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

Chapter Thirteen: Sixth Year

Celeste had successfully avoided Gretchen and Regina, as well as Oliver and his friends. She did feel a little down when she wasn't randomly speaking to Oliver or one of his friends, mostly Percy, but there wasn't anything that she could do. She had to protect them, and she bad to protect Draco. Draco did not need to get into any trouble because of her, if he did, she would hate herself for it. She already somewhat hated herself because Draco was brought into it at all by the two she devils Celeste use to call her friends.

Celeste could feel Oliver's eyes on her often, which made her feel terrible. She didn't know why, but she felt rather guilty thinking about the fact that she had been avoiding him. He hadn't really done anything wrong, other than not being perfect in her family's eyes. She wanted to protect him, much like she had wished someone would've protected her. It was too late for her now though, but it wasn't too late for the others, especially Draco. She could teach Draco all the right and wrong things about the wizarding world, and she could hope that he would choose to follow the right instead of the wrong.

Obviously, Celeste knew there was going to be quite a bit of pressure put on Draco because of his parents, but if she worked hard enough, she could save him from their ideologies before they were forced on him too much. Celeste also knew if she was going to work with Draco, she was going to need to teach him how to pretend to be like his parents when he was around them, otherwise he would be severely punished, much like she was quite often.

Draco was fairly impressionable, mostly because he was a kid, so if she worked with him soon enough, he would know to copy her and not his parents. She loved Draco, even when he acted up, but she wouldn't be able to deal with him being a blood supremacist like his parents. If he was, she would have to either change his mind, or turn away from him even if it hurt.

Anyhow, weeks after ignoring Oliver, his friends, Regina, and Gretchen, Celeste was hit with another problem. She recieved an owl from Ethan, and the words on the parchment weren't too pretty.

'Dear Celeste,

Your aunt and uncle have arranged for our marriage to be the day after you arrive back at the manor at the end of your seventh year. Your aunt will be having everything prepared over Christmas next year, so when our wedding day comes, you will not have anything to worry about.

Now, your uncle has reassured me that you haven't talked to anyone lesser than us, but I can't help but feel as if he's lying to me. See, I've heard a couple rumors going around that you have been talking to half bloods and mudbloods during school this year. If you don't remember what happens when you talk to them, I can surely remind you when you get home.

I will be checking in on you from time to time while you are in school. I hope you know that I have rather amazing friends that still go to Hogwarts, as well as a professor that is willing to tell me what I want to know. Be careful, Celeste, you might not like the consequences if you aren't.

- E.R.'

Celeste had set the letter on fire almost immediately, since she was certain that Gretchen and Regina had somehow sent an owl to Ethan telling him about their suspicions. Soon, she wasn't going to be able to deal with their taunting and their evil ways. She needed to figure out a way to protect Draco, as well as get herself out of the position she was in. Each day seemed to get worse and worse for her. Soon she wouldn't even be able to look at herself in the mirror without scowling or crying.

Honestly, Celeste was mad at herself. She was angry that she couldn't get out of her marriage that was soon to happen. She was angry that her aunt and uncle were dictating her entire life, and if she even made a peep of something the didn't like, she'd be punished. She hated that she couldn't be friends with the people she knew wouldn't judge her for anything.

Gretchen and Regina were always so judgy, and Mattheo somewhat was, too. He wasn't as judgy, but when it came to blood status, he was very judgy. A few times he had judged a person based on their house, but that ended once he had become friends with a snappy Ravenclaw. The only reason he could possibly be friends with the boy, was because he was a pureblood. Mattheo swore the boy hated anyone that wasn't a pureblood, but Celeste wasn't too sure.

Anyhow, after breakfast, Celeste slowly made her way to Transfiguration. Even though she and Oliver didn't talk anymore, neither person tried to convince Mcgonagall to move them somewhere else. They figured it was better to sit next to each other, even in silence, than to be sat next to someone who was a judgy arsehole. While sitting at the desk doing her classwork, Celeste felt a piece of parchment being wedged under her arm.

Looking over discreetly, she seen that Oliver had been the one to put the parchment under her arm. She hoped that he had made sure no one seen him, otherwise all of the work she did to avoid him would be for nothing. Obviously, she didn't want to purposely avoid the boy, but she wasn't going to put him in harm's way because she needed a friend.

Biting her lip, Celeste glanced around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to her. Once she was sure no one was looking, she pulled the parchment from under her arm and carefully opened it-only enough for her to be able to read it, not for everyone behind her to be able to have a glance as well...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. The next one will be better, I promise.

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