Draco liked it hot. He loved the summer and loathed the winter. His favorite place on earth was the beach outside the gates of the Zabini estate in Tuscany, and if he had his way he'd lie in the sun for hours as soon as it showed up. In this regard, his sensitive skin threw a spanner in the works. Once, Draco had made the mistake of spending an entire afternoon by the pool with his friends without resorting to the protection of a sunshade. Not even Pansy's sunscreen potion had managed to keep him from looking like the lobster the house elves usually served up for Sunday dinner for a full week afterwards.