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

Chapter Eleven: Fifth Year

Celeste had been punished severely for her acts during the ball, meaning she had been hit with the cruciatus curse and starved until the day she and Draco had to go back to school. She had to wear long sleeves and a cloak to cover the bruises, cuts, and obvious starvation from the other students. She hadn't talked since the day of the ball, especially after Lucius had told her that she was to marry Ethan Rosier when she graduated from Hogwarts. Her life had been planned out for her, and she was not happy about it whatsoever.

Celeste sat in her compartment alone, deciding to avoid everyone on the train. Even when her best friend came to sit with her, she sent the girl away with a simple glare. Celeste refused to talk to the girl, even though it wasn't her fault that Celeste had gotten into so much trouble, though Celeste seemed to believe that if Gretchen had been there, she wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble. Gretchen could've possibly kept her from jinxing Ethan, though he did rightfully deserve it.

"Celeste, how was your Christmas?" Oliver asked, as he, Percy, and Weston came into her compartment.

The girl didn't say anything to him, instead she just glanced at him, before looking back out of the window. The three boys shared a look knowing instantly that something was wrong with her. Percy's eyes widened when he spotted a bruise on Celeste's arm that had uncovered when she was putting her bag above her head on the rack. He quickly got the other two boys' attention, pointing out the dark bruise on her arm.

Oliver felt himself grow almost ferocious with anger, and he wanted to know why Celeste had a bruise. He also wanted to know how many bruises there were, and why the Malfoy family had treated her so harshly. He didn't think their family could be so horrible, but now he was seeing differently. He wondered if she had more than just a few bruises on her arms, but he was scared to get the answer, knowing it could be a lot worse than what he could ever handle.

"We're going to put on our uniforms, you should put yours on, too." Weston said, as he and the other two boys stood.

Instead of fighting them, the girl stood silently and grabbed her bag to get changed. As soon as the boys had left, she closed the curtain and quickly changed into her uniform. She knew the uniform wouldn't cover all of the bruises and such, but she hoped the boys wouldn't question her about them. By the time she was finished and sat down once again, the boys came back into the compartment.

Oliver's heart practically fell to his stomach when he seen the other bruises on the girl. He almost cried when he seen how loose fitting her clothes were around her abdomen, meaning she had lost weight. He believed the girl was perfect the way she was, but he was terribly concerned seeing that she had lost weight that she didn't need to lose. As soon as the trolley lady came, he bought a galleon worth of sweets, and he hoped Celeste would eat some of them. Percy and Weston bought their own sweets as well, but they had an idea of what Oliver was doing.

"Celeste, I bought some sweets. Would you like some?" He asked, but the girl shook her head.

"You should eat something, Celeste. The train ride is rather long." Weston commented, but again the girl shook her head.

"I know you want one or two, and I know you want to talk to us. Don't be afraid over anything that's happened, we're here for you now." Percy said, and Oliver nodded in agreement.

"I can't eat sweets." Celeste whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Why not?" Weston asked, crossing his arms.

"I'll be sick." She replied, looking over at them, finally giving them a full look of her tired eyes.

"How long has it been since you've eaten?" Oliver asked, his eyes softening when they met hers.

"Or slept?" Percy added, eyebrows raised.

"I haven't eaten since new years, and I haven't slept well since I left Hogwarts." She answered, though she almost hated herself as soon as those words left her mouth.

"Celeste! You need to eat!" Oliver exclaimed, shoving a thing of jelly slugs into the girl's hands.

Instead of arguing, the girl sighed silently and opened the package. She frowned when she picked up a jelly slug, but she slowly put it in her mouth anyhow. She felt herself gag when she chewed the sweet, and she felt her stomach turn when she had swallowed the sweet, but she was able to hold it down without really any issue. After another jelly slug, the girl was finally able to eat the rest of the package without any problems.

"Are you feeling a little better?" Oliver asked, and the girl nodded.

The jelly slugs had made her feel a little better, but they didn't fill her up. She knew she wouldn't be able to eat much, since her stomach hadn't had food in it for days, so she wouldn't be able to handle much, but she hoped to eat more at the feast. She knew Draco would be watching her the entire time, and though she knew he had absolutely nothing to do with her punishment, she couldn't help but feel a little angry at him.

She believed that if he cared, he would've sent food up to her, even if it was a simple piece of toast. From new years until the start of school, all Celeste had was water, and it wasn't close to good enough. She hated herself for finishing the sweets by new years, if she hadn't, she would've had something to eat while locked away in her room. The sweets would've at least given her a little energy to get through the torture curse, but she wasn't that lucky. She almost wished she could run away and never go back again...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. So, I have heard that you guys like soft Draco, so I was wondering if you guys would like me to keep him as soft Draco? I like him this way, at least, for this story, but should it change? Should the two cousins have more of a Regulus and Sirius feud later in the book?

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