Chapter 3 Rating: PG.-13, still Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just this little side plot, sort of.

Diane returned quickly to her dormitories. After all, it was getting late and what example would she be as a prefect if she was out of bed after hours? She briefly chatted with some of her housemates, gently scolded a few second-years to get to bed, and walked into her dorm and went to bed. Sleep, however, did not come easily. She found her thoughts plagued by a strange silver-haired Slytherin with such intense silver eyes that they could be hard to look at. She sighed, and rolled over.
The last time that she had seen him, they both had been ten years old. That had been the night that Lord de Chêne had broken off any talk of betrothal between the two. Naturally, the pair had been eavesdropping and knew what was going on immediately. As the argument began to end between the two aristocrats, they had run off to Draco's room to hide under his bed until Lord de Chêne came and found them in a furious rage. While they had waited, for a long time, they whispered back and forth. ***
"Do you think we'll ever see each other again?" Diane asked.
"Who knows? Our parents will likely try to keep us apart, but there's a chance we'll go to the same school."
"That would only happen if we both went to Hogwarts, since I would never go to Durmstrang and you would never go to Beauxbatons. We only have a one-in-four chance, you know."
"Do you want to see me again?" She was silent for a moment.
"You're the only real friend I've ever had, I almost was betrothed to you, and you don't know the answer to that question?"
"I will miss you, too, Diane." He paused for a few seconds. "Would you really have agreed to marry me, because I would have married you?" ***
She never got a chance to answer, as her father had barged into the room at that moment, but it would not have mattered. At that time, Diane had not known her answer. Now, after years of reflection, she knew that she would have married Draco, no questions asked. He had been all that she had ever known. The ten-year-old Diane would have held onto that tightly, and never looked back.
But the question remained; did she still care for him like that? She could not deny that she was attracted to him, or that he was intelligent enough for her. On the other hand, he now had a mean streak in him that was not there before, thanks to Lucius, no doubt. For all she knew, he could have aspirations to become a Death Eater and follow his father into darkness. Well, if he wanted her, he would have to prove that he still was kind-hearted and wanted nothing to do with Voldemort. Simple demands, she rationalized, and fell asleep, soon afterwards. ***
The next morning, the black owl was once again swooping down towards Diane. A letter was dropped in her hands with the same handwriting as before. This time, all it said was:
What do I have to do to get you to trust me again?

A/N: Diane de Chêne's name means Divine One and Of Oak. She is the divine one of oak and Draco is the dragon of bad faith. I thought that was kind of a funny accident.