The Chaos Within (A Bellatrix Fanfiction)

Valentine's

A/N: What I imagine Becka to look like (Above)

February

Becka's POV

It was getting harder and harder to hide my feelings for Erin. She had a big heart, a loyalty that extended even to the Gryffindor scum she'd befriended years ago, and a quiet, mysterious side I longed to understand. I wanted to know her deeper than anyone else ever had.

She had occasionally written over the summer, but she'd never invited me, or any of us over. I didn't know if it was caution, pride, or something else entirely.

Tonight, I'd finally worked up the courage to ask her out for Valentine's Day in Hogsmeade. So far, though, it had been impossible. There was always Tristan, Tyler, or Rosanna around. I'd almost chickened out a dozen times, but now the common room was calm. Tristan and Tyler were absorbed in a chess match, and Erin was curled up in her favourite armchair, reading. Her green eyes flicked up at me when I approached, curious.

"Hey, Ezza, do you have a second to talk?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

She looked a little confused, but followed me toward the girls' dormitories. "What's up?"

I swallowed. "I was wondering... It's Valentine's Day this weekend, so... I wanted to ask if you were doing anything?"

"Not as far as I'm aware. Why?" Her brow arched.

"Well," I said quickly, heart hammering, "I was thinking of going to Hogsmeade, maybe getting a drink at the Three Broomsticks. Just... the two of us."

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Were you thinking just you... or the whole group? It's going to be packed for Valentine's, you know. Good luck getting a seat."

"Oh my God, Erin! I'm trying to ask you out here!" I exclaimed, flustered. "I've been dropping hints all week!"

Her face went pink, and she laughed nervously. "Oh! Really? I mean... are you serious?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Dead serious. I like you, Erin."

"...What's there to like?" she teased, though her blush betrayed her amusement. "So... you want to take me out on Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah." I bit my lip, a nervous habit.

"Okay." She smiled, her green eyes warm. "I'd love to."

I grinned awkwardly. "Great. Erm... I'll let you get back to your book now."

Erin's POV

I was stunned. Becka- Becka, wanted to take me out. I'd never guessed she liked me that way. I'd always assumed she was just friendly, nice, part of the group. My obliviousness knew no bounds. There had been a time last year when Blaise Zabini had expressed interest, and I'd politely turned him down, realising then that I was into the same gender. My mum had been completely supportive when I'd confided in her, thankfully.

Speaking of Mum, she had written recently about the mass breakout from Azkaban. One of the escapees was my father. I hadn't heard from him, unsurprisingly. He was in hiding.

And now... here I was, going on a date.

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Valentine's Day

"Erin, hey." Becka's voice was full of relief as I stepped through the castle doors. She looked stunning in black skinny jeans, knee-high boots, a military-style jacket over a white knitted jumper, and a thick scarf. Her platinum blonde hair fell free in soft waves.