I know, I don't have a real schedule, but oh well, here's another update for you guys. Don't criticize my version of Draco. He's my baby and he and Hermione love each other.
Disclaimer: Our queen would not use as many swear words as I do, so I'm probably not her.
Enemies of the heir BEWARE,
Lulaine
"No way! Tonks, you're kidding!"
"Nope, it's all the truth!"
Verity looked over to where Eulalee stood with the twins, crowded around a mirror. Eulalee appeared to be talking to someone, but there was no one in sight. She hesitantly went over to join them.
"What's going on over here?" Verity asked, glancing over Eula's shoulder. She was shocked to see that there was a face in the mirror, but it wasn't any of theirs. The girl in the mirror had bright pink hair.
"Oh, Verity, we were just talking to my cousin, Tonks," Eula said. "Tonks, this is our friend and co-worker, Verity."
"Wotcher Verity!" Tonks said, giving her a two fingered salute. Verity awkwardly waved back, still confused about the fact they were communicating via mirror. "I was just telling my cousin here about the battle at the ministry — I don't know if you know Harry Potter?"
"I hope that was a rhetorical question," Verity snorted. As if anybody didn't know who Harry Potter was. She might be Muggle-born, but she wasn't oblivious.
Tonks grinned. "I like you," she announced, and then continued with her story. "But anyways, he and his friends broke in and battled Voldemort and some Death Eaters! Everyone was after some prophecy, but they ended up breaking it instead. We — The Order of the Phoenix — barely made it in time."
"Wow," Verity gasped.
"It was intense, but those kids know how to handle themselves, I'll tell you that," Tonks said. "They all got a bit knocked up though. Hermione was hit with a spell we never figured out — don't worry, Eu, she's fine — but everyone came out alive. Oh," Tonks expression darkened, "your mum was there though."
Eula's expression turned somber as well and the twins grimaced. Verity, who had never personally met Bellatrix Lestrange but was still completely terrified of her (as she should be), found herself feeling worried — not for herself, but for Eulalee.
"She said some pretty nasty things about you," Tonks said, nervously rubbing her hand on the back of her neck. "Mostly stuff about you being a blood traitor and how she was going to find you and some other things I won't repeat. She also killed Sirius."
"She killed Sirius?" Eula gasped sadly.
"Sirius Black?" Verity asked in surprise.
"Oh, I forgot you don't know," George said. "Sirius isn't a mass murderer. He was framed by Peter Pettigrew, who was the actual traitor."
"Wait, isn't that the guy he killed?"
"Allegedly," Fred corrected. "Allegedly killed. Pettigrew survived as our brother's pet rat until Harry, Ron, and Hermione figured out the whole plot. They were going to clear Sirius' name, but Pettigrew escaped and they had no other proof, so they couldn't."
Verity blinked. "Okay, that was probably one of the strangest explanations I've ever heard in my life."
"One day we'll explain it in immense detail, it gets weirder, trust me," George laughed. Then he sobered. "But I can't believe Sirius died . . . Poor Harry, he probably feels terrible."
They stood in a solemn silence for a few moments.
Finally, Eula said, "Do you know if my mother knows where I am?"
"Not that I'm aware of. But your shop is gaining more and more popularity, so I wouldn't be surprised if she makes a move soon, so . . ." Tonks hesitated nervously. "Just keep an eye out. We'll be doing the same from our end." She clapped her hands together with finality. "I have to go, but I'll be in touch, Eu! See you guys another day!"
"Bye Tonks!" the teenagers chorused, as her face disappeared from the mirror and they were left with only their own reflections once again.
"Wow," Verity said. "Your cousin is so cool."
"Don't let her fool you, she's a real klutz," Eula giggled. "Though, I will admit, she is pretty cool."
"Everyone wants to be Tonks," the twins said in unison. The girls laughed and the threats of Bellatrix Lestrange were momentarily forgotten.
It was a rather busy day at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and Eulalee was working the register. She was casually reading a Muggle book series that she found she enjoyed called The Chronicles of Narnia when someone approached her. She placed her book down on the counter looking up at the customer with a polite smile.
"Hello and welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! What can I help you with?" It took her a moment to fully register who stood before her. "Wait, Draco?"
Draco Malfoy hadn't changed much, besides the fact he was looking around every few seconds, obviously paranoid about something. He looked nervously into Eula's eyes and said, "Could we maybe talk somewhere more private?"
Eula was confused at the urgency in his voice and called for Verity to take over the counter. She lead Draco up to her room and shut the door behind them.
"Okay, Draco, what's wrong? We haven't talked since you used to be actually nice and weren't consumed by this Death Eater act. Why are you coming to me now?"
"Look, Eulalee," he said, "you need to come with me."
"Where?" Eula asked suspiciously.
"Home," Draco said. "Your mother wants you to come home."
"Oh, well you can tell her that she can go to Hell," Eula said nonchalantly, as if she were only telling him how her day was going. "I am never going to become the Death Eater scum she wants me to be."
"Eulalee," Draco said exasperatedly. "You have to."
"I don't have to do a damn thing," Eula retorted, crossing her arms. "I am not ever going to do a thing that bitch tells me. Hey, you don't have to either."
"Excuse me?"
"Draco, you don't have to follow You-Know-Who just because your parents do," Eula said. "You can stop pretending to be such a bastard and start being the kind boy that I know you are. You don't need to do everything our stupid relatives tell you."
"I'm not doing it because my parents tell me to," Draco said with a frown.
"It's not a girl you're trying to impress, is it?" Eula asked with wide eyes.
"No! Merlin, no," Draco said with a sigh. "She hates me, I could never impress her by doing anything . . ."
"Wait, you have a crush?" Eula asked, suddenly leaning towards Draco with a grin that could rival the cheshire cat. Draco went red and began stuttering an excuse, but Eula exclaimed, "Nope, you already admitted it, now you have to tell me!"
"Fine!" Draco hissed. He took a deep breath and blurted out, "It's Hermione Granger!"
Eula gasped with excitement. "Draco!" she exclaimed. "That's perfect!"
"What?"
"She totally has a thing for you too, but you're just too plain mean and evil for her to actually like you. Ever. Like, she'd never like you if you keep doing this stupid Death Eater stuff. You would have literally zero chance —"
"Okay! I get it!" Draco huffed, cheeks red.
"Buuuuut," Eula continued, "if you started acting how I know you want to act, deep down inside, you can totally get the girl! Just start being nice and stop pretending you enjoy this You-Know-Who crap!"
"I'm not pretending!" Draco snapped. "I actually want to follow the Dark Lord! I'm getting my Dark Mark soon and —"
Eula stared at him. "You're getting branded?"
"Yes," Draco sneered.
"Draco, you know those things don't fade," Eula said gently. "You will never be able to come back from this. You will always be remembered as a Death Eater, as a worshipper of You-Know-Who. You will be shunned by everyone."
"I don't care!" Draco yelled.
"Yes, you do!" Eula shouted back. "This isn't you, Draco! You don't want this!"
"Yes I do!" Draco threw his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know why I even came! I should've just told your mother where you were!"
"Then do it!" Eula said. "Go ahead! Try to out me and we'll see what happens!"
"I think I will!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Get the fuck out of my room," Eula hissed. "In fact, get the fuck out of the store!"
"I hope I don't see you!" Draco yelled back, as he stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Eula glared at the door, panting angrily for a few moments, then she finally settled down, her shoulders slumping. "What have I done?" she muttered. "Now he's never going to stop."
She fell back onto her bed and sighed. She should've tried harder to convince him that You-Know-Who's side was the wrong side. She should have convinced him to act on his feelings for Hermione. She should have acted more like a cousin who cared than an enemy who didn't.
She sighed again, but sat up, rubbing her eyes wearily. She still had work to do and it was too late to change anything now. She just hoped that Draco came to his senses before it was too late.
