Chapter 6: Sunny Delight
Harry's anger had cooled off a bit. "I hate Cho," he thought desperatel. "She might be beautiful, but I hate her!"
The were on the way to see Hagrid, and they saw someone they had never seen before. She had long hair so gold it was almost yellow and warm blue eyes. She had to be at least as pretty as Fleur had been. All the bouys in the courtyard's heads turned to follow her every graceful movement. "Ron! Harry! She's a veela!" Hermione snapped.
"No, she isn't! Just as beautiful as a goddess!" said Ron. Hermione promptly slapped them both on the face. "What was that for?" Ron scowled, a bruise reddening on his cheek.
"She's a veela!"
"Oh," Harry frowned. He'd had enough of them last year.
They passed Draco and the veela conversing by the gatge. "And I'm Summer. Summer Delight. But you can call me Sunny," they heard her say.
"And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy-- you've probably heard of our lot," he said, trying to impress her.
"Yes, indeed, I have! Your father has done such noble deeds! Remaining faithful and continuing to support Lord Voldemort, that is!" she said charmingly.
"What about me! I support Lord Voldemort!" Harry shouted, tapping Sunny on the shoulder.
"You? You're Harry Potter! You caused his DOWNFALL!" Draco accused.
"It was a move I deeply regret," Harry said sadly. "But now I support him." Harry tightly grasped Sunny's hand and kissed it.
Draco ran up to Sunny and boldly kissed her on the lips. Harry lunged toward him, wand in hand.
"Stupify!" Malfoy collapsed. It was only temporary, so when he got up he cast a jinx on Harry. Professor Snape wandered down the narrow gravel path and broke up the duel at the first sight of flames.
"Hello, madame," he said, bending over to kiss Sunny's cheek.
"Greetings, Professor Snape," Sunny purred richly.
"Call me Severus."
"Anything." Professor Snape kissed Sunny. It was a long kiss that made all of the boys turn green.
"She's mine!" Harry exclaimed.
"No," said Snape, "Not anymore." He kissed her again. "Come with me." Sunny and Snape walked back into the castle.
"Damn," said Draco, snapping his fingers. "That sucked!"
"Draco, are you out of your senses? She's a veela!" Harry cried.
"Are you?" Draco spat on the ground. "Why am I even asking? I know you are, you always have been."
"Draco, she just wants you for Voldemort!" Ron blurted out. "Oh, dear. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you shouldn't have." The tension in the air rose. "Because now I know you read the letters," Draco said cooly. He always remained so calm. It made Harry so envious.
"Well, Professor Snape's life is in danger," said Hermione. "And I'm willing to bet Voldemort send this 'Sunny' out to tempt him. And it seems to be working."
Draco frowned. "I know that.I need to get it across to my parents that I'm not doing Voldemort's task." He paused, pursing his lips. "You do know about it, don't you?"
Ron nodded. "Yes, we did read the letters. "
Draco's face lit up. "Hermione, can you help me draft a letter to my father?"
Hermione grinned. "Sure." So rather than going to Hagrid's hut, the foursome went to the library.
Hermione dicatated to Draco what to write and he wrote it on a SpellaSend sender's copy in his rather sloppy chicken scratch handwriting.
Dearest Father,
I cannot do Voldemort's work. It is no longer honorable for a wizard of my statute to be involved in such vulgar activities. Besides, I am trying to concentrate on my studies as we take our O.W.L.'s tests later this year.
Draco Malfoy
Draco grinned. "I never thought I'd do something like this!"
"Sendio!" said Hermions. The paper opened the nearest window and swished out.
Harry's anger had cooled off a bit. "I hate Cho," he thought desperatel. "She might be beautiful, but I hate her!"
The were on the way to see Hagrid, and they saw someone they had never seen before. She had long hair so gold it was almost yellow and warm blue eyes. She had to be at least as pretty as Fleur had been. All the bouys in the courtyard's heads turned to follow her every graceful movement. "Ron! Harry! She's a veela!" Hermione snapped.
"No, she isn't! Just as beautiful as a goddess!" said Ron. Hermione promptly slapped them both on the face. "What was that for?" Ron scowled, a bruise reddening on his cheek.
"She's a veela!"
"Oh," Harry frowned. He'd had enough of them last year.
They passed Draco and the veela conversing by the gatge. "And I'm Summer. Summer Delight. But you can call me Sunny," they heard her say.
"And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy-- you've probably heard of our lot," he said, trying to impress her.
"Yes, indeed, I have! Your father has done such noble deeds! Remaining faithful and continuing to support Lord Voldemort, that is!" she said charmingly.
"What about me! I support Lord Voldemort!" Harry shouted, tapping Sunny on the shoulder.
"You? You're Harry Potter! You caused his DOWNFALL!" Draco accused.
"It was a move I deeply regret," Harry said sadly. "But now I support him." Harry tightly grasped Sunny's hand and kissed it.
Draco ran up to Sunny and boldly kissed her on the lips. Harry lunged toward him, wand in hand.
"Stupify!" Malfoy collapsed. It was only temporary, so when he got up he cast a jinx on Harry. Professor Snape wandered down the narrow gravel path and broke up the duel at the first sight of flames.
"Hello, madame," he said, bending over to kiss Sunny's cheek.
"Greetings, Professor Snape," Sunny purred richly.
"Call me Severus."
"Anything." Professor Snape kissed Sunny. It was a long kiss that made all of the boys turn green.
"She's mine!" Harry exclaimed.
"No," said Snape, "Not anymore." He kissed her again. "Come with me." Sunny and Snape walked back into the castle.
"Damn," said Draco, snapping his fingers. "That sucked!"
"Draco, are you out of your senses? She's a veela!" Harry cried.
"Are you?" Draco spat on the ground. "Why am I even asking? I know you are, you always have been."
"Draco, she just wants you for Voldemort!" Ron blurted out. "Oh, dear. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you shouldn't have." The tension in the air rose. "Because now I know you read the letters," Draco said cooly. He always remained so calm. It made Harry so envious.
"Well, Professor Snape's life is in danger," said Hermione. "And I'm willing to bet Voldemort send this 'Sunny' out to tempt him. And it seems to be working."
Draco frowned. "I know that.I need to get it across to my parents that I'm not doing Voldemort's task." He paused, pursing his lips. "You do know about it, don't you?"
Ron nodded. "Yes, we did read the letters. "
Draco's face lit up. "Hermione, can you help me draft a letter to my father?"
Hermione grinned. "Sure." So rather than going to Hagrid's hut, the foursome went to the library.
Hermione dicatated to Draco what to write and he wrote it on a SpellaSend sender's copy in his rather sloppy chicken scratch handwriting.
Dearest Father,
I cannot do Voldemort's work. It is no longer honorable for a wizard of my statute to be involved in such vulgar activities. Besides, I am trying to concentrate on my studies as we take our O.W.L.'s tests later this year.
Draco Malfoy
Draco grinned. "I never thought I'd do something like this!"
"Sendio!" said Hermions. The paper opened the nearest window and swished out.