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Chapter 6

Becky checked her watch anxiously as she sat in an overstuffed armchair in the Gryffindor common room. She had ten more minutes to kill before she had to leave.

At dinner she had gone down, but, claiming she didn't feel very good, had only eaten a few bites of biscuit. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had looked at her suspiciously, but hadn't said anything.

Finally it was time to leave. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her, she managed to sneak out of the common room without much attention. Lucky for her, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were busy with their Transfiguration homework, and didn't notice her leave.

Becky made her way down the marble staircase and through the main doors of the castle. Here, she turned right and made her way towards the lake.

In the dim light of dusk, Becky could just make out Draco's bright-silver hair in the distance as he stood, waiting for her. He was leaning against a tree, with his hands shoved in his pockets.

As she approached, she noticed a large blanket spread down on the ground, with dishes of food, and flasks of drink on it. Becky was beginning to become very suspicious.

"I'm glad you came," Draco said softly as she walked up to him.

"Look, I only came to tell you th--" she began, but Draco lifted a hand to silence her. A smile flickered on his lips. This took Becky aback…it wasn't like the usual grin he wore…this wasn't a smirk…it looked like a genuine smile.

"You came hungry, I hope?" he asked, sweeping his hand over the picnic he had set up.

"No," she lied.

"Well, that's a shame, because I did," Draco replied casually, sitting down on the blanket and helping himself to a chicken leg.

"What did you want me to come here for, Draco?" Becky asked impatiently. A cold breeze blew around them and Becky pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

"It's getting dark," Draco said, ignoring her question, "Let's have some light, shall we?" He pulled his wand out of his robes and gave it a quick swish. Six candles appeared in the middle of the blanket, floating a few inches above it. "We can't have too much light…we don't want to be seen," he added, giving her a playful wink.

Becky looked away, feeling her cheeks burn red. She hated it when he winked at her…it made her feel like agreeing to anything.

"You didn't answer my question," she said finally, gazing back at him. The new smile spread across his face again.

"Sit down and I'll tell you," he said calmly. He beckoned her to sit across from him.

Heaving a sigh, Becky gave in and sat. She gazed at him, waiting for him to begin. But he kept on eating, still avoiding her question.

"Draco!" she snapped.

"What?" he asked, blinking innocently.

"Why did you want me to come here?" she cried, extremely irritated. Draco gave a small sigh, and set down his chicken leg.

"I've had a…" he paused, thinking, "change of heart." Becky frowned, her brows furrowed.

"I don't believe you," she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew Draco too well to believe that he just up and had a "change of heart." There was a catch somewhere, and she would find it.

"What?" Draco asked, bewildered, "Even a Slytherin can't change his mind about something?"

"Alright, I'll bite," Becky replied, "What did you change your mind about?" She already had a pretty good idea.

"About you and me," Draco said, his face dead serious.

Hmmm...is Draco serious or just faking? Hmmmmm...hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!

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