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

Chapter Seven: Seventh Year

The next morning, all of the students were up early to go back to their dorms. Sirius hadn't been found, but they were almost sure he wasn't in the castle anymore. Celeste had gone straight to her dorm and cleaned herself up. Her body ached from laying on the hard ground of the Great Hall. Once she was clean and dressed, she went back to the Great Hall for breakfast. She didn't eat much, but she ate a little, and that's all that really mattered.

"So, did anyone accuse you last night after Black tried to break in?" Mattheo asked, causing Celeste to shake her head.

"No, not after he tried to break in, but Harry Potter tried to accuse me yesterday before dinner. The stupid third year called me awful names, and threatened me because of my father. I would've hexed Potter, if it wasn't for the fact that I'd be in a lot of trouble for hurting Dumbledore's favorite orphan," Celeste spat, making Mattheo chuckle.

"Y'know, technically you're an orphan, too," Mattheo commented, and Celeste nodded.

"Yes, I'm aware," She replied,"but I said he was Dumbledore's favorite orphan. Which means he gets special treatment," Celeste added, causing Mattheo to nod in agreement.

Celeste seemed to always be able to joke about being an orphan. Since her father was in Azkaban and her mother was dead, she was labeled an orphan, and she never really cared for being upset over the term. Sirius may be out of Azkaban now, but that didn't mean Celeste was any less of an orphan. Celeste realized though, that it seemed her father was trying to get to Potter, which made her wonder just how stupid her father really was.

Well, she figured if her father got to Potter first, she'd feel a lot more relief. Hell, she may even be the favorite orphan of the school after Potter. Anyhow, once she was finished eating, she bid Mattheo a farewell, claiming she was going to the library to study. He never asked, since he hated studying. When Oliver seen Celeste stand up, he waited for her to get to the doors of the Great Hall, before he stood up as well and followed her out.

"Where are we going?" Oliver asked, looking over at Celeste.

"I found a place for us to go. I found it a couple of days ago," She replied, and he nodded.

Celeste took him to a wall, which made his eyebrows furrow. He was really confused, but when he seen a door appear, his eyes widened. Walking inside, the room looked like a small home. There was a bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a room somewhat of a mix of the Slytherin and Gryffindor common rooms.

"This place is amazing. How did you find it?" He asked, as he sat down on the couch near the fireplace.

"I needed a place to relax and think after receiving a letter from my fiance," She began, saying the word fiance as if it was poison on her tongue,"the door appeared when I had walked past, and when I opened the door, it looked like this," She replied, admiring the place for a moment.

"Have you showed anyone else this room?" He asked, causing her to shake her head.

"No, but I did some research, and this is the Room of Requirement, or also known as the come and go room. It appears as whatever you need," She said, and he simply nodded.

"I wasn't expecting you to agree to hang out with me today," Oliver commented, as Celeste sat down next to him on the couch,"I was honestly expecting you to hex me, or at least tell me to piss off," He added, and she chuckled.

"I would've, but I'm so tired, Oliver. I'm just not the same person as I was before. I can't keep being that person," Celeste said, causing Oliver to frown.

Oliver understood that Celeste was having troubles, he just wasn't sure of the extent of her problems. He knew she wasn't happy about being married though, that was almost as obvious as the fact that she was a Slytherin. He didn't care about her house though, he only cared about her heart.

"Honestly, Celeste, you shouldn't have to deal with everything you're going through. You shouldn't have to be forced into a marriage with a pureblood arsehole. You shouldn't be starved, beaten, or tortured as a punishment by people who claim to be your family. You're an amazing girl, and not one person in this world should lay a hand on you," Oliver stated, looking straight into Celeste's eyes.

Celeste didn't know what to say. Hearing those words from Oliver's mouth made her heart skip a beat. She almost felt like she could cry, but of course, she wouldn't cry over a few words. Leaning forward, Celeste wrapped her arms around Oliver for a hug. Feeling his arms wrap around her caused her heart to flutter, which was very uncommon for her. His scent invaded her nose like smoke from a fire. He smelt like broomstick polish, grass, and butterbeer. Oliver inhaled her scent as well, which was coconut, vanilla, and lavender.

The two stayed in each other's embrace for a moment, before Celeste pulled back a bit. She stared into his eyes, words caught on her tongue that she wanted to say to him. It was as if she had gone mute, since the words wouldn't slip out. Seconds passed like hours, as the two slowly leaned into to each other. It may seem cliche, but sparks flew when their lips met. The kiss was shortly lived though, since Celeste pulled away almost as soon as she realized what she was doing.

"Oh no," Celeste murmured,"We should not have done that. I'm going to get in so much trouble if someone found out. Ethan would kill me--" She rambled, but Oliver cut her off.

His lips met hers once more, but this time she didn't pull away. In fact, the girl deepened the kiss. She allowed herself to relax and enjoy it, feeling somewhat better than she had in weeks. Oliver enjoyed it as well. His stomach was doing flips, and his heart was beating like crazy. He was kissing the girl of his dreams, and she was kissing him back...