Chapter Fifteen: Fifth Year

1.9K 63 1
                                    

Celeste hadn't expected her day to end like this. She had been sitting with Mattheo for dinner, and Draco and his friends were sitting in front of her. She and Draco had cheered when they had heard that Slytherin had won the house cup, considering Dumbledore only liked Gryffindor. Hell, if the Gryffindors breathed the right way, Dumbledore would award them ten points. It was honestly ridiculous to be honest, but there wasn't anything Celeste could do about it. She knew she'd be out of Hogwarts soon enough, and she wouldn't have to deal with Dumbledore's house prejudice once she was gone.

Anyhow, not even minutes later, Dumbledore announced that he had last minute points to award. All the points had went to Gryffindors; first years to be exact. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom were awarded points, changing the house cup to Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. The entire Slytherin table booed, and Celeste discreetly flipped Dumbledore her middle finger. It may not have been very ladylike, but it sure made Mattheo, Draco, Crabb, Goyle, Theo, and Blaise laugh.

Harry Potter was the golden boy of the entire school, so Celeste was sure he'd always be awarded points for everything he ever did. She could hear murmurs, and she caught word that Harry and his friends had handled something to do with Professor Quirrell. She wasn't sure what they did, but she knew Draco would tell her as soon as he found out the truth. One of the many good things about Draco being in the same year as Harry Potter, was that he could gossip with his cousin, and tell her all of the dirt he got on the young boy.

"Of course, Saint Potter and his little friends get awarded points last minute. Dumbledore would never allow anyone but Gryffindor to have the house cup." Draco sneered, and Celeste agreed with him.

"Don't worry, Draco, I bet everything Dumbledore spoke of was a lie. He's just showing his house prejudice after all." Celeste replied, as everyone around her nodded in agreement.

Once dinner was finished, the Slytherins stormed out of the Great Hall. If it wasn't obvious, the entire Slytherin house was pissed at Dumbledore, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Well, technically Neville's points really wouldn't have made much of a difference, but he had been awarded last minute points with the others, so he was receiving the same glares as the others. Hell, even Snape could see just how angry his house was, and he didn't blame them. They had won the house cup, only for it to be taken from them and given to the Gryffindors.

"They'll always be awarded for absolutely no reason. They're not even smart, they're just daring idiots." Theo commented, as he walked with his friends.

Draco had been hanging out with his cousin more after they had spoken, so his friends were around her often as well. Theo and Blaise liked being around her though, since they believed she was absolutely stunning. Draco had to yell at them more than once for gawking at Celeste during meals. The two boys had trouble keeping their eyes off of Draco's cousin, and it made him a bit uncomfortable. He knew she was beautiful, but he was a little boy, and he didn't like people staring at her like that.

"I'm telling Father about this. He will not be happy with that oaf." Draco sneered, and for once, Celeste chuckled at the thought of her uncle.

Celeste knew her uncle hated Dumbledore, and any chance he got, he would bash the man for his mistakes. Dumbledore had many flaws, and Celeste could easily see them from every little thing Dumbledore did or said. She could tell there was something not quite right about Dumbledore, other than his house prejudice, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. She needed to figure it out though, otherwise something bad could happen if she ignored signs of problems or danger.

"I'm so happy that school is over and we'll be going home tomorrow. I couldn't handle looking at those damn Gryffindors for another day." Mattheo grumbled, and Celeste nodded.

She still hadn't talked to Oliver and his friends, and she doubted she ever would. She had to think about her own safety and life. If anyone told her family she was hanging out with Gryffindors, especially half bloods, she'd be tortured beyond an inch of her life. She wouldn't be surprised if she was tortured into a damn coma if she tried to disobey her uncle for such things.

Oliver missed talking to Celeste, even though she had only talked to him a couple of times. Ever since she had saved him from being hexed by Gretchen, Oliver has been completely head over heels for the girl. Nobody could ever be her, and he was determined to get her to talk to him again. She was beautiful, smart, caring, and kind, even though she was a Slytherin. One way or another, he was going to get her to talk to him again, even if it came down to his last resort; bringing the twins in on the mission.

Speaking of the Weasley twins, Percy had sent a letter to Charlie, telling him about Celeste. Charlie had openly said he had missed the girl, and seen her like a little sister when he was in school. He had told his younger brother about Celeste completely ghosting him, which hurt him more than he'd admit. Percy told him about what had actually happened, as well as telling him about the bruises he had seen on the girl. He told his brother about his worries for the girl, and Charlie worried as well. The two were determined to help the girl, especially if there was a chance to help Oliver as well.

Oliver and Celeste desevered to be happy, and the Gryffindors were positive that the two would be happiest together. Oliver agreed, of course, but Celeste didn't know anything about it. She believed it was just the Gryffindor personality, not an obvious obsession Oliver had on her. One way or another, Celeste was going to learn that Oliver was completely and undoubtedly in love with her...

×××××××××××××××××××××

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. One more chapter in this part!

Love you guys!

Vote
Comment
Share&
Follow!

- Youngblood Xxx

3 A.M. (Oliver Wood) *ON HOLD*Where stories live. Discover now