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

Chapter Six: Seventh Year

Celeste ate in silence that night, since she was still fuming over what Harry Potter had accused her of. She honestly wanted to beat the hell out of him, but Oliver had stopped her before she could. He was right, she would get in trouble for beating up a third year, especially since the third year would've been Harry Potter. She honestly wished there was some way for her to knuck him off of his pedestal, and make him the same as everyone else. She thought it was outrageous that Harry got special treatment from every teacher, only because he was the "boy-who-lived." His title wasn't very impressive to Celeste, but anyone could claim that it was because she wanted her cousin to be more popular than the Potter boy.

Anyhow, Celeste didn't get very far after the dinner in the Great Hall. She was headed back to the dungeons, when she was stopped by Oliver Wood. Now, Oliver knew better than to let anyone see him with her, but he needed to talk to her. He needed to see how she was doing, and he couldn't wait until the next morning in class to do so.

"What do you want, Wood?" Celeste asked, crossing her arms, indicating she was still mad about the Potter fiasco.

"Look, Celeste, I know you're mad at Harry, but I really can't do anything about your anger. I did tell Harry to back off though, and I explained to him that you weren't like your father," Oliver said, and Celeste merely nodded,"How are you?" He asked, hoping the girl wasn't too upset.

"Well, I'm very angry at bloody Potter, but I'm trying to get over it. I mean, he's a third year, what could he possibly know?" She commented, and Oliver nodded slightly,"He just added on to my already stressful day, but what does he care?" She grumbled, sighing slightly,"I need to go, Oliver, otherwise someone might see, and I'll get punished," She murmured, before turning to walk away.

She got about five steps away, before she heard Snape call for her. Turning to her head of house, he stopped for a moment in front of her.

"All students are to report to the Great Hall for the night," He said, glancing up at Oliver Wood.

"Can we know why, Professor?" Oliver asked, causing Snape to sigh.

"Black has just tried to break into Gryffindor tower. All of the students must stay in the Great Hall where it's safe, until we find Black, or we know he's not on the premises anymore," Snape replied, and the two students nodded.

Celeste tried to stay a step away from Oliver, to keep from raising suspicions, but she knew there wasn't much she could do. Before she and Oliver got very far from Snape, he called out to her one last time.

"Malfoy," He called, causing her to turn to him,"it may ease the mind, if you knew none of the professors believe you've been helping your father. We believe you are innocent," He said, and she nodded with a small smile.

Oliver and Celeste entered the Great Hall moments later, and they were told to take a spot on the floor. Instead of breaking everyone up into their houses, the professors simply had each student lay down in a spot as they arrived in the Great Hall. So, Celeste was stuck between Mattheo and Oliver, which she really hadn't expected. Below her feet were Draco, Blaise, Theo, Crabbe, and Goyle. Pansy was laying with Astoria and Daphne Greengrass about twenty students away from the group.

Celeste almost groaned out loud when she glanced up and see Harry almost right across from her on the other side of the Great Hall. She wanted to throw something at him, but she couldn't. Dumbledore was one of the main ones walking the Great Hall, so Celeste knew she'd be in a lot of trouble if she was caught hurting the golden boy of Hogwarts.

"Your glare is going to turn him to stone," Oliver murmured, causing Celeste to scoff quietly.

"Serves him right," She grumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around herself.

"Tomorrow, if we're still alive, you should come find me in the quidditch--" Oliver began, but Celeste cut him off.

"I can not handle being around anything quidditch, since I'm forbidden to play. Draco is lucky I go to his games," Celeste said, frowning as she talked about her beloved sport,"I will find you, but you will be coming with me somewhere else," She murmured, before turning away to fall asleep.

Oliver wondered what she had meant by somewhere else, but he really couldn't question her. Besides, it seemed he was getting somewhere in their friendship. If he was lucky, the small friendship could turn into more-he could almost only dream. He knew she hated the idea of getting married off to someone she hated. He knew she was being tortured at the manor, but there wasn't anything he could do. He also now knew her father was Sirius Black, and she was being criticized and hated for it by everyone who knew.

He wanted to be that person that helped her. He wanted to be her shoulder to cry on, if the girl ever actually cried. Celeste wasn't one to show such a raw emotion, so he wasn't sure she ever actually cried. He wanted to be by her side, and he wanted to be with her, but he had to take baby steps. His friends knew he liked her-loved her even, but he couldn't come off too strong.

Oliver had practically been obsessed with her since the day he had laid eyes on her. He knew it, his friends knew it, almost all the kids in school knew it, and his parents knew it, too. Celeste was different. She was someone worth fighting for. She was someone Oliver wished he could always have in his life. She may be a little broken, but even broken chocolate is still edible...