Simply Irresistible

Chapter Three

No less than two weeks had passed and Harry and Draco had gotten through nearly everything Harry had gone through with Dumbledore's Army. "You're making great progress Dra-Malfoy" Harry caught himself before he could use Malfoy's first name, hoping that he hadn't caught it.

"Thank you Harry." Draco replied with a smirk and Harry blushed. "Can I go now? I'm already late for Potions."

"Er...right..umm" Harry said, momentarily losing his train of thought. Those eyes. Those beautiful stormy grey eyes that held so much depth and intelligence, and even love, though he tried not to show it. Harry stared into Draco's eyes blankly for a couple of miniuts before shaking his head and mentally scolding himself for thinking that Malfoy's eyes were beautiful. "Right, tomorrow's quidditch practice so, how about Sunday at noon?"

"Alright then" Malfoy said then hurried out the door, trying to hide his blush. Why was Potter looking into his eyes like that?

Like I know. Why did he kiss you?

To get his wand back.

What's this? Do I detect a hint of disappointment? Does ickle Drakie-kins wove Harry Potter?

Oh yeah right.

Oh? What about the dreams? Yes, I know about the dreams. There isn't anything you can hide from me. I'm you, remember?

Why am I having a conversation with myself...?

Because you're insane.

Hm... Good point...

You just passed the Potions classroom you know...

Shit...

Harry darted down the hallway with a speed he didn't think he could possibly posses. He was just under 5 miniuts late for History of Magic, and he slammed into the classroom, panting and clutching at a stitch in his side. Bloody Draco. It's all his bloody fault! He thought as he began to ramble out an excuse for being late. "I'm sorry Professor Binns! I didn't mean to. I..er..ran into peeves on the way here and-"

"Hello. Mr. Potter, I presume?" Came a deep, smooth voice, thick with a distinctly French accent, from the front of the class.

Harry looked up to find a rather shocking sight. Instead of the old ghost that usually sat at the front of the class, there was a man that couldn't be older then 20, with long, flowing icy blue hair, deep icy blue eyes, which, though they looked cold as ice, held a warmth that Harry had only seen in Dumbledore's eyes. He had full, pink lips, silky, pale skin and on each side of his face there were two blue streaks that looked like scratches from an animal. But perhaps the oddest thing about this man's appearance was the fact that his ears, which were covered in piercings, were pointed, much like an elves, but instead of pointing up, they pointed back. He was wearing dark blue robes that looked to be made of, if Harry wasn't mistaken, Egyptian cotton. Harry's eyes grew wider as he saw an icy blue tail swishing back and forth behind the man. Harry took this all in in a matter of seconds and found it rather difficult to listen to what the man was saying.

"I'm Damian Daae, your new History of Magic teacher." The man said smiling brightly. His smile, Harry noticed, made most of the girls and even some of the guys swoon. "I'm afraid Professor Binns found his job rather tedious and decided to spend some time roaming the school with the other ghosts."

"He found it tedious?" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.

Damian Daae smiled while everyone else in the class burst out laughing. "Yes, well, if you could please take your seat, Mr. Potter." He said politely.

"Call me Harry...I don't like being called "Mr. Potter"..." Harry mumbled as he took his seat and Damian Daae chuckled.

"Alright Harry." He said, his smile growing wider as he saw the blush on Harry's cheeks.

"Um, sir... if you don't mind my asking...er.." Harry began

"Ask anything you like, Harry." The man purred and everyone in the class stared in shock as Harry's blush deepened.

"Well... er... forgive my rudeness... but... um... what are you?" Harry asked, then looked down, afraid he had offended him.

To everyone's great surprise, there came a delighted chuckle from the front of the class. "Harry, I'm very glad you asked that. You're truly showing your Griffindor courage! I could tell everyone in the class was dying to ask, but was too afraid." Professor Daae said, grinning. "Well, Harry, I'm a Water Sprite. Well. Actually. I'm half Water Sprite, a quarter Wizard, and a quarter Veela." He finished and everyone except Harry and Hermione gasped. Hermione smiled, obviously she had already guessed this, and Harry just stared. For some reason, this didn't come as a shock to him. The man was, after all, exceedingly beautiful.

"I knew it!" Hermione said before she could stop herself.

"Thought you had some Veela in you.." Harry said just as she finished. He realized what he said and blush deepened. Shit..I hope nobody-

"Why is that, Harry?" Damian Daae purred and Harry 'Meep'ed and looked quickly away, his blush deepening further, if that was even possible. "N-no reason." He muttered.

"Alright class, let's begin, shall we?" He asked, and everyone sat up a bit straighter in their seats.

The lesson was a lot more exciting than what they were used to, the absence of the monotonic voice of Prof. Binns was one of the main reasons, of course. Everyone participated and Hermione seemed a bit miffed that she wasn't the first one with her hand up after every question, even though half of the time nobody knew the correct answer except herself.

"Alright class, I believe it's time for lunch! Off you trot!" Professor Daae, or Damian, as he had told them to call him ("Professor Daae makes me feel so old! Call me Damian, just not in front of the other teachers!" He said with a wink that seemed to be directed at Harry.) Everyone in the class seemed rather reluctant to leave. "Harry? Would you stay after for a bit? I need to talk to you." Damian called and Harry received glares from everyone that was left in the class.

"A-alright." Harry muttered after "meep"ing again. He didn't think he would ever stop blushing at this rate. Stupid Veela...wait...he's a GUY Veela...why am I attracted to him...?

Harry didn't have time to answer, however, as the class was now empty except for himself and Damian. Harry gulped and walked nervously up to Damian's desk. "Y-yes, Pro-Damian?" Harry stuttered, then mentally kicked himself for his high-pitched voice and stuttering.

Damian merely smiled and walked around his desk to stand in front of Harry.

Harry gulped, and his blush reached a shade that is currently unknown to mankind. Damian's smile widened.

"You know...you're really cute when you blush." He said, holding Harry's chin between his thumb and index finger.

Harry's breath hitched as Damian brought his lips gently down on his. Harry closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Damian's neck.

Before Harry could do anything else though, he felt a white hot pain searing through his body, and he let go of Damian and sank to the floor. His vision blurred and he screamed out in pain. He felt as if someone had lit fire to his toes and it was slowly creeping up his body, ending at his head. The pain suddenly stopped. "Harry? Harry can you hear me?" Harry cracked open one eye to see Damian standing over him looking down expectantly. "What did you feel Harry? Was it hot? Or was it cold?" He asked excitedly "Fire..it felt like fire.." Harry muttered "Oh! You're a fire sprite! How-" "Ugh!" Harry screamed out in pain again as he felt ice spread throughout his body. His body went numb, and he stopped screaming, only to have the fire go through his body again, then the ice yet again. This went on for at least 20 miniuts before it finally stopped and Harry looked up, blinking.

"Harry!" came Dumbledore's voice from above him. "Harry are you alright?" He asked again and Harry opened his eyes to see Dumbledore and Damian both standing over him looking quite worried.

"Yeah. Fine. It-it's over now...right?" He asked quietly and Dumbledore nodded, helping him into a sitting position. "What happened?" Harry asked, hoping that he was going to be alright.

"You just went through a sort of...transformation." Damian said, he was smiling now. "Dumbledore! This is amazing! First he started burning, but then he felt ice! It happened again and again at least 12 times! I mean, that's not normal, is it? It didn't happen to me! It only happened once to me! And it was only ice! Dumbledore, is he-" Damian seemed rather excited.

"Damian, please." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Sorry..." Damian mumbled, his tail swishing back and forth.

"Professors...what's going on?" Harry asked, already somehow knowing the answer.

"Harry...Well I don't know how to tell you this..but..erm...you're an elemental. Otherwise known as a Sprite" Damian said and Dumbledore glared at him. "What?" He asked, confused.

"I'm a what?" Harry asked, exasperated. "How the bloody hell did that happen!"

"Harry, your father was a Sprite as well. He just didn't show it. Back then..well back then Sprites weren't exactly welcome." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Your dad was a Fire Sprite. But you, well...you're everything. And your dad was also just a quarter sprite, like Damian here. You're full Sprite, it would seem." Dumbledore said and Damian walked over to Harry and helped him to his feet.

"Harry, you're beautiful! You should see yourself! I know this is a shock to you, but don't go freaking out! You should be happy! What you are... well lets just say our kind is very rare! And very powerful! And you, Harry, you're the most powerful of us all! Did you know that there is only one Sprite with all elements born every 1,000 years!" Damian said all this in an excited rush and Harry was struggling to take this all in.

"Wait...I'm a Sprite..so...do I look like you?" He asked, a little worried about what his peers would think.

"Well...not exactly. Here. Come look." He said and dragged Harry past Dumbledore, who looked a bit miffed, and into a back room.

Harry gasped at what he saw in the mirror.

Ok soooo this is where I leave you! Tell me what you think of this idea! I kinda just thought of it, so yeah. Oh and tell me if you think Harry should be with Damian in the end or Draco. Or both lol. Think it through though, k? Hope you like it. If you don't like it then tell me and, if there are enough people who don't, I'll take this chapie off and make a new one without Damian or Sprites of any kind .