Ello, thought I'd say something. I'm trying not ta get inta the nasty habit of cluttering up the top of the screen. Since I'm going farther into the story now, and I'm past the first little bits, I'll be flipping back and fourth through scenes... the Scenes will be divided... okay? just thought you would like ta know.
On with the story!
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The Silence of Trust
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George just looked at her, not believing her words. Mr. Weasely was stunned into silence as well, and Fred looked up from the counter.
"I'm sorry Miss Greu," he said snidely, glaring at her slightly. "But you cannot work here... is that understood?"
She looked at him long and hard, before smiling brightly at him.
"I have already been hired," she said, bells underneath her voice. "As tradition, I get two weeks notice... I end my work in two weeks, do I not?"
"You were never hired," Fred answered, glaring slightly at the girl. She stepped towards him, up to the countertop. She unclasped her cloak, putting it on the counter, revealing a white, flowing top overtop of nicely fitting muggle-jeans.
Her hair reached down her her ankles.
"You father said I was hired," she answered, her smile never leaving her lips.
Time seemed to stop as Fred considered it. His eyes never left her crimson ones, and her smile slowly slipped from her face, replaced by a neutural glance that never left his. Her eyes became heavy, half-lidded... he could only imagine that he looked the same.
"Come on Fred!" It was George. Snapping out of the trance-like state, Fred looked up at his twin. "Lets give her a chance... two weeks. Please?"
"Please?" She asked as well, the smile finding it's way back to her lips. Fred couldn't help but admire it, no matter how much he already didn't like her...
No one who knew a Malfoy could be good.
"Two weeks," he found himself saying. "Two weeks and your out of here."
"Yay!" She laughed, bells loud in his ears as she managed to somehow be kneeling on the counter and hugging him tightly. He pulled her arms from around his neck hastily, and backed up.
She still had that smile.
"You'll be out sooner if you try any funny business."
Smiling at him still, she turned, letting her legs dangle off of the counter. She looked around as it started to rain, droplets pelting the windows.
"What sort of charms to use..." he heard her mumble to herself. He ignored her, and checked the cash register. "...I wonder..."
"Well, I best be off," Mr. Weasely said, smiling at the girl. "Miss Greu, I'm trusting you to keep my boys safe... and I should too. Alastor speaks highly of you."
"Say hello to Madeye for me," she asked him. Fred knew she still had that smile on... he just knew.
With a loud crack, Mr. Weasely disapparated, and George, almost shyly, walked up to the counter.
"So... your an Auror, are you?" Fred almost snorted; his brother was trying to flirt.
"Mhm," she nodded. "Ministry came up with a special case, needed some powerful, unusual magic to protect said case, and here I am."
"Malfoy is a special case?" Fred snapped. Her eyes rounded on him. They held laughter and other things that he couldn't understand... Fred couldn't remember looking up to meet them.
"Very special," she said, almost softly. "He needs a lot of help... he's in a lot of danger."
"Malfoy -is- danger."
"Draco."
"What?"
"His name is Draco," her smile grew, and she leaned closer to him, and tapped his nose. "Forget the name Malfoy; He has abandoned it."
"I'll never forget the things that slimy git has done," Fred said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah," George agreed. Fred knew he just wanted her attention again. "You should of heard some of the things he's done to our brother and his friends! Blimey! I bet he's the evilest person alive, aside from his father."
"He's my friend," she said, looking at George with her smile, batting her eyes at him cutely.
Fred almost felt his blood boil. Instead, he went to flip the sign in the window, so that it said 'open'.
"I trust him as my friend," she continued. "And he has changed."
"Yeah, you might be right there," Fred rolled his eyes as George agreed with her. "Time can change people..."
"Time and magic," he could hear her nod her head... he knew she did. "So... you won't mind when he comes here today?"
Fred stopped. Draco Malfoy, spawn of Lucius Malfoy, arch-nemisis to his entire family, coming to his shop?
"No," he snarled, his eyes locking with her's. He didn't remember turning around to glare at her... "He is -not- coming here."
"Has to," she said pointedly, raising her chin. "The charms I put on him only last 24 hours. Then he'll be back out in Diagon Ally, and won't bother you for the rest of the day. I expect you to be civil and speak with him."
"You aren't my mother," Fred snapped back at her. "And I will not be civil with a Malfoy!"
She just started at him. Fred didn't remember for how long, but he could feel himself slipping off into a trance like before. Finally, she nodded, and looked back at George. She smiled at him, and they continued talking.
Taking a sharp breath, Fred flipped the sign in the door, and then started to make sure all the shelves were stocked.
This was going to be a long day...
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A few hours later, the girl, Shin, still wore her smile. George got along with her fabulously. It was as if he were in love...
"That girl is great..." George said to Fred, a goofy grin on his face. "I mean... she's -really- great..."
"You've been saying that for the past hour," Fred said boredly. Sure, him and George were inceprable, but everyone had their differences. "Could you stop acting like a love-struck git?"
"Maybe I am one..."
"You've known her for barely a day. Bloody hell, barely half a day! You can't love her."
"But it -feels- like I love her... what else could I be feeling?"
"The urge to get into her pants?"
It wasn't Fred who spoke...
"What? No!" both of the twins looked up to the door, to see none other then Draco Malfoy... "Why would you say that?"
Fred glared at his brother slightly, for speaking -civilized- to a -Malfoy-... Instead of commenting, he stormed away to one of the backrooms.
"Something about her makes most people lust over her," Malfoy said. Fred tried to block them out, but they spoke too loudly.
"Oh... really? Oh, um, I'm George. Since Shin said you have changed an' all..." he could imagine that George had his hand out to be shook.
There was a small pause.
"I'm Draco," Malfoy said formally. Fred could of puked. "I'm glad that you listened to her... hey um... I'm sorry about what I've done in the past, to you and your brothers and such..."
'And Ginny,' Fred added mentally. He slammed down a jar a little too hard, and it broke open. Sighing, he started to clean up the mess he made...
"Would you like some help?" he froze for the second time that day. Closing his eyes for a second, he looked up at her.
She sat, perched on the table he was at, head cocked cutely to the side as she watched him. He could only guess for how long...
"I'll be fine," he grunted.
"Please let me help you?" her voice was soft... pleading... not the tone she used with George.
"Look, I don't know what sort of charm your trying to throw over me, but I am -not- going to be -civil- with a -Malfoy-. End of story."
Abandoning the broken jar, he stood up and went back to the main shop with some more supplied, continuing to re-stock the shelves as if nothing had happened.
Shin just smiled as she watched him go, and slipped off of the table to clean up.
"You haven't realised..." she mumbled. "But your silence already did it..."
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Draco grinned as he spoke with George. He didn't know how she did it... but she had one of the famous Weasely Twins speaking with him like old friends, and the other sinking into an uncomfortable silence.
He had been expecting a few broken ribs and a black eye.
"It's alright Draco," George said, smiling like a mad man. "You are forgiven; gotta give a man a chance, right? Now, me and Fred here, we didn't do a lotta good things either, and yet your givin us a chance."
'More like you'll do anything for Shin... but yes, this should be a nice change...'
"Yes," was all Draco dared to say.
"Drake!" Shin said, coming out of the backroom a minute or two after Fred did. Fred started to mock her voice under his breath, and continued stalking shelves. "Sorry I took so long... where were you planning on going today?"
Draco only shrugged.
"Oh, now, that won't do," she said, pursing her lips. She went to her cloak, which was just behind the counter, and pulled a small leather pouch from it. She tossed it to Draco. "You go buy some books you think you might need for school and start reading them, and get yourself lunch. I'll be back tonight for dinner. Alright?"
"Yes mother," Draco said sarcastically. He opened up the pouch, to see a couple of handfuls of galleons. "Do I need this much?"
"Mhm," Shin said, finding some dust on the counter and starting to clean it away.
"What's the matter Malfoy, starting to take charity now?" Fred snapped over his shoulder.
Draco didn't answer.
"What sort of books do you think I'll need?" he continued, not even looking at Fred.
"Dumbledore said something about a nice, long unite in Faery Magic," Shin said with a secret little grin. "Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Should of known..." Draco muttered to himself, and turned to leave...
Then he was on the ground.
"You didn't answer me to filty little-"
"Fred Weasely!" It happened too fast for him to comprehend proberly, and be blinked a few times, looking up. Shin was standing over him, glaring at one of the Weasely Twins, who looked about ready to kill.
He touched his jaw carefully, and couldn't stop from flinching. It was broken.
"I ask you to act civil and this is what you do?" she continued to stare him, straight in the eyes. Draco would of grinned, but if hurt.
"Here champ," George said, scooping down to help him up. Shakily he stood, and then regained him composure.
He wasn't as tall as them, but he was close. Shin, the most intimidating of the bunch, looked small and frail compared to them, like a porcilean doll.
He noticed that the two were still looking at each other...
"I best be going now," he placed a hand on Shin's shoulder, bringing her out of Fred's gaze to smile up at him prettily. He could see Fred glare out of the corner of his eye. "I'll see you tonight."
Out of respect and habit, he leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. Pulling away, he watched her smile grow, and she nodded. Draco nodded back and started to leave.
Fred was in his way...
"If you must call me by my last name," Draco said, pushing past him. "Then I would rather be called a Black then a Malfoy."
With that, he left.
He didn't remember bells on the door when he came in...
On with the story!
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The Silence of Trust
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George just looked at her, not believing her words. Mr. Weasely was stunned into silence as well, and Fred looked up from the counter.
"I'm sorry Miss Greu," he said snidely, glaring at her slightly. "But you cannot work here... is that understood?"
She looked at him long and hard, before smiling brightly at him.
"I have already been hired," she said, bells underneath her voice. "As tradition, I get two weeks notice... I end my work in two weeks, do I not?"
"You were never hired," Fred answered, glaring slightly at the girl. She stepped towards him, up to the countertop. She unclasped her cloak, putting it on the counter, revealing a white, flowing top overtop of nicely fitting muggle-jeans.
Her hair reached down her her ankles.
"You father said I was hired," she answered, her smile never leaving her lips.
Time seemed to stop as Fred considered it. His eyes never left her crimson ones, and her smile slowly slipped from her face, replaced by a neutural glance that never left his. Her eyes became heavy, half-lidded... he could only imagine that he looked the same.
"Come on Fred!" It was George. Snapping out of the trance-like state, Fred looked up at his twin. "Lets give her a chance... two weeks. Please?"
"Please?" She asked as well, the smile finding it's way back to her lips. Fred couldn't help but admire it, no matter how much he already didn't like her...
No one who knew a Malfoy could be good.
"Two weeks," he found himself saying. "Two weeks and your out of here."
"Yay!" She laughed, bells loud in his ears as she managed to somehow be kneeling on the counter and hugging him tightly. He pulled her arms from around his neck hastily, and backed up.
She still had that smile.
"You'll be out sooner if you try any funny business."
Smiling at him still, she turned, letting her legs dangle off of the counter. She looked around as it started to rain, droplets pelting the windows.
"What sort of charms to use..." he heard her mumble to herself. He ignored her, and checked the cash register. "...I wonder..."
"Well, I best be off," Mr. Weasely said, smiling at the girl. "Miss Greu, I'm trusting you to keep my boys safe... and I should too. Alastor speaks highly of you."
"Say hello to Madeye for me," she asked him. Fred knew she still had that smile on... he just knew.
With a loud crack, Mr. Weasely disapparated, and George, almost shyly, walked up to the counter.
"So... your an Auror, are you?" Fred almost snorted; his brother was trying to flirt.
"Mhm," she nodded. "Ministry came up with a special case, needed some powerful, unusual magic to protect said case, and here I am."
"Malfoy is a special case?" Fred snapped. Her eyes rounded on him. They held laughter and other things that he couldn't understand... Fred couldn't remember looking up to meet them.
"Very special," she said, almost softly. "He needs a lot of help... he's in a lot of danger."
"Malfoy -is- danger."
"Draco."
"What?"
"His name is Draco," her smile grew, and she leaned closer to him, and tapped his nose. "Forget the name Malfoy; He has abandoned it."
"I'll never forget the things that slimy git has done," Fred said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah," George agreed. Fred knew he just wanted her attention again. "You should of heard some of the things he's done to our brother and his friends! Blimey! I bet he's the evilest person alive, aside from his father."
"He's my friend," she said, looking at George with her smile, batting her eyes at him cutely.
Fred almost felt his blood boil. Instead, he went to flip the sign in the window, so that it said 'open'.
"I trust him as my friend," she continued. "And he has changed."
"Yeah, you might be right there," Fred rolled his eyes as George agreed with her. "Time can change people..."
"Time and magic," he could hear her nod her head... he knew she did. "So... you won't mind when he comes here today?"
Fred stopped. Draco Malfoy, spawn of Lucius Malfoy, arch-nemisis to his entire family, coming to his shop?
"No," he snarled, his eyes locking with her's. He didn't remember turning around to glare at her... "He is -not- coming here."
"Has to," she said pointedly, raising her chin. "The charms I put on him only last 24 hours. Then he'll be back out in Diagon Ally, and won't bother you for the rest of the day. I expect you to be civil and speak with him."
"You aren't my mother," Fred snapped back at her. "And I will not be civil with a Malfoy!"
She just started at him. Fred didn't remember for how long, but he could feel himself slipping off into a trance like before. Finally, she nodded, and looked back at George. She smiled at him, and they continued talking.
Taking a sharp breath, Fred flipped the sign in the door, and then started to make sure all the shelves were stocked.
This was going to be a long day...
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A few hours later, the girl, Shin, still wore her smile. George got along with her fabulously. It was as if he were in love...
"That girl is great..." George said to Fred, a goofy grin on his face. "I mean... she's -really- great..."
"You've been saying that for the past hour," Fred said boredly. Sure, him and George were inceprable, but everyone had their differences. "Could you stop acting like a love-struck git?"
"Maybe I am one..."
"You've known her for barely a day. Bloody hell, barely half a day! You can't love her."
"But it -feels- like I love her... what else could I be feeling?"
"The urge to get into her pants?"
It wasn't Fred who spoke...
"What? No!" both of the twins looked up to the door, to see none other then Draco Malfoy... "Why would you say that?"
Fred glared at his brother slightly, for speaking -civilized- to a -Malfoy-... Instead of commenting, he stormed away to one of the backrooms.
"Something about her makes most people lust over her," Malfoy said. Fred tried to block them out, but they spoke too loudly.
"Oh... really? Oh, um, I'm George. Since Shin said you have changed an' all..." he could imagine that George had his hand out to be shook.
There was a small pause.
"I'm Draco," Malfoy said formally. Fred could of puked. "I'm glad that you listened to her... hey um... I'm sorry about what I've done in the past, to you and your brothers and such..."
'And Ginny,' Fred added mentally. He slammed down a jar a little too hard, and it broke open. Sighing, he started to clean up the mess he made...
"Would you like some help?" he froze for the second time that day. Closing his eyes for a second, he looked up at her.
She sat, perched on the table he was at, head cocked cutely to the side as she watched him. He could only guess for how long...
"I'll be fine," he grunted.
"Please let me help you?" her voice was soft... pleading... not the tone she used with George.
"Look, I don't know what sort of charm your trying to throw over me, but I am -not- going to be -civil- with a -Malfoy-. End of story."
Abandoning the broken jar, he stood up and went back to the main shop with some more supplied, continuing to re-stock the shelves as if nothing had happened.
Shin just smiled as she watched him go, and slipped off of the table to clean up.
"You haven't realised..." she mumbled. "But your silence already did it..."
-
Draco grinned as he spoke with George. He didn't know how she did it... but she had one of the famous Weasely Twins speaking with him like old friends, and the other sinking into an uncomfortable silence.
He had been expecting a few broken ribs and a black eye.
"It's alright Draco," George said, smiling like a mad man. "You are forgiven; gotta give a man a chance, right? Now, me and Fred here, we didn't do a lotta good things either, and yet your givin us a chance."
'More like you'll do anything for Shin... but yes, this should be a nice change...'
"Yes," was all Draco dared to say.
"Drake!" Shin said, coming out of the backroom a minute or two after Fred did. Fred started to mock her voice under his breath, and continued stalking shelves. "Sorry I took so long... where were you planning on going today?"
Draco only shrugged.
"Oh, now, that won't do," she said, pursing her lips. She went to her cloak, which was just behind the counter, and pulled a small leather pouch from it. She tossed it to Draco. "You go buy some books you think you might need for school and start reading them, and get yourself lunch. I'll be back tonight for dinner. Alright?"
"Yes mother," Draco said sarcastically. He opened up the pouch, to see a couple of handfuls of galleons. "Do I need this much?"
"Mhm," Shin said, finding some dust on the counter and starting to clean it away.
"What's the matter Malfoy, starting to take charity now?" Fred snapped over his shoulder.
Draco didn't answer.
"What sort of books do you think I'll need?" he continued, not even looking at Fred.
"Dumbledore said something about a nice, long unite in Faery Magic," Shin said with a secret little grin. "Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Should of known..." Draco muttered to himself, and turned to leave...
Then he was on the ground.
"You didn't answer me to filty little-"
"Fred Weasely!" It happened too fast for him to comprehend proberly, and be blinked a few times, looking up. Shin was standing over him, glaring at one of the Weasely Twins, who looked about ready to kill.
He touched his jaw carefully, and couldn't stop from flinching. It was broken.
"I ask you to act civil and this is what you do?" she continued to stare him, straight in the eyes. Draco would of grinned, but if hurt.
"Here champ," George said, scooping down to help him up. Shakily he stood, and then regained him composure.
He wasn't as tall as them, but he was close. Shin, the most intimidating of the bunch, looked small and frail compared to them, like a porcilean doll.
He noticed that the two were still looking at each other...
"I best be going now," he placed a hand on Shin's shoulder, bringing her out of Fred's gaze to smile up at him prettily. He could see Fred glare out of the corner of his eye. "I'll see you tonight."
Out of respect and habit, he leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. Pulling away, he watched her smile grow, and she nodded. Draco nodded back and started to leave.
Fred was in his way...
"If you must call me by my last name," Draco said, pushing past him. "Then I would rather be called a Black then a Malfoy."
With that, he left.
He didn't remember bells on the door when he came in...