Disclaimer: As usual, Eva and I own absolutely nothing from this story except our own characters. JK Rowling is the mastermind behind everything!
So, here we have chapter ten, and I have to admit that Eva and I like this chapter very much. It is very much filled with romance and flirtation. Hooray! So, here you have it!
Eva groaned as the first rays of light hit her face. She wanted to know why her curtains were open and why her covers were off.
"Rise and Shine!" yelled Izzy as she jumped on Eva's bed. "You now have half an hour to get ready for breakfast."
"You vant to look pretty for Freddie, do you not?" Alex taunted smiling.
"Go away! Dejenme dormir!" Eva yelled too sleepy to differentiate languages.
"Ummm…no?" laughed Izzy. "Come on. We'll meet you down there."
"Okay, okay. Just go," Eva said sitting up in her bed. She glared at the twins as they left, laughing their heads off. Too much like the Weasley brothers, Eva thought. She grumpily pulled herself out of bed and got ready for the day. Her hair had grown, Eva thought, maybe she should have cut it. After she was done she practically ran to the Great Hall, making sure to avoid Draco. She didn't need that kind of stress. As soon as she walked into the Great Hall she immediately headed for the Gryffindor table to sit next to Iris.
"Hola, Amiga!" Eva said happily as she sat and made herself comfortable.
"You and your multicultural-ness," Iris laughed as she ate some pancakes.
"You know that's why you love me!" Eva laughed too as she ate some eggs. Soon after that the twins joined them as well.
"Hello, girls," they said in unison.
"How's the morning going?" Fred asked Eva. Eva couldn't help but notice his smile when he saw she was wearing the heart he'd given her.
"Alright, I suppose. Izzy and Alex woke me up way too early though," Eva answered. She turned around to find Draco staring at her as he was talking to his friends. He caught her staring as well and flashed a brilliant smile that almost made her blush again. The boy sure used his looks to his advantage, she thought.
"Why's that git staring at you?" Fred asked a bit angrily. "He's smiling and everything."
"He's a friend," Eva explained quickly. She was a bit afraid Fred would go over and say something. Draco had promised not to tell her grandmother about her friends but it was still a possibility. "He's just saying hi."
"If you say so, but I think he fancies you," Fred said seriously. Eva couldn't help but feel a bit happy at his jealousy. It meant her fancied her, after all.
"Jealous?" Iris teased trying to lighten the mood. George laughed as Fred tried to sputter a proper response. Eva suddenly stood up and pulled Iris up with her.
"Well enjoy your jealousy and breakfast boys, we're off to class." They left before Fred could answer. Eva was glad to get away; she didn't like being caught in the middle.
"Eva, Eva!" Iris yelled trying to catch up to her friend. "Hold on a minute!"
"Sorry," Eva apologized. "I just don't deal well with those types of situations."
"No kidding," Iris said smiling. "Now you know how I feel. Let's not think about that though. How about we get to class? We've got Potions first."
"Bloody Fantastic!" Eva sighed. Why was fate so cruel?
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Just the mere smell of the Potions room had Iris smiling from ear to ear. She paused in the doorway and took a deep breath, savoring the wonderful aroma.
"Haven't you missed that?" Iris reminisced, hanging on Eva's shoulder.
"Get off of me," Eva said, pushing Iris aside. "And not really. It smells like something died in here."
"Miss Sinclair, Miss Felix," came a greasy voice from behind them. The two turned (Iris still smiling and Eva horrified), to see Professor Snape. "Take your seats or risk losing House Points on the first day of class." Eva groaned inwardly and moved to take her seat, but Professor Snape called her back. "And Miss Sinclair, I assure you nothing but your Potions grade has died in this class."
The Slytherin girl's face grew hot in embarrassment as Iris ushered her across the room and the two took seats.
"You really do need to improve your Potions grade, you know," Iris informed Eva.
"Really?" Eva retorted sarcastically. "I had no idea."
"I'm just saying," Iris said. "I mean, Snape is your Head of House. Doesn't do well to fail his class, does it?"
Eva rolled her eyes and looked at her friend, "The day you do well in History of Magic is the day I'll do well in Potions."
The girls' conversation was cut short by the start of the class. For Eva, the time passed by all too slow. For Iris it seemed only to last a few minutes. By the time they were dismissed, Eva was wiping her bleary eyes.
The class shuffled out as the next class shuffled in. Iris noticed Harry Potter, Ron and that Hermione girl make their way through the crowd. She also noticed the Malfoy boy that had smiled at Eva this morning. She wasn't too sure how she felt about their new found friendship. What if he told Eva that her best friend was a werewolf? Iris was almost certain that he knew. If David had told Lucius Malfoy about her, there would be almost no reason for him to keep that fact from his son. He would want Draco to know about his dangerous classmate to help keep him aware and safe. And if Eva and Draco were in the same House, it was only a matter of time, right?
Iris cringed at the thought, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her skin. She gave a half-hearted wave to Harry, Ron and Hermione and did her best to shuffle Eva out before she spotted Draco. She was too late, however, when she realized that Eva had given a slight nod to her Housemate.
As they reached the corridor, Iris casually (or, at least she hopped it was casual) asked Eva, "So, what's going on with you two? That Malfoy boy?"
"What Malfoy boy?" Eva replied nervously trying to get away from her friend. Iris only quickened her pace. Eva couldn't help but notice how Iris always had that extra something that made her unavoidable.
"The only Malfoy in the bloody school! You know, the first year blonde with green eyes," Iris said testily. She didn't like to push people on secrets but she had to make sure Eva didn't already know.
"He's the son of my Papa's best friend. He's my friend too. That's all, it's not like I like him as in more than that. Pas du tout! That would be ridiculous," Eva rattled off nervously, unaware she sounded very French after she admitted Draco was her friend. She hated these types of situations. She wasn't emotionally ready.
"Pas du tout?" Iris asked confused. She hated when Eva prattled off in another language or her words became so accented she couldn't understand it. "Whatever. So Malfoy is your friend?"
"Well, yes." Eva looked down guiltily. "It's what my family wants. He's charming really."
"I see," Iris said knowingly. She was beginning to suspect Eva might fancy him. "Does he fancy you?"
"I think so," Eva said blushing. "It most certainly seems that way."
"Oh."
"Yeah…" Iris didn't know what to reply.
"Dios Mio!" Eva yelled suddenly turning to her friend. The whole hallway stared at Eva with confused faces. "Iris I'm so confused!"
"About what?" Iris asked a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. She was beginning to doubt her friend's sanity.
"About Fred and Draco!" Eva lowered her voice, not wanting to be heard. "I think I fancy them both! That's horrible of me! " Iris' eyes widened a bit at the revelation but quickly composed herself and smiled, trying to reassure her friend.
"Nonsense," Iris said, pulling Eva to sit down with her on a bench. "You barely know Draco and besides you and Fred are awfully close." Eva didn't look convinced at all. Iris couldn't blame her though; she knew the pain.
"I suppose you're right," Eva said finally. She opened up a book and started to read. Iris's mind, however, was racing. So Eva did know the Malfoys and they were pretty close by the sounds of it. Iris couldn't shake the feeling of absolute dread. What if Draco Malfoy knew her secret? Would he tell Eva? What would she say? Disown her for sure. Pureblood or not, no wizard or witch liked werewolves. Oh, curse the day she was turned! How she wished she could be normal.
"You okay?" Eva asked suddenly, snapping Iris out of her thoughts. Iris looked over to her friend's worried face and nodded, smiling. Eva smiled too and hugged her. "You're the greatest friend a girl could ask for. You always know what to say. You've helped me clear my mind." Iris hugged back and wondered if Eva would think the same even after she found out what she was.
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Fred was furious! George was practically jogging to keep up with his brother's pace as they headed back to the tower. They had overheard Eva's little outburst and confession. George couldn't blame his brother for being angry but he was scared he would murder the little Malfoy git.
"Come on, Fred! Calm down. Everything'll be fine," George said as his brother burst angrily into their dorm.
"Alright! She fancies him!" Fred bellowed making George flinch. He always did hate his brother's temper. "You heard her! He's a Malfoy, George! He's got money and he's pureblood. They're perfect for each other!" Fred sat sadly on his bed.
"Come on now. Be fair to yourself. You're a hell of a lot better looking," George said sitting next to his brother. "Besides she really fancies you. She's a bit confused but that's common in girls."
"Easy for you to say, your only competition is that git Percy," Fred said angrily. "Some competition, that is." George winced a little at the mention of his older brother.
"Look, if she really does fancy him then you'll just have to woo her and remind her you're better," George said happily. "I know just what you can do!" Fred turned to his brother and couldn't help but feel hope.
"What do you have in mind?"
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The next morning, Eva decided to sit with her own House at the Slytherin table at breakfast. Iris knew she was feeling torn between her friendship with Iris and the Twins, and her loyalty to her House. Iris was not at all fazed by this; if anything, she thought it healthy that her friend was spending time with her Housemates. But she couldn't help but notice the fact that Eva spent most of the morning engaged in conversation with the Malfoy boy. For the most part, Eva was smiling, which to Iris meant that he hadn't spilled her secret. That was a good thing. As long as Eva was smiling everything was okay.
From down the Gryffindor table, however, Fred Weasley was anything but smiling. If looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would be sprawled on the ground, heart ripped from his chest and smeared all over the wall.
"You've gotta calm down, mate," George chided. "The First Years are getting worried."
"Yeah, well…" Fred dismissed, forcing himself to look down at his plate of untouched food. He felt like crap when Eva spoke to Malfoy. What did she see in him anyway? A handsome face? Wealth? Slytherin lineage? With each additional possibility, Fred grew more and more depressed.
"Oi!" George shook Fred. "Snap out of it. That bloke's got nothing on you. Besides, after tonight you will have nothing to worry about."
George watched as the corners of Fred's mouth pulled back in a small smile. The twins had spent half the night discussing their plans for wooing the two Second Years with whom they had taken immediate fancies to. It was all worked out.
"There you go," George said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "See, you're feeling better already."
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With breakfast done and over with, Iris and Eva met together in the entrance hall and attended Transfiguration together. Iris was happy to once again be in the presence of her Head of House. Professor McGonagall was a highly respected witch for whom Iris felt a growing wave of affection. Sure, her classes were challenging, but the two girls felt all the better for it.
Half-way through the lesson on transforming mice into pin-cushions, Iris, who was sitting by the window, noticed a commotion coming from outside. When McGonagall turned her back, Iris craned her neck to see what exactly was going on outside. She was surprised to see a crowd of First Year students gathered on the school grounds with brooms in their hands. Obviously a Flying lessons was in progress. But where was Madam Hooch? Upon further examination, Iris noticed that the students seemed to be transfixed by something hovering in the air. Quickly glancing over her shoulder to be sure McGonagall's attention was still on correcting a Hufflepuff girl's wand work; Iris turned back to the window and to her astonishment spotted two boys hovering fifty feet above the ground, riding brooms. Her mouth dropped open when she recognized Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. The two seemed to be exchanging spiteful words with each other.
Knowing that these boys were sure to be punished for flying without the supervision of Madam Hooch, Iris made a decision. Perhaps it was spurred from her growing anxiety that Malfoy would inform Eva of the monster her best friend really was; perhaps it was spurred from her loathing of the Malfoy boy and the fact that the full moon was only a week away and she was growing restless; or perhaps Iris just wanted to see McGonagall's reaction at such disorder on the Flying field. But either way, Iris quickly raised her hand and spoke before she was even called on.
"Professor McGonagall, there are two boys outside on the Flying field riding brooms, and Madam Hooch isn't out there!"
McGonagall quickly rushed to the window just in time to see Harry Potter make a fantastic dive toward the Castle, catching what appeared to be a glass ball in his outstretched hand.
McGonagall looked shell-shocked. "Everyone, remain in your seats and continue to practice your spells. I will be back in a moment." And with that, she hurried out of the classroom.
The moment the students knew McGonagall was out of earshot, they all quickly scurried to the window, pushing each other out of the way, hoping to get a better look. They watched as Harry landed on the ground and was greeted warmly by his fellow classmates for his impressive flying. They watched as McGonagall marched out onto the field and beckoned Harry Potter to follow her. And they watched as Harry Potter, and not Draco Malfoy, was led away into the castle as if being taken to his doom.
Gossip and murmured speculations broke out amongst the students, but when Professor McGonagall reentered the room a few minutes later, she outwardly refused to answer any questions about what had just taken place.
"Reckon she expelled Harry?" Iris whispered to Eva as everyone went back to trying to transform their mice.
"Dunno," Eva replied, shaking her wand furiously as though that might help dislodge the spell from within her wand. "But for being Head of Gryffindor house, she seemed awfully eager to punish Potter and overlook Draco. You know, not that I'm complaining or anything. I'm right glad Draco isn't in trouble. But still, it's a bit odd, don't you think."
"Yeah," Iris said. With only a few minutes left of class, she had completely abandoned all hope of getting the complex spell right, and so resorted to just playing with her mouse on the desk. "If he hasn't been expelled, I'll ask him what exactly McGonagall said to him tonight in the common room."
But Iris never got the chance to ask Harry just what had happened, because while the two best friends were eating dinner in the Great Hall that night, they became sidetracked by something completely unexpected. And it came in the form of the Weasley twins.
"So, I hear this year," Eva said to Iris over a plate of roasted peppers, "we're supposed to learn about the first and second Goblin Rebellions, and those have to be some of my favorite moments in wizarding history ever, and… Something's wrong. Iris, I can't… I can't see anything. I can't see!"
"I can't see anything either, Eva," Iris said, thoroughly confused, though much more calm than Eva. Suddenly her vision had gone dark, as if all the lights in the Great Hall had gone out. "What the bloody hell is going on?"
"Don't worry," came the voice of one of the Weasley twins suddenly beside them.
"Yeah," said the other twin, a smile plain in his voice. "Just a simple blind-fold charm. Nothing to worry about."
"Why?" Eva said, sounding as if she was going to murder whichever Weasley she could get her hands on first.
"Easy, love," came Fred's voice (for George would never call Eva "love"). "It's just a precaution."
"A precaution for what?" Iris asked, reaching out with her hands, wanting to know just where the twins were. She felt her hand touch robes, and Iris blushed when George took her hand in his. Eva too blushed violently as Fred took her hand.
"Now, that would be telling," George said cryptically.
"Just follow us," said Fred, and the two boys rose to their feet, gently guiding Eva and Iris along with them.
For the first few minutes, the girls allowed themselves to be led toward the unknown without asking any questions, but as the minutes slowly ticked by and they seemed no nearer to their destination than when they first began, the two grew anxious.
"Fred Weasley, where are you taking me?" Eva demanded, coming to a standstill and refusing to move another step until she knew what was going on.
But Fred would not answer. And fortunately for him he was much stronger than Eva gave him credit for because he carefully approached a defiant looking Eva and gently lifted her off her feet and carried her the remainder of the way.
After another few minutes (during which, judging by the sounds and temperature of the air around them, the girls were led outside) George stopped Iris where she was and Fred placed Eva back on the ground.
"Okay, what's going on?" Iris said.
But she was met with silence.
"Fred?" Eva called nervously.
"George?" Iris asked. "Where did they go?"
Suddenly, the girls' vision began to clear as the charm was lifted, and they were met with the most dazzling sight they had ever laid eyes on.
They were standing in the middle of the deserted Quidditch Pitch, which was illuminated by about a million fireflies hovering over the field. The sun had set, making the tiny bugs the only light source around. They gasped, taking in the wonderment of the scene.
"You're ride awaits," said the twins in unison from behind Eva and Iris.
They turned to find both Fred and George each holding a broomstick in their hands, smiling broadly.
"Iris, if you would come with me," said George, extending his hand to her. She blushed again as she placed her small hand in his and mounted the broom. George climbed on behind her, and with a quick wink to his twin, kicked off from the ground and slowly circled the pitch with a hugely smiling Iris clinging onto the handle for dear life, but feeling elated with joy nonetheless.
"I do believe it is our turn, m'lady," Fred said, indicating his broom.
Eva wasted no time in climbing on and felt a soaring happiness grow inside her as he too kicked off from the ground and began to relaxingly circle the pitch.
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"It was FANTASTIC!" exclaimed Eva as she and Iris walked into the girl's bathroom. She and Iris had just experienced the most romantic night of their young lives.
"It was," said Iris dreamily. The girls still couldn't wrap their minds around the awesome night they had experienced. Eva reached for the necklace on her neck and held it tenderly. The boys had taken them for a romantic ride around the grounds. Luckily, they hadn't been caught so the night had gone splendidly. They had also snuck down into the kitchens for a bite to eat as well.
"Dios mio, que maravilloso fue!" Eva tended to lapse into other languages when she was excited, Iris noted. Iris could only wonder what she was saying.
"Sure, whatever you say" Iris laughed and Eva hugged her tight. She had missed the other girl and was glad she shared such a wonderful event in her life with her.
"I think Fred is the best man alive. Sicuramente, que si!" Eva exclaimed. Iris only smiled at her friend's happiness. She wish she could feel so surely about George but alas her heart was torn in two.
"What about Malfoy?" Iris couldn't stop herself from asking. Maybe she was unconsciously spiteful. Guilt ate at her when she spotted Eva's frown.
"I like him well enough but I think it's different from how I like Fred," Eva said thoughtfully. "At least por el momento. I'm only 12 almost 13, I can't really make big life altering decisions yet."
"I suppose you're right," Iris nodded. "You must be really hyped up to be slipping back a lot huh?"
"Que? Was meinst du?" Eva asked half-heartedly staring at herself in the mirror.
"Exactly. Since when do you know German?" Iris asked amused. She rather enjoyed her friend speaking in different languages, it taught her things.
"I'm sorry, Iris," Eva laughed facing her friend. "I picked it up from the Evergreen twins. They speak it all the time, so I asked them to teach me. I might as well add another language to my arsenal, right? I'll teach you if you want!"
"No, thanks," said Iris. "That can only end badly. Now come on. It's way past curfew, and you still have to walk all the way down to the dungeons." With that said, both girls made their way to their own house dorms. Eva's way was longer than Iris' and she had to dodge a few prefects along the way.
"Soooooo, Wie war es?" asked Izzy, shoving Eva to wakefulness. Eva glared at her but decided to let her friend know so she wouldn't have to deal with her any longer.
"Great. Now leave me alone," Eva said covering her head with her sheets, thinking the end of it. However, life was not that easy.
"No way, Mädchen. We want details and plenty of them," Alex said. Eva sighed and gave in, smiling. She hoped they wouldn't tease her too much about it.
"Alright, what happened was…"
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While Eva stayed up for the next hour recounting the tale of what her night had held in store for her to the Evergreen twins, Iris made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of the wonderful time she'd had with George. Flying around the pitch and the grounds had been wonderful, but what she'd really enjoyed were the laughs the two had shared along the way. He'd poked fun at her for being so afraid of the heights, and she'd retaliated by kicking up a splash of water at him when they'd flown over the Black Lake. He'd even let her fly the broom for a brief time, although he quickly took control again when they nearly crashed into the Whomping Willow. Flying wasn't Iris's strong suit. The hours that ticked by felt like minutes, and Iris relished the feeling of never wanting to return to the common room again.
But return to the common room she must. So at just after midnight, Iris pulled open the portrait of the Fat Lady and crept quietly inside. The room was deserted, the fire slowly dying in the fireplace. Fred and George had already headed up to bed, leaving the common room entirely empty. She sighed a long sigh of contentment and went to sit in front of the fire. What little flames remained warmed her skin and face, making her feel – if at all possible – even more happy. She closed her eyes, not wanting to go up to bed, not wanting this night to end.
Suddenly from behind her, Iris heard the creaking of the Fat Lady's portrait being swung open and ever so quietly being closed again. She quickly looked behind her, thinking that Fred and George must've made a detour on their way back to the common room and were only now just arriving back, but her breath caught in her throat upon seeing one Percy Weasley sidling into the room, completely unaware of her presence.
Iris thought about saying something, about announcing her presence, but she didn't want to have to explain why she herself was not in bed at this hour. So, she just waited until the Gryffindor Prefect hastily made his way up the spiral staircase and closed the door to the boys' dormitory.
She paused another moment longer. Where had Percy been at this time of night? Prefects weren't allowed to roam the corridors past midnight, and it was already 12:30. What had he been up to? More importantly, what could possibly posses him of all people to break the rules?
She sighed again, then rose from the floor and lazily made her way up to bed. It had been a very interesting night to say the least.
There you go. Chapter ten is complete. But why was Percy returning to the common room so late? It's not like him to take his Prefect duties lightly. Hmm…
And if you're confused by Eva's constant use of different languages, fear not! I am always confused as well. When we write this, Eva throws in the translations for me, but I erase them when I update the story. If you'd like me to, I'll keep the translations in to help make it easier. Just leave a review or PM me, and it will be done. Other than that, we are done here.
Until next time…