To a reviewers question: in my first story, Summer had to become friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione for Voldemort (though she was a double spy of course!) and since she is dating Draco, he had to put up with them all x) hope that cleared it up for you!
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"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Hermione called as she saw her two friends emerge from the barrier. They both grinned and waved as they headed over to the small group; Hermione, Summer and Draco.
"How long have you been here?" Harry asked, shifting his luggage.
"About ten minutes." Hermione replied as Ron opened the train door.
"Better find a carriage quick." He said, watching the crowd of students that filled the platform gradually make their way into the train. The first one they came to was empty, so they hurriedly filed in before the group of third years at the other end could get there.
"We have a prefect meeting in half an hour." Hermione announced, looking at her watch.
"Who are head boy and girl this year?" Summer asked.
"Oh, they are announcing that when we get to school. They've changed it all this year." Hermione sniffed. Ron sighed and closed his eyes, putting his feet on the empty seat infront of him.
"Night everyone." He muttered, stifling a yawn.
"Did you not hear me, Ron? We have a meeting!" Hermione exclaimed crossly.
"Yeah, yeah, meeting half an hour." Ron said dismissively. Hermione made an angry sort of noise and looked scathingly at Harry.
"What? Its not my fault Fred and George insisted we help with their new inventions!" He protested. "Besides, I bet you are head girl." He added, trying to stop her from glaring.
"You bet? I can guarantee she'll be head girl." Draco snorted, folding his arms. "It would send the whole universe into chaos if little mi…OW!" he rubbed his leg and glared at Summer, who gave him a shut-up-now look.
"Hmph." Hermione muttered, pulling a book out of her bag and burying her nose in it. Harry rolled his eyes and grinned at the two who were awake and not reading.
"Have you heard any more from the person who sent you that letter?" Summer asked, somewhat softly, looking at Harry. He shook his head.
"No, nothing. I'm pretty sure it must have been a joke." He replied.
"Hmmm." Summer was not convinced that it was a joke; after all she had had an encounter with someone who was obviously not "normal". Draco just shrugged, he still didn't know anything about what had happened to Summer and he hadn't heard from anyone. But the death-eaters that had got away were still in hiding, so he guessed their children (most of his house) would not have been told much.
"Actually, that reminds me, I will probably still have to be horrible to you lot. Afterall, no-one actually knows that my family was spying as well, so they all think I still hate you all. Except Summer, as fat as they know she is still on their side." Draco suddenly said.
"Yeah, I guess." Harry nodded. "Though no-one ever questions you about anything any way." The carriage suddenly got a bit darker as they went through a tunnel, which made Hermione look up from her book.
"We should get going, the meeting starts in seven minutes." She decided, turning and poking Ron.
"What the heck do you want now?" he muttered, annoyed.
"We are leaving for the meeting now." Hermione told him, standing up. Muttering something under his breath and glaring, Ron stood up and went to the doors, followed by Hermione and Draco.
"How do you put up with Draco?" Harry asked Summer when the three had gone.
"Oh, he isn't as bad as you think." She smiled. "After all, he has at least been civil toward you, even if he isn't that thrilled at having to hang out. And he has changed a lot since last Christmas."
"I suppose. Oh hey Neville!" he greeted as Neville came into their carriage, looking quite forlorn. "What's up?"
"Some Slytherins caught Trevor and turned him pink." He said in a small voice, sitting where Ron had and showing them. Harry and Summer both smiled and Harry pulled out his wand.
"Don't worry, Fred taught me how to change things different colours over the holidays. It's quite simple really. Abeo!" a light blue spark flew from Harry's wand and hit Trevor, and after the toad glowed it returned to its normal state.
"Thanks!" Neville exclaimed, a smile lighting his face.
"That's ok." Harry grinned, pocketing his wand. "Does anyone wanna play chess?" he asked, pulling out a set from his bag.
"I still have no idea how you play it, but you can try and teach me again." Summer laughed, pulling down a side table from under the window. Harry smiled and set up the pieces.
"You know how to play, don't you Neville?" Harry turned to Neville after finishing setting the game up.
"Yes, my Nan taught me. I'm not all that good though."
"That's ok, Summer can watch and see if she picks anything up." Summer nodded and moved so Neville could sit opposite Harry and begin.
Just as Summer finished her first game (although she lost, she now understood how to play) Hermione, Draco and Ron came back.
"How was it?" Harry asked as they sat back down.
"Boring." Ron replied, and rolled his eyes as Hermione protested indignantly. Summer grinned at him and took Draco's hand, then tried to stifle a giggle as Ron pulled faces at Hermione when she wasn't looking.
"Quite finished?" he said sarcastically when Hermione sat down and pulled her book out again.
The rest of the journey was uneventful, and was over in an hour and a half. As the train pulled up to the station outside of the lake, the six stood up and picked up any hand luggage, making their way to the carriages that would take them across to Hogwarts.
"See you later." Draco said to Summer, giving her a quick kiss before he headed for his own table as they entered the great hall.
"Foooooddd." Ron moaned, slumping against the table as Dumbledore began his welcome speech and the sorting began.
As soon as the last person was sorted, Dumbledore stood up and a silence fell across the hall.
"We welcome all the new first years!" everyone applauded. "But now we are to welcome our new head boy and head girl. Our new head boy will be Draco Malfoy.." most of the hall erupted into a polite applause, though the Slytherin table made the most noise, "and our head girl, Hermione Granger!" the hall then erupted into a very loud applause and cheering. Hermione blushed and smiled a very big smile as she made her way to the top table to collect her badge after Draco. Dumbledore then continued in giving a five minute speech as to why they had been chosen, and then the feast began.
Half an hour later, they were making their way toward the common room.
"I have new quarters of my own." Hermione announced proudly. "So I have to go this way. I can get to the common room from there, and you can all visit if you like." She waved as she turned a corner on the second floor, leaving Harry, Ron and Summer to make their way to Gryffindor tower.
"I'll see you guys later, I'm gonna go say hi to my uncle." Summer said, turning around.
"Bye!" Harry and Ron called as she disappeared back down the stairs. As she rounded the corner to the dungeons, she bumped into Draco.
"Hey!" she greeted him happily, giving him a hug and kiss.
"What you doing down here?" he asked, taking both her hands into his.
"Gonna say hi to Sev. You going to your new room?"
"yeah. Come back to them after, ok?"
"k! Hope Hermione won't mind. Guess she wont, you are only sharing a living room and kitchen thingy, aren't you?"
"Yep, don't be too long will you?"
"No, I only wanted to make sure he hasn't starved himself." Summer smiled, kissing him on the lips before continuing down the dungeons passageways. As she came to the door of her uncles quarters, a contemptuous voice from behind stopped her.
"What are you doing down here? Stupid Gryffindor, did you get lost?" Summer turned to see a group of four Slytherins; Lewis Kaine, Ash Rundell, Carmine Elvo and Pansy Parkinson.
"Actually, Ash, I was on my way to see the professor, not that it's any of your business. You wouldn't understand anyway, its grown-up stuff as in, too dangerous for you little kiddies to handle." They all glared at her for that.
"Dangerous? You wouldn't know it if it jumped up and bit you." He scorned.
"No? funny, I don't call being in on the death eaters meetings and performing illegal operations for Voldemorts exactly child's play, would you?" Summer smiled to her self then, she had got them. Every one of the four Slytherins parents were at some point death eaters, only Lewis' parents had been taken to Azkaban, the others were in hiding. The four looked at her, speechless for a moment, and then they turned and stalked off toward their common room.
laughing to herself, Summer opened the door to her uncles quarters very slowly; she decided to sneak up on him. As she entered, she noticed him straight away as he was standing, back toward her, by a black leather sofa reading a letter.
"Don't let the door bang shut." He said, without turning around. This made Summer jump, then roll her eyes. She had forgotten he had hearing like a bats. Closing the solid wooden door, she looked around the room she was in. evidently it was a sitting room, with two black leather sofas and two arm chairs, which had plain green cushions with silver trimmings scattered around randomly in them, a green, silver and black rug on the floor infront of the stone fire place. On either side of the fire place were built-in book cases that were filled with all sorts of books, scrolls and bottles. Two arch ways led into a kitchen and a bedroom, which had the bathroom off of that.
She jumped onto one of the sofas nearest Snape and poked her tongue out at him.
"You ok, Unc?" she asked, sitting up from her uncomfortable slouching position she had landed in.
"Yes, I'm fine." He replied, folding the letter and placing it in one of his inner robe pockets and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You sure? You always do that when you are stressed."
"Fine." He said through gritted teeth. Summer shrugged and threw the cushion she was holding across the sofa.
"You know, I don't think you've been eating much, you never touched any of the food at dinner, I was watching you." She persisted. Snape groaned inwardly and sunk into an armchair opposite.
"Must you be so concerned with my wellbeing, Summer?" he sighed, making two cups of coffee appear on the small coffee table infront of him.
"Yep." She grinned, picking up a cup and taking a sip. "And I really don't think teachers should be drinking whiskey when they are meant to be examples." She added as he poured a small amount of amber coloured liquid into his own cup and replaced the lid.
"With any luck it'll make you disappear if I drink enough – I'll fall asleep." He muttered.
"Hey I heard that! But really, you should eat something. What are you so worried about anyway?" she glanced over at his face; it did indeed show some rare emotion.
"Nothing, well at least nothing you should be concerned about." He took another sip of his coffee and rubbed the side of his face. "I think you should be getting back to your room now, any way. Its gone midnight and although you don't start classes until the day after you should still get some rest." Summer frowned and put down her empty cup.
"I'm not tired so I'm not gonna go back!" she protested, folding her arms.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling." He replied in an exasperated tone.
"Fine, fine I'm going. And you better eat something." She said in defeat, making her way to the door.
"hmm." Was the only reply she received. Summer rolled her eyes again; he could be so damn stubborn sometimes. But then again, so could she. As she headed the flight of stairs leading to Gryffindor tower, she turned left as the corridors branched off as it led to Draco's room. approaching the door, she knocked softly and smiled as Draco opened it and pulled her in.
The room she was lead into was the sitting room. it was large with bookcases lining one and a half walls, stopping at a door way which led to a kitchenette. Infront of the fireplace were two large couches; one in red and gold and the other in green and silver. Two stair cases to the far right of the fireplace led up to the bedrooms and on the left of these were portraits of the founders of the two houses; Gryffindor and Slytherin. These led into the common rooms of the houses. The bathrooms were across the hallway.
"Wow, its pretty nice here." She commented, sitting on the Slytherin sofa next to Draco.
"Yeah, it's ok. A bit boring already, there is no-one to talk to." Draco replied. "Granger just reads all the time, but she has gone to the common room now, I think." Suddenly over come with tiredness, Summer leant back on Draco and closed her eyes.
"You're gonna go to sleep already? You just got here!" Draco exclaimed, poking her.
"Mmm." She replied, swinging her legs up onto the sofa. ""I don't think I can stay awake much longer." She said tragically, looking at him with big, sad eyes. He raised an eye brow at her, but grinned all the same.
"So shall I just leave you here then?" he said, standing up so she fell off of him and onto a cushion behind.
"Well you could always carry me back to my room." she suggested, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.
"Yeah right." He replied sarcastically, but picked her up all the same and headed toward the stair case.
"Oi, I said my room." Summer protested, pretending to be annoyed but started laughing when Draco gave her a very sulky look.
"I'll get eaten alive if I go in there!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, I guess. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, going out with you. But really, I am tired." she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs. By the time he reached the top, (although not that long away) she had fallen asleep. Gently taking off her shoes and her outer robes, he gently laid her in his bed and got in the other side, soon drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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The loud chirp of a bird made Summer wake up with a jump. As she opened her eyes, she noticed the bird at the window fly off. The heat on the other side of her meant that Draco was still fast asleep, so she turned to wake him. Just as she lifted her hand to his shoulder, she froze, her eyes widening in shock. Draco lay sprawled on the bed, his wand snapped in his right hand and blood was slowly oozing from a large gash on the side of his head. His ripped robes revealed more cuts and bruises on his soft white skin. Summer noticed, however, that he was still breathing as his chest was rising and falling slowly.
As she suddenly gained movement of her body, she opened her mouth and started screaming for help, before jumping out of bed and running to the stairs. The room was in complete chaos, the furniture was broken and scattered everywhere, pools of blood were in various places…she shuddered and tore down the stairs, wand firmly gripped in her left hand. When she reached the bottom, she stopped again and surveyed the room in horror. Lying amongst the debris of furniture, books and cloth, lay Hermione in a pool of her dark crimson blood. Her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling, the skin on her face was peeled back in some places; it had been caused by a very sharp blade, a large deep slash was across her throat, and an ornate, silver dagger with a serpents head for the handle had been driven into her chest.
"We can't have mudbloods ruining everything, can we now?" a cold, harsh and mocking voice made her gaze avert upwards. A tall, black robed figure stood there, it's face hidden, but she knew that voice. Ron lay at his feet in an unconscious heap, and Harry hung in the air, struggling to breathe from the spell that held him up by his neck. Although she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling under that hood; an icy, cruel smile. "You see Summer, I can't let our world be ruined. Only pure-bloods should be here, not pathetic mudbloods that poison the system. And I won't have betrayers either. That is why I have not yet killed Malfoy, but I will once he has had a child. Can't let the line die this early on. Our dear Mr Weasley here will live, of course, but not until I have dealt with him." He paused momentarily, filling the room with a laugh that chilled Summer deep inside. "I still have yet to keep my promise to Harry." He continued, releasing Harry suddenly so he hit the ground painfully and then was quickly bound. He had now been knocked out as his head had hit the hard stone floor from the fall. "And as for that mudblood, Granger." He spat "I can't have that insufferable know-it-all corrupting the system, spreading my own plans and knowledge to everyone, just because she knows what I am capable of and plan to do." He suddenly turned to her, a flash from his wand hitting Summer, making her fall to the ground and gasp at the surge of pain that flooded her body.
"And as for you Summer…"
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-laughs evilly- mwhahaha a nice cliff hanger for you there ) I really shouldn't let evil thoughts take over what I do../ oh well! Next chapter will be up pretty soon cos I've started it already. Review pwease!