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

EXCEPT MELODY!-

Hermione exploded at me at the end of the day, "WHERE WERE YOU!" she cried. "YOU MISSED THE BEST CLASS EVER!"

I sat down, "What happened?" I asked, and without hesitation she exploded into a long discrpitive story of Care of Magical Creatures class and how cool it was that Hagrid had found a tamed, but wild veela. She paced the common room, geasturing and figgiting. She finally took a deep breath and passed out on the couch "It was, fantastic...where were you...? You missed all the fun."

I smiled weakley, Hagrid had told me when I met him exiting the forest that I could tell them it was really me. I took a breath, "I'm not gonna lie," I told her. "It was me, I was 'Harmony'."

Ron stared in shock. Hermione had a look of triumph on her face. "I had a feeling it was weird that she spoke to us as equals, it's difficult to find veela's that aren't primadonna's."

I smiled. "So now you know...So I'm gonna keep Smokey." I said proudly. "Come forth, Smokey...they shan't judge."

Smokey wormed his way forward, Hermione leapt up onto her seat, Ron looked horrified. "Your not gonna keep him in the school are you?" he asked. "I mean it's in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them...they burn houses down!"

I sighed, "Ron, he's safe." I explained. "I can control him, and train him"

He sighed, still slightly frightened. "Well..fine, I'm not gonna say 'I told you so' when he burns the castle down then...that's Hermiones job."

I smiled. Happy for once, I then went to tell Harry I was the veela from class. I didn't tell him about Draco though. As much as I trusted him, I didn't want to myself so much now.

The months moved quick. Harry battled the Hungarian Horntail wonderfully, and now we were past the Christmas vacation-I didn't go to the Yule Ball, I stayed in the Astronamy Tower singing to the Weird Sisters songs.

I could see how wonderful it looked but as I sat gently in my sorrow I realized I choose this myself. Everyone had asked me, I descided I'd go solo because they only asked me because they thought I was hot. But then last minute I descided not to go, which was for the best-without a date guys would leave theirs to be mine.

Term restarted, Harry pondered his egg for days, he never let it go past the first 5 seconds of mermish to listen to the rest. It then hit me; I was the only one who could speak it. I then got up durring this epiphany and bolted to DADA class, which was my old class (I'd moved so fast in my classes I was now an assistant professor offically).

I stayed at the door, "Alastor?" I muttered outside of the door.

"Come in Melody." he called from within. I entered, Mad-Eye doing this had now lost it's apeal and was apart of the normal weirdness of his eye. "What is it?"

"It's about the Tournament, sir-"

"Come here then," he snarrled, before I could say more. "Get to the passage I assigned!" he snapped to the students, beaconing me to his desk at the front of the dark class. I reached him and huddled to him. He placed his left hand on my back, which felt cold to me, but I shook it off. "What is it, dear?" he murrmered.

"It's about the egg," I muttered, then switched over into mermish. "I understand why no one can translate it. It's 'cus it's in mermish."

He smiled, "I know," then hissed. "Don't tell Potter, I'll find some mean of telling him indirectly." I nodded in agreement.

The next day I lay in the common room, I wasn't needed for anything in classes for now and I was waiting for the results from my apperation test (yes, I'm the youngest to pertiscipate in it but I'm that advanced).

Neville came into the room, and sat down, looking very stressed. "Stupid..." he muttered. "I should've-"

"What is it Neville?" I asked soothingly. He jolted up. "Merlin, Melody...I didn't hear you come in."

I smiled, "You didn't see me when you came in smarty."

"Oh..." he said, going a little red. "I'm sorry...my mind's elsewhere...'

I smiled, soflty. "Where is it?"

He smiled tired looking, "Back in Herbology...I got things done early...but I'm sure I messed up on the page I wrote for last nights homework-"

"Neville...Your'e perfect in Herbology," I reasured. "It's nothing you need to worry over"

His face turned redder, "I'm not perfect..." he mumbled.

"Yes you are!" I snapped, then sighed. "Your perfect-perfectly normal..." I currled up, feeling a little uncomfortable now.

"I'm not," he said. "'Normal' for a pure-blood-"

"Just because you feel preasured is no excuse, Neville." I muttered.

He looked ashamed, "Oh, don't be that way..." I said. "Your better than me..." I murrmered.

"Than you!" he cried in shock. "What's wrong with you!"

I smiled gentley. "I'm not normal, or pure-blood...or half-blood...or even a muggle-born for that much."

He said, "But-but...how'd you get in to hogwarts then."

I smirked weakly. "My real dad, he may be a wizard, but my mom was a tri-breed, cus her mom was a hybrid and she married a wizard."

"So..." he treaded carefully. "What was your grandmother a mix of?'

I took a deep breath; "Part mermaid and part veela." He smiled, not at all shocked or fearful. This was new to me.

"There's more," I said. "I'm a vampire too." His eyes widdened a bit.

"That...oddly explains alot." he said, rather calmly.

"You do know that means I thrist for blood, right?" I treaded, myself.

He chuckled, "If you were to kill someone," he said, getting up to sit closer. "You'd have killed somone by now...I have faith in you."

I tossed my head back laughing, "I'm a vampire-the race that drinks blood, I'm veela-the race that mauls and burns loggers and land developers, and I'm a mermaid-the race that drowns sailors. And you aren't afraid of me?"

"No," he chuckled. "I'm afraid of Snape..."

I sighed, then descided on a wim what I was going to do; "My foster father and godfather is Snape." I said. He just stared, "No..." he breathed.

I nodded, "It's true...raised me since birth."

He was quiet. Then smiled, "Well I'm not scared of you."

"Why?"

"Because," he bit his lip. "Because you're beautiful."

I sighed, "There's the other problem, everyone only see's the veela in me-"

"Is that why you didn't come to the Yule Ball?"

I nodded, "And I was afraid of the music controlling me..."

He smiled, "It's really magical when you sing and dance, even without trying to control people..." I blushed a bit. "I don't have anything I'm good at."

I wanted to slap him, "Your good at Herbology and that's all by yourself. I'm good at things because of genetics and genetic mutations!"

He laughed, "You know, it's funny...you act as though I belong in Gry-"

"Don't even," I inturupted. "One thing Harmony didn't explain is that veela can see the future of themselves of others...I know you're gonna do something heroic that will make even your grandmother proud."

He smiled, "What drink a potion that gives me courage to slap Malfoy across the back of the head?" I couldn't help smiling a bit.

"No," I laughed. "Even better..."

He laughed, "Yeah, right!" It was then I realized how dangerously close we were. Our knees were touching, I wasn't even this close with the twins or Harry.

"I swear," I said. "It'll be totally unexpected. But brilliant." I smiled warmly.

"Okay, so you're beautiful inside and out!" he chuckled.

I rolled, my eyes, "Yeah, that's for sure." I said sarcasticlly.

He looked right in my eyes, "No, Mel. I'm serrious. You're a beautiful person inside and out." He put his hand on mine, which was on my knee.

Then the craziest thing happened, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, in a whisper.

I stopped, I let it sink in. He did say 'kiss', right? My skin felt electrified. I smiled, "Don't belong in Gryffindor," I said as he moved forward slightly. "Like hell!" I said, laughing a bit.

He kissed my lips, gently and soft as ever. Though not at all clumsily, like I'd imagine kissing him would've been like. He pulled me forward so I wasn't sitting akwardly, he was surprisingly stong for the way he looked.

I then pulled away, "This is not going to turn into a makeout session." I said sternly. "Too fast."

He smiled and blushed a bit. "Okay. Mel, would you go out with me?"

My eyes widdened, and I thought of how comfortable I was with him. "Yes!" I said, then started kissing him again. He smiled against my lips.

I don't know how long we were there embrassed. But my guess was all of class, because for a split second the portrait hole opened, then I heard shuffling and scambling and the door close.

I pulled away, putting my fingers to my lips. "People just came in...to us kissing." I whispered, blushing.

He laughed, "Did they get a good look?"

I shrugged. "Let's go somewhere else before we annoy people from taking up so much space."

He smiled, "Okay...so it is a makeout session?"

"Shh!" I hissed giggling at the joke.

God, I hoped I wouldn't be messing with people. Oddly I thought of Draco most when I thought of confussing or hurting someone. This wasn't gonna be easy.