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

Chapter Four: Sixth Year

The moment he had been chosen for the team, Draco ran straight to find Celeste. It was bright and early in the morning, so he was sure she would be up in her dorm room. When he didn't see her anywhere in the common room, Draco sent Pansy up to get Celeste. He had to talk to her immediately because he was excited. Almost ten minutes later, Celeste came down from her dorm room with a sleepy look on her face.

"I was summoned." She commented, and Draco nodded quickly.

"I got on the team, Celeste! I'm a seeker!" He exclaimed, as a grin formed on his face.

"Oh, Draco," Celeste began, as she walked over and pulled him into a hug,"I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it." She praised, and he blushed a light pink.

"I didn't even have to mention the brooms to get on the team. I actually need to find Pucey to tell him about the new brooms." He replied, making her nod.

"Well, I'll meet you at breakfast. You should go find him quickly." She said, before she walked away from her cousin.

Celeste made her way to the Great Hall, and found a seat at the almost empty table. As she sat down, she could feel eyes on her. Looking over, she could tell that Oliver Wood was the one who had been staring at her. When she caught him, he smiled at her, before looking away and talking to Percy Weasley. She didn't even get a chance to smile back, but she really didn't plan to, since she knew anyone could see her and tell her uncle or aunt.

"I heard Draco's on the team." Mattheo commented, as he sat down next to Celeste.

"Yes, he is. I'm so proud of him. I knew he could do it. I mean, he and I practiced forever when I was younger, and I gave him so many quidditch books and tactics. I want to believe he'd win every game, but I don't want to make his ego any bigger than it already is." She replied, causing Mattheo to laugh.

"You were the best on our team, so I wouldn't be surprised if he won every match." He answered, and she smiled.

As Mattheo and Celeste talked, Draco and his friends walked over to the table and sat across from Celeste. Gretchen and Regina refused to sit by her or anyone talking to her, especially since she yelled at them. They were still angry about it, and they planned to stay petty for a while longer. Honestly, they expected Celeste to apologize to them, but that was never going to happen.

"I wish you and Draco were both on the team. We'd be unbeatable if you were." Pucey commented, causing Celeste to sigh.

"I know, but I can't anymore. I have to be a proper lady, and quidditch is not a part of that lifestyle." She replied, making him roll his eyes.

"That's ridiculous, but I guess it is what it is. Thanks for teaching him all your quidditch knowledge. It doesn't feeling I'm training a brand new player." He said, and she chuckled.

Moments later, owls came into the Great Hall, dropping letters and packages in front of students. Celeste was surprised to see a letter fall in front of her, but she did smile when she seen a package. For the last few days, Celeste had been receiving packages from an anonymous person who was sending her some type of sweet treat. The package never had a name on it, but she swore she recognized the hand writing.

Anyhow, Celeste opened the package first. A small note was laying on top, which had read 'I hope you like this one. I know you haven't tried many, so I want you to try everything.' Smiling to herself, she moved the note and looked in the box. Inside was butterbeer fudge, and she was excited. She definitely had never tried that before, so she couldn't wait to try it later when no one would see her. She couldn't even allow anyone to see her eating any sweets, otherwise they'd tell on her. After opening the package, Celeste grabbed the letter and opened the envelope.

'Dear Celeste,

I know you are still angry with me, but I want you to know that I am sorry for what happened at the ball. I wasn't myself, but I'm over it now. I'd like you to know that our engagement will be announced on Christmas. We have until the end of your seventh year to prepare for the wedding.

I will have our manor and everything ready by the time we have our wedding. If luck doesn't permit us though, our wedding will be by Christmas of next year. I'm trying to give you time, but I can't always make the decisions. The problem is, Mr. Malfoy and my father make the decision on when our wedding will be held.

If we get married next Christmas, you will not be going back to Hogwarts. It's not like you need to finish your education, since you'll be staying in the manor most of the time, but I'm trying to let you finish for your apparition lessons. I know it's not the easiest to learn, so I'd rather you did it at Hogwarts. Either way, every other subject you learn will be pointless.

I'm not trying to make this marriage difficult, but you need to understand where I'm coming from. I will be your husband, I will provide for you, and at the end of the day, what I say is what will happen. I expect to hear back from you, otherwise I might have to make a split decision, like visit you at Hogwarts and figure out why you haven't contacted me. You might want to behave, if you know what's best for you.

Sincerely,
E.R.'

Celeste quickly lit the letter on fire and let it burn to ash. She was pissed, but she couldn't do anything about it. Everything was falling apart for her more and more. She knew if she acted out, she'd be severely punished when she got home. One way or another, she'd have to help herself somehow...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. So, I don't want to make Celeste completely mopey and helpless, but when it comes to pureblood families, especially ones that followed the Dark Lord, their lives weren't exactly the easiest, and they definitely weren't the happiest.

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