3 A.M. (Oliver Wood) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Eight: Fifth Year

After the events on Halloween, Celeste almost seen Oliver in a new light. He had snuck out to get her, and snuck her back to the dungeons without getting caught. He stayed with her the entirety of the party, even when his friends wanted to pull him away to drink or play some game. He stayed by her side, rambling off stories to her for hours.

Though she didn't know them well, Celeste did get to meet Oliver's friends and somewhat get to know them. Percy seemed to be the one she could get along with most, since the other two were quite the jokesters. Danny was able to get to know her more than Weston though, since Weston mostly wanted to crack jokes and make her and Oliver blush. Believe it or not, he failed to make Celeste blush, since she refused to let a blush show around the immature Gryffindor fifth year.

Gretchen had asked Celeste about her night as soon as she had gotten back to their dorm, but Celeste was a little too intoxicated to explain much to her friend. Gretchen didn't know she was out with Oliver, and neither did the other Slytherins. Luckily, Celeste had managed to sneak the entire encounter without being caught by any nosy Slytherins.

Christmas was coming sooner than anyone could believe. Celeste didn't want to go back to the Manor, since she was still pissed at her uncle, Lucius. She refused to directly talk to him through letters, but he didn't acknowledge it much. If he was mad, he would've sent her a howler. Well, Celeste wasn't sure if her uncle would ever send a howler, since he didn't want to tarnish the Malfoy name, but Celeste supposed if he was mad enough, he just might do it. She almost wanted to check and see, but possibly being seen with a muggleborn, or a "blood-traitor."

Sitting at the Black Lake to write some of her homework, she watched as small ripples went through the water from the harsh wind. It was cold outside, and snow was beginning to fall, but with a simple charm, Celeste had managed to keep herself warm the entire time she sat out by the Black Lake. Younger students glanced at her, wondering how she was sitting out by the lake, whilst their lips turned blue, cheeks tinted red from the freezing bite of the snowflakes, and their bodies shivered from the wind.

Draco looked out and seen his cousin, causing him to curse under his breath. With a sigh, he quickly ran down to the Black Lake where she was sitting. The faster he ran, the quicker he seemed to become even more cold. The snow hit harder, and the wind became even more fierce than before.

"Celeste," He called, his breathing staggered,"maybe you shouldn't sit out in the ice cold snow and wind. We don't need you sick during the holiday. Father wouldn't be pleased, especially if he found out about why you fell ill." He said, causing her to sigh.

"I have a charm to keep me warm, Draco." She replied, listening to the quiet chatter of Draco's teeth as he shivered slightly from the cold.

"Good for you," He began, before sighing in relief when Celeste muttered again and casted the charm upon him,"you do need to come back though. You've been out for over an hour." He commented, making her nod.

Standing up, Celeste brushed the snow off of her clothing, before following Draco back to the castle. Draco's friends were waiting for him by the entrance, all of them shivering from the cold. Draco and Celeste lead the other four boys to the dungeons, where they could somewhat warm up. The dungeons were a cold place, but the common room and dorms seemed much warmer than outside. Once they were in the common room, the four boys sighed in relief.

"You didn't have to wait on him. I was going to bring him back one way or another." Celeste commented, smiling at the boys.

"We know, but he's our friend." Blaise muttered, sitting down in the common room.

"He would want us to wait on him." Crabbe commented, as Goyle nodded in agreement.

"Well, you five enjoy yourselves. I'm going to take a nap before my next class." Celeste stated, walking towards the stairs.

"What time is your class?" Draco asked, causing Celeste to look back towards him.

"At two, so please make sure I'm awake before half past one." She answered, and he nodded.

Once Celeste was in her dorm room, she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her winter layers. She laid the layers across the top of her trunk, before walking over to her bed and laying down. She tucked herself under the warm blankets, which she had casted a charm on to keep them warm throughout the winter, even if she wasn't laying under them. She taught the charm to Draco as well, since she didn't want her cousin to freeze while he slept.

As she laid in bed trying to fall asleep, she wondered if the Gryffindor dorm rooms were ever as cold as the Slytherin ones. She wondered if the Gryffindors froze while they slept, or if they had special blankets to keep them warm. She bet all of the other houses and special, thick blankets for the winter. Dumbledore seemed to dislike the Slytherins greatly, so she wouldn't doubt if he "neglected" to give them warmth during the winter months.

Slowly falling asleep, Celeste began to dream of her younger years, back when her Uncle Regulus was alive. He was always so nice to her. He was the only one that hadn't seemed to ever disappoint her, except for when he died. She missed him like hell, still did every day, but she was still disappointed that he died. Regulus deserved so much more in life, but he died before he could even live his life. She wished she could go back in time and save him, so throughout her dream, Celeste went back in time and attempted to save the one man in her life that she had admired...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. If anyone is wondering, her admiration was for his selflessness, strength, and love, not admiration in a creepy way, like a guy would admire a girl from afar.

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