o I haven't updated this in so long –is sorry- I probably lost all my original readers. Oh well, I hope you liked it! I have another story to come that also includes Summer x).
An hour and a half later, Summer, Jake, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco and Snape were all seated in Dumbledore's office. The students and Jake were sitting in high backed chairs opposite the head and the potions master. Summer and Dumbledore had been explaining the plan that Summer had had, and now they all sat, thinking thoughtfully.
"So…how come Summer learnt things so quickly then?" Ron eventually asked. "I mean, I know she had training and all, but surely that's still pretty limiting toward what you can do, after all, any new spells and stuff that we've been learning; she picked it up quicker than most of us!" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"Well, that is because Summer comes from a line of extremely intelligent wizards and witches. Take professor Snape, for example." He replied, with a slight smile.
"What!" Summer exclaimed, slightly puzzled, but then her mind set back to the family tree Draco had found. She looked up at Luke who just grinned back; apparently he had known all along.
"He is your uncle, from your mothers side of the family, her older brother." Dumbledore explained, going over to one of the many, ceiling high bookcases that graced the walls of his grand office. Summer looked over to her uncle, who half smiled back. Hiding behind her long hair, she pulled a face at the others. Ron looked utterly horrified, Harry looked as though he felt sorry for her, Hermione had an interested yet puzzled expression etched across her face, and Draco seemed to find the grey slate floor endlessly fascinating.
"So..umm.. how come my mums last name was Abberly, then?" she finally managed to say, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Hermione looked up, interested to know. Snape cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
"Her last name was Abberly because it is the name of out stepfathers. You see, my parents divorced when she was very young, and our mother remarried a while later. Of course, as she was so young, she never remembered her real father, unlike my self." He stopped, resting his eyes on his nieces face, who looked back, almost unbelieving. Again an uncomfortable silence seemed to settle in the paley lit room.
Harry suddenly remembered something he had seen whilst taking classes with the professor; a flash back of Snapes past. He remembered seeing a young and frightened Snape, crouching under a table as two older figures yelled and argued with each other. He quickly averted his gaze to the window, hoping Snape had not realized he had suddenly had this thought.
"Ah! Here we go!" exclaimed Dumbledore cheerfully, pulling an old, leather bound book from its place. Summer recognised it as the book that Draco's family owned; the book of pure-blood family trees. Opening the book, he found the Snape and Abberly family trees and handed it to Summer. There, next to her Mothers name and her unknown aunt, was her new found uncle's name. Following the branches up, her mothers name was next to what she guessed was Snapes father's name. Her mother's new family tree was in much the same fashion, except this time a different name accompanied her mothers.
As she closed the book, the large door swung open and a flustered and slightly out of breath Professor Flitwick stood in the door way, hand resting on the carved stone door frame.
"Sir, oh sir! Do come quickly, its Professor..and..shes…oh seen oh do hurry! He squeaked.
"Well, I think it is time I went." Dumbledore said, a concerned expression on his face. "Severus, please come with me, and children, out as well please."
Standing in the corridor, Summer caught the look that was across Draco's face. He looked hurt and distant, as though he wasn't really there.
"Um, guys, you go ahead. I'll catch up." She said to the other four.
"Ok. Do you suppose Jake will be able to go through into the common room?" Ron asked as they headed toward the Gryffindor tower. Summer watched them
go, and then turned to Draco. He was leaning against the wall, still looking down.
"Draco? Draco are you ok?" Summer asked, looking up into his eyes, her hands on his waist. Narrowing his eyes that now looked unusually cold, he turned his head. Summer frowned and placed her soft hands on his face, turning it so he faced her. He then folded his arms so she couldn't pull him closer and looked at her.
"You lied." Was all he let escape his mouth. He was surprised when all she did was smile wryly.
"Yeah, so?" was the only reply he got. He looked at her In utter amazement, either she really didn't get it or she was playing more games.
Seeing as his face didn't change, Summers fell back into concern, and then realization fluttered across it.
"Oh Draco, you thought… and that I.." she laughed softly, and kissed his jaw gently, unfolding his arms. Relief then swept over Draco, and he couldn't help but soften his gaze on her.
"Silly, I know that I lied about everything else, but I wouldn't lie to you. I only ever play mind games with people I don't intend on getting close to I'm not that cruel." She smiled, pulling in. he wrapped his arms around her small frame, closing his eyes as she lay her head on his shoulder.