D E V O T I O N

Written by Bunnyyyy
Disclaimer Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling.
Shipping Draco/OC
Rating M
Author's Note: Chapter four ladies and gentlemen (mainly ladies). Thank you so much for the reviews! I apologize for the terribly long delay.

MoneyOnTheFire: Hi, thanks for leaving a review! But I was wondering: When you say my story made you laugh a lot, do you mean "Haha this story sucks!" or …? It's a little discouraging lol but I'll deal.

As for Draco's character, I want to keep him in character as he is in the books/movies. But I'm adding a different side to him, so he may not seem to/be the same. I agree that with Evaleen/Evie, he is majorly OOC.

Chapter Four I Thought He Was My Friend

I tried my best to keep pace with Draco, but he was practically dragging me along by my wrist. I don't think he noticed how I was trying to set myself free from his grasp.

"Draco, what happened back there? You were a total jerk to them."

He froze slightly outside of Ollivander's. His back was tense and his grip on my wrist seemed to tighten slightly. Maybe I should have sugarcoated what I just said.

"Evie, I don't want you making friends with them," he stated quietly.

I tilted my head in curiosity, "But –"

"Don't!"

He whirled around and came face to face with me. His face was furious and his eyebrows were mashed together. I practically jumped back. His once blue-grey eyes were storming into a dark grey now. The fierceness in them made me feel like cowering like an idiot. He towered over me.

"If you become friends with those idiots," he spat, "Then you can forget any thoughts about being associated with me. Got it? Choose wisely Ms. Bettencourt."

He looked into my eyes as if searching for something for a few seconds. Failing to find whatever emotion he was looking for, he placed all of my supplies in a pile next to me and stalked off. I could feel by eyes glaze as I watched him.

What the fuck was that for!

"Don't mind him, luv."

"Yeah, that ol' git isn't worth your tears."

I turned to find a pair of red-headed twins grinning at me. They reminded me a lot of the one guy, Ron, who Draco referred to as Weasel.

I slightly nodded. "Heh… yeah I know. But um— who are you?"

"George Weasley."

"Fred Weasley," they said in unison.

"We're brothers of Ron. We heard you had a slight encounter with him and Harry and Hermione."

I nodded. George nodded with me for no reason while Fred went on.

"Listen, you shouldn't have to listen to that ferret. He's bad news."

A look of confusion made a statement on my face. What did they mean by bad news?

"He seemed perfectly alright at first… until we bumped into Potter and them." I eyed them both.

"Sorry, what was your name again?" George asked while leading me into Ollivander's.

"Evaleen Bettencourt," I said feeling a hint of shyness as I felt George's hand on my back to steer me into the shop.

Fred looked around the shop. "Ah, my dear Evaleen. Let us tell you a few things about Malfoy."

"Perhaps more," George held up a finger.

"Perhaps a lot."

"Yes yes yes. Malfoy is a pureblood. And he's from a snobby—"

"Rude—"

"Evil—"

"Coldhearted—"

"Pathetically—""

"Wealthy—""

"Snotty—"

"Family."

I wanted to laugh. They made it amusing, but I pouted my lips as I pondered on what they said. They didn't notice; they were busy snooping around in the many boxes of wands in the shop. No one was at the counter at the moment. What bugged me was whether or not I should believe them. After all, I didn't know Malfoy at all. Not like how everyone else seemed to know him.

"May I help you?"

The three of us flinched. There standing at the counter was a very elderly man. He looked ancient, but at the same time still very alive. Wait, that didn't make sense. Well he didn't look like the elderly who I feared may topple over any second.

"Y-yes," I walked up to the counter. "I'll need a wand."

"Well of course Evaleen. You can't expect the man to sell you shoes," George said jokingly.

I blushed shortly before the old man said, "Of course m'dear. But don't you already have a wand of your own? You don't look like a first year to me."

George and Fred both looked at me as if agreeing with him.

"Not exactly. I do have a wand," I pulled out my old school wand from my purse and placed it on the counter. "But in our first year of school in America, they gave us these wands that could only be used if the teacher used a spell to unlock the wands for us, or if the wand itself sensed trouble from the senses in our hand. It was mainly so students couldn't use it outside school or without permission unless it was a real emergency, which so far has never happened. But on my list, it says WAND and next to it says: You may already have one, but a wand from Ollivander's will be more helpful."

"Interesting," Fred said before looking around the dusty room again.

"Oh yes, I've heard about these wands from a friend who lived in America," The old man said as he examined my wand. "Well I'll see what I have for you."

After testing about 20 different wands, I finally found one that was perfect. As soon as it touched my hand, I knew it was the one. 11 inches, Cherry wood, and Veela hair.

"Perfect match!" said Ollivander.

Fred and George had fallen asleep against the bare wall after getting bored of watching me test out the 11th wand. Once I made my purchase, I poked them awake and told them I was sort of hungry.

"Wonderful, lets go back to the Leaky Cauldron and have you meet the gang!"

The gang? As in a group of strangers? Just great.

They took it as their responsibility to carry all of my supplies, even after I argued that they shouldn't worry about it and I could at least carry a good portion of it. Following them through the crowded streets, I entered the damp building I once exited a few hours ago. It was a lot busier than it had been then.

"Over here, Evaleen!" George called out.

I nervously followed him to a table full of people. My eyes searched the many faces who were grinning at me.

"You've already met Harry, Ron, and Hermione. This here is our younger sister, Ginny."

A girl with red long hair and a freckled face like her brothers smiled as she shook my hand. I returned the smile but couldn't help but wonder how many Weasley's were there...

"This here is Neville Longbottom."

Neville looked really shy but shook my hand anyway.

"And this here is Luna Lovegood," I couldn't help but smile happily at this blonde headed girl.

"Your name is Luna? That's so cool. I named my cat Luna and I just got her today."

The both of us laughed. My attempt at an icebreaker worked, I guess.

I ended up enjoying myself while talking to everyone. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after being asked a few questions and a few jokes thrown in by the guys, I was having fun. Hermione knew a lot of hot muggle actors that I agreed to be hot and would die to meet. Luna was just random therefore making me laugh at her randomness. Ron was silly even though he didn't mean to be. It was sort of cute because he would turn red after everyone laughed at something he said or did. Harry was great to talk to about anything; he was really interested on how life was in America and he gave me a lot of tips about Hogwarts. But Neville was a bit too shy to say much. As for Fred and George, they disappeared shortly after introducing me to everyone. Harry said they had to go run their shop.

"So Evaleen, how is it that you know Malfoy?" Hermione asked randomly with interest.

This seemed to have caught everyone's interest, for all other conversations ceased and all eyes turned to me. Thanks, Hermione.

"W-well, my family and I moved into the house across the street from him. I never really met him until today when Luna, my cat," I added quickly when Luna Lovegood's face turned to confusion, "Ran off. When I found her, I ended up bumping into Draco. He was actually really kind to me. He offered to help me with all my shopping."

I nodded to the pile of school belongings I bought.

"You shouldn't make friends with that sort of guy," Hermione said with sincere eyes.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, he was only nice to you because he wanted to get into your pants. He does that to all girls."

"Harry!" Hermione said as she glared at Harry who shrugged and said, "It's true!"

I felt a slight sting in my chest, "Really?"

Everyone nodded as if ashamed to admit it. And I couldn't help but sigh. I didn't want to believe that Draco was that sort of guy, but what else could I believe when so many people were telling me the same thing?

Suddenly a group of people walked through the door all laughing and talking loudly as if trying too hard to get attention from the entire building.

"Well look what we have here; Hogwarts most pathetic."

I looked up to see Draco sneer at everyone in my table. He didn't seem to have noticed me yet. But I did notice a girl clinging on his arm; a pug-faced girl with short brown hair. I didn't like her once I had set my eyes on her. It was as if I was destined to hate her. But I guess I'll just blame this hatred on the jealousy I felt.

"Leave us alone Malfoy," Harry said standing from his chair.

I admired his courage very much. I wish I was like that at my old school. Maybe I could have told those bitches who picked on other girls to pull those poles out of their asses.

"Or what Potter? Going to send your sidekicks after me?" The rest of Draco's group laughed as if they hadn't heard a joke in years. I rolled my eyes.

Ron stood up, "We are not his sidekicks."

"We're his friends. Something you don't have." Hermione mirrored his actions.

I could see Draco's blood boil, "Shut your mouth Mudblood. No one was talking to you."

"Don't call her that!" I said standing from my chair. I was shocked by my own courage, but completely fed up with his behavior. How could people put up with him?

Draco's eyes turned to me; finally taking in my presence.

"Evie," he whispered to himself. I doubt anyone heard him, but I could tell he said my name as I read his lips.

"Who the hell is that?" The girl who was clinging pathetically to Draco's arm made a face of disgust and pointed at me.

"Who cares," Draco simply stated as he pried his eyes away from mine. "Obviously some foul looking American."

I felt like someone stabbed me in the chest and turned the blade inside my body.

"Why do you always have to be so damn sensitive?" I mentally yelled at myself. I knew I could end up crying like an idiot any moment.

"You shouldn't be talking Malfoy! Leave Evaleen alone." Harry turned his heels and walked over to comfort me. He draped an arm over me and steered my away from the two groups. C'mon Harry, stop. Treating me this way will only trigger the tears!

A flash of jealousy flicked through Draco's eyes but Harry had turned me away, so I barely noticed. Draco made a move to leap onto Harry, only to have Hermione push him away.

"Get out Malfoy!" She whipped out her wand.

He took another glare at Hermione, as if remembering something similar to this scene, before switching his glare to Harry. Draco's face was furious, but yanking his arm from the girl's grasp, he exited the room. Follow suit was his posse.

"I thought he was my friend. Or at least could have been." I watched them leave.

Hermione patted my back. "This is why you shouldn't make friends with him, or any other guy like him."

I nodded and petted Luna who stayed snuggled in my arms.

Looking up at the clock that hung loosely above the fireplace, I said, "It's getting late. I don't want my mom to worry. I should probably get going."

Everyone nodded and said their goodbyes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione told me that they would owl me and I honestly looked forward to their letters. Ginny smiled as she said goodbye and gave Luna a scratch under her chin. Neville managed a nod of farewell and Luna said that she'd see me on the train to school.

It wasn't long before I was sprawled across my bed and exhausted by the day's events. The fire was burning quietly in the middle of my room, causing the light to dance around the walls. I had been laying on the bed for god knows on long.

First things first, I was happy I made so many friends, but sad I lost one in the process. Why was I stressing so much over him? I mean yeah, he's gorgeous. But still.

"They're right, he's no good..."

I sighed as I got off my bed and walked out to my balcony. The cool air was rather refreshing. I leaned against the railing and let out a sigh. I could feel the breeze pulling through my hair making me feel at peace. It was then I noticed Draco out on his routine walk, I figured. He crossed the road that separated our driveways. He looked up, and although he was far away, I knew he was looking at me. But this time, I glared back with hurt eyes before turning away. I silently went back into my room without another glance back and shut my balcony doors.

I made my choice.

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