You're spoilt, you are! Here's another chapter. Everybody and everything you recognize is a mutated form of JK's stuff. But you know that. I just don't want to get sued!
Lucy also woke to a cat on her stomach, but Socrates was fast asleep. He barely stirred as she shoved him off, gathered her clothes and bolted for the shower. When she had finished her ablutions and emerged into the common room, nobody except Hermione was there. Her brown-haired companion was apparently deeply engrossed in a book, only glancing up when Lucy tapped her on the shoulder. "Hallo."
"Yeah, hello, 'Mione. Have you seen Evan?"
"I heard Ron say he was already gone when they woke up."
Lucy gave her a look of mock-horror. "What? Ron Weasley got out of bed before me?"
Hermione just grinned and shrugged before turning her eyes back to the pages.
The other girl watched her for a minute, then firmly reached out and prised the book from her fingers.
"Wha…"
"Breakfast," said Lucy, slowly and clearly. "Have. You. Had. Breakfast?"
"Err…no," said Hermione.
Lucy threw the heavy tome aside. "Well then," she remarked brightly. "Let's go!"
She marched Hermione out of the common room.
There was a miniature football match in progress on the lawn in front of the castle. Two jackets marked a wide goal, in front of which Evan was standing, grinning. Justin Finch-Fletchley, Dean Thomas and Neville were scattered in a rough circle, smirking in a very knowing sort of way, around Draco, who was gazing intently at a black and white muggle football immediately in front of him. As the girls halted next to Ptolemy's dozing form to watch, he made a running kick at it. It whacked into Evan's chest, as the black-haired boy suddenly moved to where he hadn't been a second ago. "Nice shot."
"Better save," Draco grinned.
"I've been practicing for longer." Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Lucy!" He threw her the ball. "'Bout time you woke up."
She caught it, dropped it onto the grass in front of her and aimed a swift kick. "I like to take my time on my weekends."
Evan trapped it under one foot and grinned. "Must be something in the air here. You were always up at the crack of dawn back home."
"That's because I have to get out of the house before Mum and Dad wake up or I wind up eating cold porridge with them."
"So you only love me for my larder?"
"That's right. If your mum wasn't such a great cook I wouldn't give you the time of day."
"I'm glad we cleared that up."
He gave the ball back to Dean Thomas, who thanked him for not being another Qudditch hooligan. He, Justin and Neville began talking Hotspurs and Man-U, and Seamus rolled his eyes and left to find Ron Weasley. Evan led his friends towards the lake and dropped down in the shade of a leafy tree.
"Lucy," said Draco suddenly. "What do your parents do?"
She made a face. "Mum works for his dad," she replied, nodding at Evan. "As a secretary. Dad, well…he's tried everything. Wanted to be an Auror, and that didn't work out. Wanted to play Quidditch for England, and that definitely didn't work out." She paused. "What about your mum? Does she work?"
Draco shrugged. "She does embroidery…bit of dress-making. Mostly I think we live off the family money…and I think she has a friend from school who helps her out. I think it's a bloke, but I've never met him."
"Think there's some funny business going on at yours?" Evan grinned lazily.
Draco's face was comical. "Gross! That's my mum!"
"Sorry," he murmured.
"Your turn, Evan," Draco continued, poking the dark-haired boy with his foot. "Everybody knows about…about your Dad. What does your mum do?"
Evan's green eyes flickered left and right, and he carefully touched his lips with the tip of his tongue. "She's an Unspeakable," he said finally. "But we're not supposed to talk about it. She's quite important there, you see. So don't say anything. All right?"
They nodded solemnly. "Wow," murmured Draco. "Your family is…"
"Way cool?" Lucy suggested.
"What's an Unspeakable?" Hermione blurted, then looked mortified that she had revealed a gap in her knowledge.
Evan took her hand. "Hermione, relaxing again. I am – we all are – truly touched that you trust us enough to stay here and admit that there are things in heaven and earth not found within your philosophy."
"Shakespeare," grinned Hermione. "Hamlet. Shut up and answer the question."
"Unspeakables," Draco said. "Department of Mysteries."
"Top secret," Lucy added. "Nobody really knows what they get up to, not even their families. You can bet I would have had it out of Evan by now if he did know."
"She uses the coaxing voice," Evan explained. "I find it very hard to refuse her anything when she uses the coaxing voice.