Zilch...except Brynn and plot.

Author's Note: It's short, and I know it. Ahhh! It's just that I've had the best idea EVER for my story and am trying to figure out when/where, etc. So don't worry, new chapter up soon!

Chapter Ten

"And baby, you're gonna be the one who saves me...'Cause after all, you're my wonder wall," Draco sang to her.

It was Saturday night, just the end of February. She and Draco were laying in bed together, looking at each other's silky bodies in the candlelight. The Valentine's Ball had been held over a week ago, and Brynn was still taking slashes from teachers, especially Snape, about missing the ball. Everyone had wondered where she had been, and though she showed up toward the end, they weren't especially happy that she had delayed until then.
"I'm sorry, some things came up."
Dumbledore looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm sure some things...came up," he emphasized, and Brynn flushed.
Even Professor Dumbledore knows I'm a whore, she thought. Great.
 Things with Draco were really great. They met frequently; sometimes they stole a swift kiss during passing periods and other times, the best times, he came to her room at night and stayed there, either sneaking out at midnight or coming up to her room right after feasting in the Great Hall.
He knew she was an Auror, and this came as a relief.
"Well," he said, "the thing is, I'll bet any amount of Galleons that Father will be sent to Azkaban soon. With the new guards, the prison is practically inescapable...and I'm glad. I really have quite outgrown Father's ways. Before I was never able to think for myself, and now that I can I realize I don't want to follow in his footsteps...it's a terrible thing to follow a wizard like Voldemort."
"But you still dislike Harry intensely."
"Harry and I...I don't know. I'd like to be his friend, but he constantly provokes me. I'd like to prove to him that I've changed, and I'm not the Dark Wizard I once used to be."
Brynn thought about that. She would have loved to believe Draco, but from her experiences with men, and people in general, she'd learned that it's very hard for people to change, and they rarely do. Her experience as an Auror had taught her not to trust anyone, and it was hard to think as a normal person thought...
He looked at her with his wonderfully pale, sexy eyes. "Love me?"
"Maybe."
"Well I love you."
This really bothered her. She wasn't used to someone proclaiming his love for her at every turn. She always needed to know the person thoroughly. Draco was a fantastic friend and student, and twice as good a lover, but Brynn really didn't know if she loved him. She had begun wondering if Oliver was the one she let get away.
Never mind, she told herself.
"Will you still love me tomorrow?" she sang, pitifully, to Draco.
Sadly, he looked quite serious when he said "Of course."