At lunch, Evelynn decides to introduce the guys to Dylan. As Dylan sits beside her, she addresses Draco.
"I'm sorry about this morning, Draco. I overreacted. Forgive me?"
He gives Eve a look like, "You know I can never stay mad at you." He then jerks his head in Dylan's direction, as if asking, "Who's this?"
"Oh!" Evelynn exclaims as realization hits her. "Guys, this is Dylan Marvol. Dylan, this is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini." She points to each of the boys in turn. Draco and Blaise narrow their eyes, sizing him up. Draco suddenly wrinkles his nose in disgust.
"A Ravenclaw?" He says it as if it was a disgraceful word.
"No, the mud just made his tie darker and his badge looked smudged. He's a Slytherin." She wipes off his badge to make the snake upon it more prominent. "See?"
Blaise begins to glare daggers at Dylan whilst she was cleaning him off. He instinctively places his hand on Eves protectively. "Evie, honey, you said something about mud?" He speaks lovingly, but his murderous eyes stay glued on Dylan.
"Two Slytherin girls tripped me and I fell in a mud puddle. I made Dylan trip, so he landed with me." Across the table, Draco smirks. Eve dearly wants to eat the roll sitting on her plate, but for the boys' sake, she didn't dare take her hand away from Blaise's.
"Who were they?" His head turned to Eve, but his eyes still dart to the stranger every so often. "I can take them."
She smiles. "That won't be necessary." She finally makes Blaise release her hand so she can eat.
"So," Dylan starts after awhile. "Blaise is the one you were talking about earlier."
Blaise looks up, then. stares pointedly at Evelynn. "What did you say about me?"
"That you're my boyfriend," she replies simply. "And yes, Dylan, he is."
Blaise still looks curious, like he wants to press the matter, but decides to let it go for now.
"How did that quaint little subject come up?" Blaise wonders silently. "That's right, Pretty Boy. She's taken. I know you like her, but she's mine!"
He notices that Draco has barely said anything all day. Sure, Potter, Mudblood, and Weasel aren't coming back until next week, but that shouldn't stop him from being his usual loud and obnoxious self. "What's wrong, mate? You've barely said anything all day."
"I'm fine," he mumbles.
"Are you sure? I'm worried. You haven't said much today."
"He's right, you know," Evelynn cuts in.
"I'm fine," he repeats, louder and firmer.
"I'm just making sure. This is so unlike you," she comments.
"I told you I'm fine! Just shut up and leave me alone!" For the second time that day, some one stomped off angry.
Later that night, Eve is concerned with how Draco had acted earlier and, being the compassionate, loyal friend she is, Evelynn wants to see what happened.
"Draco," she says, tentatively opening the door to his dormitory.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?" he scolds. No one is in the room, yet he still feels the need to whisper. It seems as if he had just taken off his shirt, for all he has on is his black school pants and his shirt is in his hands. He has his back turned to Eve.
He gets over the fact that she is in his room. He throws his shirt in his trunk at the foot of his bed. Evelynn sees his toned, muscular body facing her before he turns. He sits down in the middle of his bed with his back to her. He gracefully swings around and faces her with his legs open and his elbows on his knees.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, genuinely curious.
"I wanted to see if everything was okay." For a fraction of a second, there is a look on his face as he stares at her. It is a look like it was unbearable to look at her, but he was forcing himself to. The look vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He lies down on his bed and rolls over, his back facing Eve.
"I'm fine," he says bluntly for about the millionth time that day.
"What happened at lunch?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You haven't been yourself lately. I'm worried."
He lets out an exasperated and aggravated sigh before rolling onto his stomach and pulling his pillow over his head.
Evelynn slightly smiles at his childish behavior. She walks over to his bed and carefully sits on the edge, putting a hand on his bare shoulder.
"You can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here for you. You know that, right?"
He uncovers his head and looks at Eve as if saying, "I know."