Weasley Mission
Eve's POV
The next few weeks of school were horrible. People pointed, stared, and scoffed. Some even came up to me on the odd occasion that there was no escort and asked me if I had anything for them. To this, I couldn't respond, but only glared. I felt myself go back to being withdrawn and angry, no matter what I did to fight it.
The person I was trying hard to become was slipping away again, just as I had been granted relief. It was ironic. Scorpius sought me out one evening, as I was sitting in the library, working on Transfiguration, being closely watched by Madam Pince.

"Hey Eve," he said, sitting down across from me.

"What do you want?" I snapped. "I don't have any drugs, I never did ok?"

"I—I don't want drugs," he said, sounding a bit surprised. I looked up at him and saw that he had the first set of kind eyes I had seen in a few weeks.

"Oh, well then what do you want?" I asked, trying to sound a bit softer.

"I wanted to find out if you're okay. I don't believe any of this stupidity. You don't seem like a coke or meth or whatever dealer. You look healthy and fine to me." I put my quill down on top of my finished essay.

"My mother was a dealer and a user," I said. There was a ringing silence after I said these words, and I realized I had said them aloud for the first time in my life. And I didn't tell an adult, but I told a peer. I looked up, expecting a look of loathing and disgust, even pity, but I was greeted with understanding.

"My family is a family of death eaters," he said. "So I get it."

"Thanks."

"So is that why they think you're a drug dealer?"

"I guess there was someone who is actually dealing, and they assumed it was me," I said. Scorpius looked a bit troubled.

"Maybe," he conceded. He looked up at me. "You know what, I've gotta check on some things. Meet me here this time tomorrow." I nodded, a bit confused, and watched him jet off.

Rose's POV
"Merlin, I can't get a moment alone with my cousin anymore?" James asked, sounding irritated but humorous. Riley grinned and pulled me closer to him.

"Nope, she's all mine Jay." James made a vomiting motion and gave me a look. I rolled my eyes and extricated myself from Riley's hold.

"What?" I asked James, as soon as we were in a corner of the room.

"It's about Eve. She has been hanging out with Scorpius Malfoy. Isn't that bloke your friend? Can't you tell him to bugger off?" James asked, frowning.

"And why would you care who Eve hangs out with, James?" I asked, noting the strange feeling in my stomach.

"Why wouldn't I? She's my friend!"

"I think you took care of that when you accused her of being a drug dealer, James," I said. He looked thoughtful.

"Yeah, she did take that to heart. I want to fix it. I don't really think she's a drug dealer."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, no, but I want to give her the chance to explain."

"That's more like it James. You should always give your friends the benefit of doubt. That's what being a friendis."

"Yeah, but if she was dealing drugs—" James started.

"Then you would be supportive and help her through it, like Scorpius seems to be doing."

"Why aren't you and Malfoy friends anymore?"

"Because he decided not to be. And I stopped groveling."

"Good for you Rose, better there be no Malfoys in your life," James said. I shot him a glare, and he ruffled my hair, and headed out of the common room, probably in pursuit of Eve. I made my way back to Riley, feeling slightly jealous of Eve.
What was Scorpius doing with her? When had they even become friends? And why?

Eve's POV
Scorpius was sitting across from me, helping me with the Herbology drawing we were supposed to be doing. I had mislabeled quite a few. I hated Herbology, it was my worst subject, but Scorpius was pretty much good at everything.

"Eve, can I talk to you?" I looked up and saw James behind me. I shared a look with Scorpius before nodding and standing up.
"What?" We walked just outside the library, but still in sight of Madam Pince, just in case the great James Potter wanted some heroin.

"I'm sorry."

"Right," I responded, not believing him at all.

"Listen, Rose had some important words of advice for me, and some of them were to give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Oh how high and mighty of you," I retorted, turning away from him. He reached over and grabbed my arm.

"Don't be like that," he said, a slight plea in his voice. "I just got to be friends with you. I know about your mother and everything and I just wanted to—" But he didn't get much farther than that.

"You what?" I asked, my voice cold. He looked scared. "From whom did you find out?"

"Is there a problem?" Scorpius asked, coming out of the library towards us, his bag slung around his shoulders. My essay was still in his hand. He gave James a scathing look, for which I did not blame him for.

"No. James was just leaving," I said.

"Eve, please, I didn't mean to pry."

"Oh, so how did you find out? By accident?"

"No, well I—someone might have told—"

"If you're not leaving, I'm leaving," I said, turning back to Scorpius and starting to walk away.

"Eve, don't do this!"

"Merlin, what a prick," Scorpius said.

"I really want to know who he heard it from," I said, "no one knows, except you—"

"And I'd never talk to that fucking—"

"—and the teachers. But which teacher would tell him? It's supposed to be—" And then it hit me. And I couldn't quite believe it, but it came together.

"Why does your face look like that?" Scorpius asked, waving his hand in front of my face.

"I just got it."

"Got what?"

"Professor Lupin told him."

"Why would he do that?"

"He's his godbrother."

"Ah," Scorpius said. "You're probably right. But there's not much you can do about it now."

"Oh yes I can. I don't care if he's a professor or not. He has to be confidential." I felt Scorpius's eyes on my back as I marched furiously toward the Great Hall, intending to find Professor Lupin, with my assigned escort, a seventh year prefect named Henry, hurrying behind me.

"Professor, I'd like a word," I whispered to him, once reaching the front table in the Great Hall. It was nearing the end of lunch but Lupin was still chatting with Flitwick and Slughorn. He looked surprised, but led the way into his office. His hair was a reddish color today, reminding of me of James, which added to my irritation further.

"Henry, I can take it from here. Take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"No. What I would like," I began, still standing, but as calmly as I could have, "is to know the reason why you told James Potter my life story."
He looked taken aback. "I did no such thing, Miss Martin, I can assure you."

"Then how else would he know?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. Lupin's eyes got
wide, as if in comprehension.

"Rose," he mouthed, "She knew."

"What?"

"Rose Weasley knew and must have told him."

"How did she know?" I asked furiously. He sat, as if weary.

"I told her," he said, looking me straight in the face. "Because I was worried about you. You seemed to have no friends and you seemed to be very troubled—"

"So you told her that my mother dealt drugs?And that I was living here, basically like an orphan, at the fucking charity of Hogwarts?" I shot at him.

"Please watch your language, Eve, and no I did not say that. I didn't even tell her your mother was a drug dealer. I said that whatever was wrong with you was mom and drug issues. But I didn't put them together."

"Well Rose told James, who confronted me, and for some reason, I feel like the whole reason I'm on drug-alert is because of you, professor. I have never dealt drugs in my life."

"I never thought you were," he said, a little too patiently for my liking.

"Then why are there all these people babysitting me?"

"It's just a security measure," Teddy said.

"Oh and so the drug dealer's daughter gets accused? Professor Lupin, were your parents ever viewed badly?" He looked thoughtful.

"By some, I suppose. My father, especially."

"And if that same thing happened in your workplace, or while you were in school, would you think it's even slightly fair that you were immediately suspected?"

"I guess not."

"Well, there you go." He watched me and I had to avert my eyes. He was actually quite handsome.

"I will look into it," he said after a while.

"Thank you."

Rose's POV
"Riley," I murmured against his lips. We were behind one of the tapestries, which is cliché I know, but there was really nowhere else to go. And considering I was the prefect, no one would catch me. Until today, we had only snogged, even though it had been months. I was aware that Riley was a whole year older, and probably had much more experience, but I wasn't ready for where his hands were travelling.

"Riley, stop," I said.
He groaned against me and pulled away, panting slightly. "Rose," he said gruffly, sounding slightly impatient.

"I'm sorry. I'm not ready for all that," I said honestly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His face softened and he gathered me in his arms, before kissing me on the cheek, and pulling back the tapestry.

"So, are you ever going to tell me what's wrong with you?" Riley asked, stepping out into the deserted hallway. "Ever since you were with me, you've been acting so odd. And there was that whole James and Fred thing. They won't tell me what went down at that party."

"Nothing of significance," I assured him quickly. "And there's nothing wrong. I'm happy, that's all," I said, with only a slight tug of guilt. In actuality, I did feel bad, because I had rounds with Scorpius last night, and he refused to show up for nearly the millionth time in a row.

"Alright, if you're sure."

"I'm sure," I said. He walked me all the way to the third floor for Defense Against the Dark Arts before leaving for Arithmancy. I walked in and was immediately attacked by Teddy.

"You told James?" He asked in an urgent whisper. I did a double-take.

"Um… kind of," I said, feeling sheepish.

"Yeah, well my job is on the line if I don't make sure that I'm not the reason Evelyn Martin is being suspected unfairly for being a drug dealer."

"Ted, I'm so sorry! Did James tell her?"

"Yes, he did."

"I can't believe him."

"I can. He was worried about her."

"But why would he put your job on the line like that?"

"Rose, why would you put my job on the line like that?" He asked, frowning at me.

He looked disappointed and sad and I felt sick and guilty, looking at his green eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I didn't realize that James would do that."

"Yeah, well, class is about to start. I suggest you sit down." I sat, without another word, and remained quiet for the rest of the class.

Scorpius was rounding the corner and heading straight for me. My hopes soared and were immediately shunted back down when I saw the angry look on his face. "You know, I was beginning to think that you weren't such a bad friend after all. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But what you did to Eve, well that is the definition of bad friend."

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

"I heard you told James about her. And you must've brought it to the attention of the entire school because she's being followed around and held under drug dealing suspicion," Scorpius said.

"But I—"

"And furthermore, I know for a fact that there isn't, nor was there any, drug dealing or buying or using going on this year. And you know howI know that?"

"What? Scorpius, you're not—"

"I'm in Slytherin. If there were any drugs going around, I would know about them," he said, scowling. "So someone who knew about her mother made it up."

"I didn't, I wouldn't—"

"Then James would tell McGonagall that the person he likes a lot is using and selling drugs without any proof?"

"No, I didn't—"

"Then who else knows Weasel?" he growled. My heart dropped into my stomach. He meant it. That word. Weasel, rodent. I felt tears falling onto my face.

"Oi, get away from her!" I turned and saw Riley striding toward the pair of us, anger all over his face.

"Oh wonderful, it's your duffer of a boyfriend," Scorpius said, sounding bored. I turned back to look at Scorpius, whose face softened for an instant at the look on mine. But Riley arrived between us, pulling me behind him, before I could study it more.

"What did he do to you?" Riley asked fiercely, staring at Scorpius.

"Oh, Riley, is it? Why don't you just talk to me?" Scorpius asked, a slight grin on his face. I knew that grin. He was enjoying this and it irritated me.

"He didn't do anything, Rile," I said, trying to break up this fight. Riley turned to me and brought a hand to my face. I could hear Scorpius making gagging noises.

"But then why are you crying?"

"Because I might have messed up pretty badly. Riley, can we talk later? I need to sort this out."
He looked ready to object, but nodded, kissing me on the cheek and giving me a searching look before turning to walk away. I felt bad, really bad, but I had to do it. No one else had to know Eve's life story. And if Scorpius was right, which I'm sure he was, then we had to find out who did all this.
Sounded like a Weasley mission.
I turned back to Scorpius. "Wipe that grin off your face. I didn't spread the rumor, and I know James didn't breathe a word. So we are going to find out who did. It wasn't Ted either, before you suggest something as preposterous as that."

"That sounds like the Rose Weasley I know," Scorpius said, with a small smile, this time a real one.

N/A: FANGIRLS DON'T SLEEP3