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

Chapter Three: Sixth Year

Sitting on her bed in her dorm room, she read through a book she was given for Christmas last year. The book had been sent to her a few days before Christmas from someone she didn't know. The person seemed to always sign off their letters, or notes in the books, as R.L. or Moony. Obviously Celeste didn't know anyone with those initials or that nickname, but she loved the books she recieved every Christmas. The book she would recieve would be one of her favorite gifts, other than what she would recieve each year from Draco or Oliver.

Celeste could hear Regina and Gretchen talking to each other in the dorm, since Celeste shared a dorm with one of them. She also shared with two other girls, but she never really spoke to them. The girls were really stuck up, but they were also a little frightened by Celeste's familial status, so they didn't want to upset her in any way. They felt like she could get their families in trouble. Their fathers could lose their jobs, and the girls didn't want to chance that. Obviously, Celeste wouldn't intentionally hurt the girls, but she could accidentally do it, if she told her aunt and uncle about it, without realizing that she was going to get the girls' families in trouble.

"She's always complaining about it. I mean, I wish I could have the money and power she has. She can do anything without getting in trouble, I get in trouble for messing up my shoes." Gretchen commented quietly, but Celeste heard her.

Celeste tried to ignore the girls and their comments, but as they talked more and more about how ungrateful Celeste was, she became completely angry. Standing up, Celeste slammed her book shut and set it on her bed. She then turned around, crossed her arms, and glared at the girls. The slamming of her book had made them jump, and when they seen her staring at them, they went completely silent.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face, or shut your bloody mouths. I'm so tired of the way you two are acting. If you guys want my life so bad, then go home and be the good little pureblood women like you keep saying I should be," She spat,"I can't believe I wanted to try and be friends with you two again. All you two do is complain and gossip about the people in this school. If you kept your mouths shut and listened as much as you two talk, you might actually learn something. I'm surprised you two have even made it to sixth year with how low your grades are. You two are never going to make it in the wizarding world. I hope you two get what's coming for you from the way you've been acting." She ranted, before stomping out of the dorm room.

As she came down the stairs, she spotted Mattheo sitting in the common room with Draco. He and Draco were talking, but she couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. Once they spotted her, they went quiet and motioned for her to come over and sit down.

"We heard you yelling." Mattheo commented, and Draco nodded in agreement.

"I was yelling at Gretchen and Regina. They make me so bloody mad. I just can't deal with them right now." Celeste replied, as she sat down across from her cousins.

"What were you yelling at them for?" Draco asked, looking over at the girl.

"They were talking about how ungrateful I am. They think I should be showing off my money and blood status more, and that I should start following the pureblood rules. They're mad that I'm the one getting more praise than they are from their own families." Celeste said, causing the boys to sigh and shake their heads.

"Those two constantly complain about how hard their lives are, Celeste. I heard Gretchen telling Regina that her dad wouldn't give her extra galleons for this really expensive purse, so she felt like she was being neglected." Mattheo commented, as he rolled his eyes at the memory.

"I don't even want to think of them right now," She murmured,"Draco, how's your classes going?" She asked, turning to her younger cousin.

"They're fine. I'm not really worried about my classes this year. I'm more worried about making it on to the quidditch team." He replied, and she nodded.

"You'll do fine, Draco. I've taught you everything I know, and I gave you all of my quidditch books. You'll be better than a professional; definitely more than Harry." She commented, causing him to nod and smirk.

She knew if she mentioned that he'd be better than Harry, then he would feel better about tryouts. The second years had a harder time trying out than everyone else, but Celeste knew that Draco could make the team.

"Father is buying new brooms for the team, but only if I'm on it." Draco commented, and Celeste nodded.

"Well, try your best, but if you think you've failed, let Pucey know about the brooms." She replied, winking playfully at the young boy.

Draco nodded once, knowing he would mention the brooms after he tried out. He would tell Pucey in secret though, so he wouldn't look bad in front of the team. He didn't want to buy his way in, but if he had to, he definitely would. Besides, he wanted to make Celeste proud, since he knew how much quidditch meant to her. If he could be on the team, and he could win at least one game, he knew Celeste would be proud of him.

Celeste would honestly be proud of Draco rather he made the team or not. As long as he tried, that's all that she cared about. She was proud of him for many things, so she wouldn't be mad at him if he didn't make the team. She just hoped Pucey would take the bait of the brooms in case Draco wasn't too great at quidditch. Celeste knew he was good though, since she taught him a bit, so she didn't doubt his quidditch abilities even a little bit...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. Don't worry, Oliver will be back in the story soon!

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