A/N: OK I'm sorry. I'm only writing this for fun so I don't update on certain days, just when I feel like I'm motivated enough to start a chapter. It does help when you guys motivate me though! Anyway, it's 2am and I just finished this chapter. I'm sorry in advance for it being a bit short and for any grammar mistakes. -Love, Lucy

CHAPTER THREE

*** THREE DAYS LATER ***

I woke bright and early that day. It was 8 am from what I could on the clock tower and it was a Sunday. I found a note on my dresser saying that I should be ready by 9 for a picnic in the courtyard. I could tell by the writing that it was male, Draco! That charmer! However, being me, I hate surprises. They annoy the hell out of me! It's just the not knowing of what's to come that gets me all worked up. But, I had to go through with this surprise because, well, it's Draco. I'd really do anything for him and I know he'd do anything for me. I love him so much. He's been there for me when I needed someone and I am there for him when he needs me. I don't have a clue what I would do without him.

I combed my fingers through my ginger hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. Blue irises replaced my once brown ones yesterday. I needed to go speak to my father about what happened the other night and how my lips were maroon and my eyes changed because that was truly unnerving to me. Maybe I would talk to my divinations professor too about the dream I had and how it was somehow reality. I could come up with a natural explanation for the eyes, I mean; eyes change color all the time! Not overnight but still! It's just the lips that really confused me. I don't even own a single tube of lipstick, let alone maroon!

A loud irritated sigh escaped my parted lips. I was still in front of the mirror preparing for my day with Draco. Hopefully, it will go wonderfully. Draco was never one for romance but I guess today he's taking a break from his old ways to plan a picnic for us. It's so sweet of him to do so. What should I wear? I drew my gaze away from the mirror to have it fall upon my chest. I opened it swiftly and dug through the layers of fabric. That's when I saw it, the perfect outfit to wear out today. It would go perfectly with my hair color. I removed the two pieces of clothing from my chest and moved back to the mirror. I set the on my body to see how it would look. A baggy, long-sleeved, button-up, floral, dull tea green sweater with a lace crème colored skirt that hung from my waist down to mid-thigh. I was never one for muggle brands but I did in fact own a pair of crème colored TOMS that would go perfectly with the outfit.

I slid them on and took a look at myself in the mirror. Next step: makeup. I applied my foundation and concealer with a bit of mascara and cat-eyed myself with my liquid eyeliner. I left my hair as it was: wavy. It fell over my right shoulder and cascaded down my torso, stopping above my bellybutton. My eyes wandered back up to look in the mirror. What I saw before me wasn't me. The person in front of me was unrecognizable and utterly gorgeous. I was beautiful. And then I fell upon the bruises that were scattered on my wrist. I quickly removed my makeup from its bag once more and tried my best to cover up the purple-ish blue marks. In the end, they were still visible but not as prominent. As long as I keep my sleeves down, it will all go swimmingly! I told myself.

My eyes wandered over the courtyard. There were so many people there today. I removed a tube of lip balm from my little hand bag that I carried with me. Applying it, my lips rubbed over each other to spread it evenly. I needed to be ready for Draco because with a romantic picnic, there is always kissing. I was growing patient. I wanted a kiss now! I groaned. It was taking longer to find my blonde haired boy than I expected it to. Where was he? Turns out, I wasn't looking for a blonde. I was looking for a brunette. I spotted him, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black skinnies with brown dress shoes. Damon was waving at me from across the courtyard. His other hand was behind his back. He slowly made his way over to me and I huffed angrily once he finally did reach me.

"Hey, you look beautiful" he simply said. His smile brightened my impatient mood a bit. I'm surprised it had that effect. I looked up into his eyes and sorta, kinda got lost in them. HEY! I'm only human! After a bit, he cleared his throat. I was staring, wasn't I? I opened my mouth to speak but I lost my words and so I just looked around frantically, trying to avoid his eyes. Once I finally found my voice, I spoke.

"Yeah, hi, have you seen Draco?" I asked with false politeness. His grin faded when he heard the name Draco. "Is something wrong?" I really couldn't care less if there was something wrong with him but I asked if there was just out of curiosity.

"Oh, no. Nothing's wrong." I could tell that wasn't the case. He made it so obvious! What a horrible liar. I giggled at my thought. I didn't mean to, it just kind of slipped out. "You have a cute laugh" he complimented. A blush crept upon my cheeks and I just smiled lightly at him. "SO," he continued, "are you ready for our picnic?"

I choked on air after hearing his words. My eyes were probably the size of entrée plates. He was the one who sent me the note? Oh god. I KNEW DRACO WASN'T ROMANTIC ENOUGH TO SET UP A PICNIC. UGH! I screamed inside my head. He patted my back lightly to try to help my coughing. Once I finally found my breathing, I cleared my throat and looked at him with a 'what?!' face. I could tell he read my expression and, by the look of his twitching hands, he was nervous.

"Oh, um, I just wanted to thank you for helping me out the other night… I probably have a lot of explaining to do so I thought we could talk over a breakfast picnic…?" He's so sweet. YOU have Draco! Remember him? I reminded myself. Draco would be PISSED if he found out what you were doing. I really shouldn't go through with the picnic, but he does have a lot of explaining to do and I was really curious. Curiosity killed the cat, but Satisfaction brought it back.

"I'm only saying yes to this because I need to know what happened, you got that?" I said sternly, pointing my index finger at him. He nodded quickly.

"Yes ma'am! Oh, by the way, I never caught your name." WOW. I forgot I never told him. HAHA, silly me.

"I'm Lucy, Lucy Snape" I smiled. His smile returned to his face and it brightened my world again. He had such perfect, white teeth and such plump, kissable lips. I can't imagine how good it must feel to kiss him. WHAT?! Snap out of it Lucy!

"Damon Avery, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand and I shoot it. His hands were huge compared to my small ones. Our hands seemed to mold together. They fit perfectly. I withdrew my hand before I could get lost in him again. "Well, shall we?" he motioned to a blanket spread out across the ground a distance away. He stuck out his arm for me to take and I accepted. It's like he's that muggle Prince Charming and I'm Cinderella the way he's leading me over to the blanket. I feel like we're about to do a ballroom waltz or something. It's so proper! I accidentally laugh out loud at my thoughts and he gives me a look of confusion. More like a look over 'have you gone insane or something?' but I just shake my head at him and give him a face of 'don't worry'. Wow, I really need to stop saying things like 'a face of' inside apostrophes. That's tacky.

He extends his arm out and I slide my grip from it and take a seat on the plaid cloth that extends about 6 feet. I rest my hand on the soft fabric of the square and wait for Damon to take his place across from me. There, in the middle of the blanket, is a basket which I'm guessing has our breakfast. It's silence for a few minutes while Damon organizes the stuff from the basket, onto the large expanse of the blanket.

"So, are you going to tell me what the bloody hell happened that night?" I intrude rudely. He looks up into my eyes and my heart melts. My anger melts. My rudeness melts. My everything melts. I begin to relax a bit, knowing that I didn't mean to be impolite and that I shouldn't ask him like that. There's something about this secret that makes me feel like I don't even want to know. BUT I've got to know! Curiosity killed the cat. BUT Satisfaction brought it back. I need that Satisfaction now. I've got to know. It's killing me. Curiosity is killing me!

"Why don't we eat first?" he says, trying to avoid the subject for a bit longer. Of course he says that. We can never get down to business anymore. What's wrong with just answering a simple question? Why is it that people always have to extend things? I can handle whatever they throw at me, I know I can. Just tell me! Of course that was a thought and I didn't just scream that at him. Remember Lucy, play nice! I tell myself.

Damon picks up a tin box of something, I'm guessing food, and opens it. Turns out it was my favorite: Peanut butter, fluff, and jelly triple stacker sandwich. If you really want to know what that is, it's when you get three slices of bread coat one in jelly, one in peanut butter, and one in marshmallow fluff and put the slices together. Voila! And there you have it. So many people don't get why I like PBFJ. They say it's icky but I say yummy! I remember one time I made Draco one and when he bit it he gagged. It was so funny, yet heartbreaking that my boyfriend didn't like my favorite food. All well!

My eyes widened at the sight of the sandwich and I gasped lightly. My eyes went up to Damon, giving him an 'OMG R U SRS THAT'S UR FAV FOOD TOO?!1!?1!/' look but subtler. I could tell that he read my expression when he smiled brightly, chuckling a bit. He reached into the container and took one of the sandwiches between his fingers. He offered it to me and I willingly accepted. I haven't had one of these sandwiches in so long. I miss the taste. The taste. I need to eat this bad boy. I swiftly bit into the sandwich and chewed the piece that ripped off. Oh my god. This guy is a genius chef. My mouth was having tastegasms. I finished the sandwich and remember that I was in the presence of Damon. Why was I here again? OH!

"So are you going to tell me or what?" I asked swiftly, licking the bit of peanut butter off of the tips of my fingers.

"I'll tell you on one condition."

"And what's that?" What? A condition? Are you serious?

"You answer my question" he said simply. I nodded and watched as he reached behind him. His hand moved back around and he held something up in the air. My eyes focused on the object and I raised an eyebrow in fake confusion. He was holding up a feather, a harpy feather. "What are you?"