No Matter What, I'll Always Be Here
They were staring into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, yet any thought of looking somewhere else made it feel like it was too soon.
The were abruptly interrupted from their staring with the sound of George's fake coughing, followed by a muttered, "Yer gay.", Followed by more coughs.
Fred inhaled sharply through his nose before turning and smacking the back of his twins head. " Shut it, ya toss pot, 'for Ah gi'e ya a skelpit lug!"
The twins quickly started to rough it out in the booth seat, all while their mother was scolding the both of them.
"George, donnae be rude- Fred! Donnae hit yer brother- Boys!" She yelled, failing to get their attention.
Draco felt his face go beet red and muttered out an, "I'll go get the drinks and the food menus..." Before swiftly grabbing the cups the waitress left and walking behind the bar to where the kitchens supposedly were.
The man - Eddie - just chuckled and took Draco's seat next to Fred, much to Fred's dismay.
When the two of them settled their roughhousing with George winning, Eddie thew his arm over Fred's shoulder and turned to Anya and Akemi.
"Hey, niñas." He began. "Why don't you two go help Tío Luis with his poker game, he definitely needs it." He said while pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to a table surrounded by roudy men with a giant pile of cash in the middle.
The girls nodded their heads enthusiasticly before slipping off the seats and crawling out from underneath the table. They ran up to one of the men sitting down, a big man who looked like he worked some type of job that required him to be physically active, based on his calloused hands and solid 'Dad Bod'.
The man picked them both up and kissed their foreheads, setting them on his lap towards the table so they could watch the other men lose.
Eddie had a serious look on his face when the all turned back to him. "I guessing your the 'In-Laws' I've heard so much about?" He questioned.
"Aye, sir." Mr. Weasley responded with a smile.
Eddie smiled back, before turning to the whole group. "Which one of you is marrying Draco?"
"Ah am, mate." Fred ground out. He had a bad feeling about this guy he just couldn't place, maybe he was just being possessive or something but fuck, did this guy get on his nerves.
"Ah, you two will look good together." Eddie stated, turning to Fred with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
He turned back to the rest of the group and finally removed his arm from Fred's shoulder. "I need to tell you all something without the girls hearing. Draco knows about it, but I'm just giving you all a heads up." The man said.
"What is i'?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.
"Narcissa is getting put into a psych ward for her freak out last night. You all saw it, no?" He responded.
"Yeah," Fred said through gritted teeth, still enraged at the whole ordeal. "We saw it."
Eddie shook his head sadly with a sigh. "Raymond's taking her to a specialist in America for three weeks, should be back before the ceremony. He said he just can't stand to see Narcissa so scared and angry anymore, she needs help."
They all listened intently, careful not to miss a single word.
"You all know it isn't really her, right? It's the illness, she wasn't always like that." Eddie said while looking down at the worn table.
"Aye, we ken," Fred began, "but tha' dosnea mean she gets to treat Draco like tha'." He stated sternly.
Eddie nodded. "No, it doesn't." He looked back up to them. "She wants to get help, though, she really does. She just doesn't know how to find it herself. So, Raymond's taking her to a clinic in California, and he's going to be staying with her during her time there." He finished.
"Why didn't Draco tell me?" Fred asked, saddened by the thought of Draco taking care of his siblings instead of his parents.
"It's hard for him to come to terms with it everytime she ends up going to a psych ward." Eddie explained, "He doesn't know how to explain it without breaking down."
"Breaking down?" Harry questioned.
"Mhm, " He hummed. "He gets to where it's all too much and all he does is sleep all day, doesn't eat or drink anything, just stays in his room until Raymond or one of the boys force him to take a shower."
He turned to Fred, "I trust you'll still want to be by his side, even when that happens?"
Fred hated how Eddie almost sounded hopeful he would say 'No'. Instead, " No' even death could make us part." Is what he responded with.
Just as he finished talking, Draco walked out of the back room with what looked to be a giant round tray full of many different coloured drinks in his hands. He set the tray down on the table with a loud, 'thunk'.
He looked around the table with a curious glint in his eyes, before he asked the table, "Ya know whenever you walk into a room with a lot of people talkin', and then as soon as they see you they get all quiet like they were talking about you?" Draco said while turning to glare at the man in his seat.
Eddie raised his hands in mock surrender. "We weren't talking about you - much -" He earned himself a harsher glare. " - We were discussing your Mother's... predicament."
The glare went away, replace by a sad look that Fred wanted to get rid of immediately.
"Oh." Draco responded, before he looked back to Eddie with a playful glare, "Get out of my seat, estúpido."
Eddie put a hand against his chest as if he were clutching pearls. "Oh, you wound me, mi amor!" He said.
Draco rolled his eyes and hit the back of his head, "Piss off." He said.
Eddie, thankfully, did. He rolled his eyes before he got back up and made his way back over to the crowd of drunk men surrounding a box-y moving painting that couldn't hear them yelling, apparently.