Devotion

Written by Bunnyyyy
Disclaimer Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling.
Shipping Draco/OC
Rating PG 13
Author's Note: So I haven't gotten any reviews, and it's a bit disappointing but I kind of expected that. The beginning is slow and I apologize for that. But if you do happen to read this far and some-what enjoy what you read, please leave me some reviews! Oh, when you get to the part about wands, you'll most likely have a few questions. Don't worry, it'll be explained in the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Three Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

"Ah!"

I screamed as I felt myself spin around and around in circles. I just hated traveling like this, but it certainly beat cars or planes. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten before this.

It wasn't long before I found myself sliding out of the fireplace into a damp, shaggy looking place. I pulled myself up into a stand only to notice my outfit covered in dust. Beautiful. I dusted off whatever I could before allowing my eyes to adjust too my current settings. There weren't many people inside; just a few wizards chatting and some people around my age laughing as they exited the building. My graceful entrance didn't seem to catch anyone's attention. I was thankful for that. I glanced around and noticed a dirty looking bar and a few tables spread out in the room. It wasn't all that appealing.

Ugh, I don't even know where to go.

I silently panicked a little as I followed a group of people out the back door to a brick wall. From the sign outside, I had been in the Leaky Cauldron. What an attractive name. I turned back to the group of people to see them hovering near a brick wall. There was no where else to go but back inside. What the hell? Everyone who had left earlier went out this way, yet they weren't here. I watched as a girl took out her wand and tapped at the bricks. Three up, two across. An archway opened up.

Within a minute, I realized what an amazing place Diagon Alley really was. There were so many people just shopping, talking, laughing, and running around. Although it was fairly crowded, I didn't feel the least bit claustrophobic. Surprise to me. The smiles and laughter from the crowds seemed to emit a sense of joy, and I couldn't help but grin and suddenly feel perfectly at ease. There were shops after shops with all sorts of fascinating things to buy. This beat the muggle malls by a long shot.

For some reason, I was hoping I'd be able to spot those blue-grey eyes and platinum hair amongst all these people. But unfortunately, I only saw a few cute guys. After wasting 15 minutes just window shopping and admiring everything in awe, I decided that I should start some real shopping like planned.

"Oh! They allow pets? Awesome, I wanna get something cute," I said to myself as I read off the list. Maybe I should stop talking to myself out loud; people were starting to look at me.

As if luck were on my side, I walked a few paces before spotting a tiny looking pet shop. But like all the other shops, looks can be deceiving. I entered the shop with wide eyes as I saw three floors full of different animals.

The second floor held majority of the cats. I grinned as I spotted a smoky black kitten in a small pen. It was absolutely adorable with round, black, shiny eyes and a petite nose. I eagerly asked a worker if I could purchase the kitten before handing over the money in exchange for the cat. The lady at the counter had said that the kitten was already a few months old and was as big as it would ever get. That was fine by me. Carrying her around wouldn't be a problem; she was so light!

Outside, I found an empty bench and plopped down on it. I held the kitten gently in my lap.

"So uh… what should I name you? Smokey? Fluffy? Burnt? Ouch, okay! I was joking!" I rubbed my hand where she had scratched me. What a jerk.

"How 'bout I be so original and name you after an anime cat? Luna. We good?"

In response, she hopped off my lap and dashed into the crowd.

"Oh my fricken god, Luna! Come back!"

I raced after her into a random shop after bumping into quite a few people. I heard a few grunts and yells from people. Some people even shoved me back, but I soon found myself inside another huge shop. The shop was filled with lots of young guys who stood drooling over the different brooms. There were also a lot of posters and stuff for various Quidditch teams. I was never really fond of Quidditch since that day I nearly fell off my broom when trying to play it with a group of friends some two years ago. I suck at sports.

I finally spotted Luna near a pile of Quidditch robes.

"Luna!" I ran over to her, not taking notice of the guy who she was playing with. She spotted me, meowed happily, and immediately leaped into my arms. She had taken me off guard and I nearly dropped her.

"So that's your cat?"

I looked up only to have a faint gasp escape my lips. I looked into the eyes I had seen the day I moved out here. They were blue-grey and ever so piercing up-close. In shock, I could only respond with a small nod.

He chuckled slightly as he extended his hand, "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I couldn't help but laugh inside my head as an image of James Bond flashed before my eyes.

I hesitantly took his awfully cold hand and let him shake my hand, "I'm Evaleen Bettencourt."

"That's a lovely name."

I felt my cheeks burn two shades of red. How embarrassing! But I managed an inaudible "thank you."

Draco looked me up and down, causing my face to burn even more, before saying, "You're not exactly from around here, are you?"

Keeping eye contact was getting too hard. I looked away and shook my head.

"I thought so. American?"

I gave a more defined nod this time.

"I like your accent."

This made me give him the "what the fuck" look.

"R-really?"

He liked my accent? I've barely said anything! Besides, he's the one with the hot accent.

"Yes," he said with another laugh. "I assume you're shopping for school supplies?"'

"Yeah, I'm going to Hogwarts, but I don't know my way around here very well. So far I've only gotten a pet," I scratched Luna's neck.

"Spendid! I'll help; I did my shopping a week ago, so this shouldn't take long."

No way! He was offering to help me shopping? This was awesome! But I couldn't help but let that pathetic shy side leak out.

"You don't have to. I mean – If you really want to…"

He started to head for the door, "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? Hand me your supply list, please. I don't remember everything we need this year."

I yanked open my purse and fumbled around until I felt the parchment at the bottom. After handing it to him, I watched him scan the list.

"Well, seeing as to how you haven't really gotten any of this, we have a lot of things to buy. Better get started."

First, he claimed robes would be important. Since Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was only a few shops away, that's where he led me to. He did all the talking for me. I stood beside him as he talked quickly with Madam Malkin and explained why I had no Hogwarts school robes at all. She nodded and quickly had me stand on a small stool where she started taking my measurements. Draco stood a few feet away with an amused smile as he watched.

Next door was Flourish & Blotts. Draco said I'd be able to purchase all the books here. The inside was a little overwhelming; there were shelves stacked to the ceiling and books scattered along the walk ways. It amazed me that, with the help of an assistant, we were able to gather all the books on my list.

On the way to the Cauldron shop, I couldn't help but noticed as other teenage wizards and witches eyed us in shock. What's their problem?

"So Evaleen… where in America had you been living in?"

I turned my gaze away from all the bystanders and smiled at him. Happy memories started to play in my head.

"Can you call me Evie? I sorta hate the name Evaleen. And I'm from California."

He made a face, "I don't think there's anything wrong at all with your name. But if you insist. You know, I've never been to the United States."

My eyes widened, "Really? Well… personally I'd suggest Hawaii if you were to ever visit. It's beautiful there! Clear water and everything."

He laughed, "Sounds nice. Maybe I'll consider going there after school is done. Hm."

I eyed him, "Hm?"

We entered the shop.

He shrugged, "Nothing. So how do you like living in our neighborhood?"

I pondered the thought.

"Well I can honestly tell you that it's a shit load different than where I used to live. There's so much space! And the houses – I mean mansions are just so big. It's a bit overwhelming."

He laughed again, "You'll get used to it. I hope you continue living close by for a while. I can invite you over sometime. My father would be pleased so have you as a guest."

I blushed and nodded.

After another hour, I had three sets of robes, a retarded pointed hat, protective gloves, a winter cloak, a cauldron, a set of crystal phials, one telescope, and a set of brass scales. The last thing I needed was a new wand. Now that I thought about it, I did have some of these things already. But I sort of left them back in the homelands. Oh well.

"Draco, do they sell wands there?"

His eyes followed where I had pointed before spotting Ollivander's.

"Ah yes. I had forgotten where that store was; I haven't been there in years."

As I made my way through the crowd with Draco, I ended up bumping into someone and dropping everything I had in my arms. Luckily Luna leaped out of the way before a book had a chance to squish her.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! Here, let me help you," a smooth voice said.

I looked up to see a guy around my age with messy black hair and green eyes. But his hair failed to conceal the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He bent down and tried to help me pick up everything I had dropped. Lightning scar… why was that sending off alarms in my head?

"Piss off Potter! You're not needed here!"

A-ha! Harry Potter! He was the Harry Potter the girls at my old school would talk about. They all said he was hot. Well the girl who had met him once here in Diagon Alley during summer vacation had said so. I had to admit, he was pretty cute.

Draco appeared and shoved Harry out of the way making him stumble to the ground. Ignoring Harry's muttering, Draco started to pick up whatever was left on the ground.

"What's your problem Malfoy?" Harry said with eyebrows furrowed in anger. He took a step towards Draco who was a bit taller than him.

"Harry, please calm down. Don't stoop down to his level. We all know Malfoy isn't worth it," a girl with brown, some-what bushy hair said. She came up from behind Draco and tugged back on the sleeve of his sweater as she gave Draco a stern look. She was still pretty and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Draco smirked, "Ha. Well if it isn't the Mudblood sidekick (my eyes widened at his rudeness). Where's your future red-headed Weasel of a husband?"

I looked up at Draco like I was seeing a totally different person. It wasn't the same Draco who had been helping me for the past few hours. Did I miss something? Split personality?

"Draco…" I whispered quietly enough for him to hear, but he ignored me.

I then caught sight of a red-headed guy with freckles. He was grinning and holding two cones of ice-cream. He didn't seem to notice what was going on yet.

"Hermione," the red head said. "I forgot which kind of ice-cream to get you so I just got you –" His eyebrows furrowed similarly to Harry's and stopped on the opposite side of him. "Malfoy," he muttered with eyes glaring with hatred.

Draco barked a laugh and did a sort of bow, "The Goldren Tri now stands before me. What an honor it is." His voiced seemed to be dripping with sarcasm.

I've had enough of this. I tugged slightly harder on Draco's arm, "Please. Draco."

His head snapped towards my direction as if he had forgotten I was even there. His eyes focused on me, and as he started taking in my mood, his eyes softened and a wave of guilt covered his face.

"Why are you hanging out with him?" Harry asked me and making the guilt wash away completely from Draco's face. Instead, he smirked.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Draco had beaten me to it. "It's none of your damn business Potter. A girl can hang out with whom ever she chooses. Why don't you three go run along and find a way to kiss up to Dumboldore? Don't brown your noses too much."

Before Harry could open his mouth to yell back, Draco grabbed my wrist and led me off to Ollivander's. I watched as a fuming Potter stood in the middle of the crowd with Hermione patting his arm and Weasely arguing with her about violence not helping.

This wasn't good.