Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was. Margaret Mitchell (1900 - 1949)
Chapter 2- Reputation
It was Draco's first day of real work under the watchful eyes of the two Weasleys. To say he was dreading it would be an understatement. He was still harbouring the feelings from yesterday and he still couldn't understand them. Maybe George...err.. Weasley had put a spell on him? It seemed quite impossible but Draco decided to believe that it was truth. He picked up his scarf and wand and walked into the cool wintery weather. It was fairly chilly the first week of winter.
Draco was a strong, handsome 18 year old. He had finished his schooling with extremely high marks but was unable to further his schooling as a potions master or even an auror or even work in the ministry. His father and the dark lord had ruined that for him.
Draco sighed and walked down the road a bit, lost in his thoughts. He stopped in front of the quidditch store and stared gloomily at the newest broom model, the Jaguar. He shunned himself for looking at the broom and making him want it. Draco walked on in a gloomy haze, silently dreading getting to work.
George was sitting on his bed reading a magazine, occasionally lazily drifting off, eyes towards the heavens. On the off chance when he did drift off, his thoughts found a common subject, a beautiful platinum blond boy with silver eyes. They would all start the same, George sitting on a bench thinking deeply, Draco's arms wrapping round him and the two drawing in close, lips almost touching. As soon as they got closer, George would realise what he was doing, shake his head and go back to reading his magazine. He was getting bored so he decided to study for his new joke. He picked up a herbology book and began to read. The current page that he was reading was titled, "The Draconis".
His thoughts drifted again. George shook his head again and went back to reading. About a paragraph into the page, he slammed down the book. "ARGHH!" George yelled, attracting the attention of his twin. "George! Why are you bloody yelling?" Fred shot from the kitchen where he was preparing lunch. A mess of red hair poked out from the doorway followed by the one and only Fred Weasley. He was currently wearing an apron and oven mitts, his shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail at the back of his neck. The only way you could tell the twins apart from eachother was by their hair. Fred had his long flaming red hair where as George had short fiery red hair. They both had startling blue eyes.Each had toned bodies and strong muscles from quidditch and a HUGE sense of humor. They always have something interesting going on in their life.
"George? Hello? Earth to George!" Fred waved his oven mitted hand (A/N is oven mitted a word?) in front of his twin's face. George slapped it out of his face and glared at his twin."I'm fine!" George snapped back. Fred smiled an all kniwing smile, a Weasley trademark. "Dreaming about a certain blond employee?" Fred asked. smirking. George's eyes opened in horror. "How did you know?" He asked, fear evident in his voice. "How? Because I know you as well as you know yourself and I heard you one night in your sleep," Fred muttered. "Besides, I like a younger guy too," He said this even quieter. George looked up into his brother's blue eyes. They shared a connection and they had since they were young. But their connection had never been this strong. They could literally feel the power radiating from each other. An understanding.
If you had been watching the two brothers as they connected, you would have seen a strange thing. A pure white light surrounded them, with strays of blue. It was even weirder when it changed to pure silver when their connection deepened. It was brotherly love that connected them.
George broke the connection and hugged his brother, whispering thanks. Suddenly, the smell of burning entered the bedroom. Fred gasped. "MY MUFFINS!" He yelled, bolting to the kitchen to his beloved muffins. George laughed a hearty laugh and got up from his bed. It was a work day and therefore he had to get ready. George sighed and looked at his clock. He nearly fainted when he read the time. He was late! It was his business (and his brother's) and HE was late! George became a blur as he rushed about the room grabbing this and putting away that. It was a comical scene.
Draco reached the store. He pushed on the door but it was locked. Draco looked around and then tried opening it again. "Alohamora!" (sp?) He whispered loudly as an older couple walked by, staring suspiciously at him. Draco frowned. His silver eyes wandered to the shop window. He looked inside but saw nothing. He knocked on the door but no one answered. The blonde began to kick and hit the door as well as scream and shout. By passers hurried on, slightly afraid of the maniacal boy. The door finally opened and Draco fell through. He shut his eyes tight as the ground came closer...but he never hit the ground. He looked up only to see George Weasley holding him...closely. Draco began to sweat at the close proximity.
George was currently holding on to the blond boy who was causing a ruckas outside. His blond hair was all out of place from the wind and his tantrum. Draco's pale cheeks were rosy from the harsh weather and his eyes seemed more blue today. George had to hold his urge to snog the boy right then and there. He pushed the boy back up from his current position and asked, "Are you bout ready to get to work now?" George asked, sucking on a lolly.
Thankfully George didn't notice that Draco was blushing. It would ruin his already ruined reputation. Draco starightened himself out and brushed the snow from his cloak. He didn't answer but George continued anyways. Draco sighed. This was going to be a long day.
George looked back at the handsome blond. Him and Draco were never meant to be. A Weasley and a Malfoy. IT would ruin both family's reputations. He sighed. This is going to be a long day.
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