fine by me because they were easily ignorable. Also, now there was an easier distraction thanks to Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid, being himself, loved exploring exotic and dangerous creatures. So one day pulled me aside.

"'Ey, Mel?" he called. "Got a mo'?" I looked to the front of the class and he waved a gigantic hand over.

As the rest of the class made their way to the school I clambered to him as graceful as you could over un-even ground. "Wasup Hagrid?" I asked enthusastically.

"Well, see I was checkin' me marks, the other day," he started. "you've outstanding marks in me class." He beemed. "So I, was wo'nderin' if ya'd be keen for some extra credit 'assignment' if yer would, get some house points fer Gryffindor, yeh know?"

I felt all tingly, "Sure, Hagrid! I'd love to!" I felt extactic, what would I be handling! "When and where?"

He chuckled brightly, "I ha'en't e'en 'splained it, Mel-"

"But I love handdling animals, and they love me!" I complained.

He laughed, "I know," he said. "I'd like you to present a creature for me..."

I felt very confussed, almost dizzy from excitment and missunderstanding what he was trying to say.

"What creature?" I asked, bewildered.

"Well..." he said, in a want-to-change-the-subject-now voice. "I was hopin' ya'd help me present...er...veela to the class.."

I stood there, shocked. "But, Hagrid-I'm only half veela-in a sence. It's like having," I dropped my voice dangerously. "you as a giant."

He sighed, "I know, but I don't have an veela that are tamed or willing to leave the wild of their home."

I sighed, "Yeah, I'll do it..I'll just need a draught for my mermaid and vampire powers."

"No problem," he said. "I got one from ol' Severus earlier...was hoping we'd do it next class?" I nodded. "That works!"

"Thank you," he cried, giving me a bone crushing hug. "I was needin' someone who could control 'em Slytherin's wit' some Gryffindor sass."

"Oh, no..." I groaned. "Am I gonna' have to deal with them!"

He chuckled, "Oh, Merlin, no! Just need some help..." he got an idea. "Hey, per'aps ye could be me assitant professor?" I thought about his spontanuous idea. "Hmmm...I like it, authority over twits that can't listen worth squat and you'll get someone who can speak to them." I smiled. "Brilliant as ever, Hagrid."

The great lug smiled and blushed slightly as he got teary-eyed. "Gosh girl, yer gonna make me cry." I hugged him. "Sorry, but I've got classes."

"Yeah," he said thickly. "Ya run along now and think o' things ter tell the students 'bout veela."

The time between then and the next Care of Magical Creatures class dragged. I got slowly irritated. "I don't know why you're so extatic to go walk Blast-Ended Skrewts again." Hermione said, equally as irritatded. I laughed, they were so clueless.

Finally class wheeled about again. I told Hermione to tell Harry and Ron I wouldn't be at class. She looked overly confussed. But I didn't have time, I ran down to Hagrid's Hut at break-neck speed. I nocked on his door which he opened it quickly, letting me in before anyone saw me.

There wasn't anything special about the hut today but a large Hagrid sized flask on the table. " 'S perfectly safe." he explained. I sighed, "You know I trust him, right?" I didn't feel like saying my dad's name but Hagrid knew. "Yer one o' the few that do. Hurry."

I downed it, I didn't even taste it. Then I felt it starting to work as tingles spead though my body. Then I looked in Hagrid's cracked mirror. My hair was the shinnier, but longer like I'd never cut it. My eyes became silver and my body became tanner and I greater resembled the discription given of my mom. I also greatly resembled a 'surfer girl'. Hagrid then sighed, "Change, quick."

He left to circle around the house and take me out the back way. I took out my clothes from my bag and changed quickly into a tradtional 'Vella Court' Robe. It was a paled green, as though it was worn daily. It had no material at the waist, it swooped from under my breasts into just a thin strip down my belly button (which was very radical to show as a vella) and then waved out dangerously showing too much hip for humans. It then it flowed out from the embroiderly around the hips and ended at the knees. The material at the top was almost choped off from above my bust and was tied behind my neck.

I dropped my solar charm into my cleavage and left my bag behind, but not before tying some grass around my ankel and upper arm (it wouldn't move unless removed by me).

Hagrid brought me into the forest abit, "O'er there," he pointed out into the thicket. " 'ere's a clearnin'." he explained. "Hide in the brush on the fur'er part. I'll play on me flute to signal you out."

I ran as fast as I could towards the clearing. Thankful veela only sweat when they wanted to.

I spotted the high brush Hagrid had discribed and hit behind the tree next to it.

It was a couple minutes of silence before I heard the students making their way to the clearing. "A real treat," Hagrid was saying. "I promise she won' dissapoint."

I sat quietly. Then descided to let the grey ashwinder (more or less a fire snake) that inched by onto my body lay there.

"NOW!" Hagrid roared. "Keep it quiet or you'll upset her, and don't bee fooled by her apperance, she's deadly as she is beautiful." There was a silent pause. Then I heard the wonderful sound of Hagrid's wooden flute. It moved me effortlessly, I walked garcefuly into the clearing with the ashwinder coiling around me. There was a mutual gasp.

"This here!" said Hagrid proudly, removing the flute from his lips. "Is a veela."

The class was at the edge of the clearing, they stared, entranced.

"But," Hermione said. "Aren't you afraid of her controlling you Hagrid!"

I stared at her, "You doubt my loyalty...Hermione Granger." My voice almost like a song out of my own lips.

Everyone was quiet and Hermione let out a paralyized squeek.

"Yes," I announed, melodicly still. "Veela aren't stupid. I am good friends with the centaur of the forest. I know each and every one of you...I wouldn't wish to do such a thing to dear Rubeus, though." I adressed Hermione. "He's a loyal friend who has only asked this of me."

"Well," said Hagrid. "It seems you've gathered a friend, who is this around you?"

I lifted up the ashwinder, "This is my new friend, smokey." Hermione raised her hand again. "Yes, he is an ashwinder." Her hand stayed up.

"What is your question, then, Hermione Granger?" I asked Hermione

"What is your name?" she asked, sounding as though she were adressing a teacher.

I smiled, "Thank you for asking, my name is Harmony."

Her hand was up again. "Ask away, dear Hermione Granger. You have the floor until another raise their hand."

"Where do you live?" she quarried.

"Here," I said. "The whole of the forest is my home. I won't leave it often though."

"Why?"

"A veela is born immortal, we don't die until our mission is fufilled. My mission is protect this Forest and the grounds form mortal peril and distruction forevermore."

"So you won't die?"

"No," I said, sadly. "I am this forest gaurdian unless I can find a mate to bear a child with."

"Do you have live birth?"

"Yes, I have a whole child, breathing and all. No egg."

"Aren't male veela really rare?"

"Yes," I sighed. "It is common for my kind to go after a human if they cannot deal without a child."

"Do you want a child?"

I sighed, then nodded. "Yes, I want a child...I'm willing to wait forever. If the person whom I am to be with comes forth to my wilderness then I'm saved from this guarding."

Lavender raised her hand, "Yes, Lavender Brown?"

"Won't your child be upset that you left her to do your work?"

I chuckled, "No, veela can choose our future, whichever we choose though determines out death differently. There have been female's who've died with no offspring because they choose to prevent a development in their forest to early and died."

Pavarit raised her hand. "What do you mean by 'prevent a development'?"

I smiled, "Veela are born into the world to protect a speices of creature, animal, beast, plant or forest type."

Neville raised his hand, "I've heard you can speak to all types of animals, is that true?"

I nodded, "Yes, some of us have been confussed as parslemouths because of our mulit lingustics." I chuckled. "I'm surprised no one came looking for me two years back to see if I was the 'Heir of Slytherin'."

Harry and Ron shifted nervously on their feet.

Draco's hand went up, I'd dreaded this. "Yes, Draco Malfoy?"

He smirked, "What are you wearing?"

I smiled, as innapropreate as it could be turned it was immortant enough.

"Excellent question." he lookedd confussed as if he were thinking what the clothes are special? I nodded, "The robes I'm wearing are siggnificant, can anyone tell me why?"

Harry raised his hand. I chuckled, "Go for it Harry Potter."

"Is it ceremonial?"

I bit my lip, "Well..." Harry looked embarassed. "No, Harry Potter, you got it somewhat right. It's 'proper wear' to our council."

Sevral hands raised at once. But I saw Pavarti and Seamus' hands first.

"Pavarti Patil first, then Seamus Finnigan...If you will?"

"You have a council?"

I nodded, "'Rowan Council' he was one of the male veela's who turned from a gorry death which his coven triumphed but he wished for a child so he was exiled. He went to the North Sea where he met and married a mermaid named Melody-a long story." I saw Hermione stare over at Harry then Ron , who all had the same thought. "Melody and Rowan had a part-mermaid, part-veela offspring and created a place where she could stay. When she left to find a mate years after they made it a council hall after realizing we had to many problems and it would be better. So every year, heads of covens would entrust protection to another for a day and transport themselves on the shore where they'd debate which course of protection is best for their missions if they wish for offspring or not."

Pavarti nodded, eyes wide in wonder.

Seamus then asked his question, "I'm sorry if this is rude. But you said what you're wearing is 'proper wear' I don't see how this is 'proper'?"

I started laughing so much I was almost on the forest floor. "My dear, Seamus Finnigan, we have much lower standards." I wiped a perfect tear from my cheek. "It's 'radical' for us to show our belly buttons and upperbody-if female and-well" I gesutured to my private area. "here-to our supiriours or in our coven-we maybe a bit 'forgiving'-unless we are to protect that day. If we're to protect we could very well be stark naked."

Draco's hand reached up, "Why would you be naked?" he said with a sneer.

I smiled, wickedly. "To seduce our prey." His face went very white then slowly a tinge of pink, which made me smile even more. "See we don't eat meat, but we classify humans that we're preventing to sidetrack or missions of salvation our 'prey'."

"But what's the point of being naked to seduce humans if you can just kill them in the open?"

I laughed, "We lure the humans, who are always male into the forest. They'll see our silouettes, then we start to lull and enchant them into the dark of the forest." I smiled devilishly.

Hermione's hand shot up; "Is it possible for humans to control veela?"

I laughed, "Unbeleivably, yes."

"How?"

I smiled. "Music...the sound if intoxicating enough for our bodies could take us over."

"Does that happen with half-veela too?"

I felt a lump in my throat, but swallowed it. "Especially in them cus they could have different mixes of blood that could cause them to have a higher sensitivity."

Hermione had her hand up again, "I have a friend who says that she is susseptible to the music more-"

"What is her blood mixture?" I cut in.

"I-I don't know..."

"Find out, if she's an desendant of Melody and Rowan she'll be highly suseptiable, perhaps she'll even sing along with the music." I explained. "But bear in mind we have ways to prevent ourselves from driving others mad-"

"How?" she asked. "Where does the power come from?"

I sighed. Then sung from my diaphram my favourite song from Moulin Rouge; "Will drive you, will drive you,will drive you-MAD! Roooooxanne, you don't have to put on that red light. Walk the streets for money, you don't care if It's wrong or if it is right."

Everyone looked at one another checking if I'd controlled someone; "That is my regular singing voice. Our power only controls mindlessly if we don't control the voice itself. Where does vocal control come from when singing?" I asked.

Hermione answered, "From the diaphram?"

"Perciscley...look at my stomach when I sing again-I don't mind staring, I'm used to it-but you'll see it flexing." I then took a deep breath; "Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight. Roxanne,you don't have to sell your body to the night."

The bell rang distantly in the castle, Hagrid roared. "Class dismissed! One roll of parchment summary on what Harmony told us, today-and; NO, she won't be returning!"

The class slowly filed out off the clearing as a lay on the ground with Hagrid nearby.

"Just for that class, right?" I asked, looking at him.

He nodded, "Great answers there, Mel." he whispered.

"Thank you," I responded, "They're all true."

He smiled, "Ya did great." he then walked off to get my clothes. I lay still on the ground with my new pet smoky curlling around me, the smell of dead leaves calming me slowly.

"Mel?" came a small voice, full of worry. I frozze, someone had lingered behind. I ignored the voice, I right now wasn't me.

Then someone moved forward from the trees, Draco. "Mel?" he asked again. "Oh, please say something."

I sighed, "What do you want Draco?"

He looked me in the eyes. "If your not Melody..." he started. "Then you look very like a girl I know up at the school."

I chuckled, "Is she veela too?"

"I think so," he said, unsure. "She does seem like one-a veela, a mean."

I chuckled, "Do you love her?" I skirted slowly.

He blushed.

"I'm just making a speculation from the way you're talking about her."

He smiled, blushing even more. "She's wonderful...I'm not sure I love her, but it feels that way."

I felt myself go rigid, Draco likes me...HOW DO I HANDLE THIS!

"What do you think you should do?" I skired. "Tell her?'

He shook his head violently, "No, I'm not as brave as her. She's a gryffindor, they're very outspoken and couragous...I could never be." I felt distantly sad to his words. Then things went very silent, he looked akward.

"You should go," I said, gently. "You need to eat and I have nothing to feed you." I lied.

I got up and ran into the thickest of the forest as my potion wore off. I looked back as was my sight was re-granted.

I looked back, his eyes were very full. He was smiling, hopefully and still had rosy cheeks.

Draco Malfoy loves me...what do I do.