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

Chapter Thirteen: Seventh Year

Celeste made sure to keep the key to her vault hidden, and she signed the deed to the manor, before watching as a certified stamp appeared approving the manor as her own. She planned to visit the manor soon and set it up how she wanted it to look. She wasn't even sure if she was going to live in it, but she was happy to have the manor. As soon as classes were over for the day, Celeste ran to Lupin's office to see him.

"I wasn't expecting a visit," Lupin commented, as Celeste hugged him.

He always smelled of chocolate, parchment, and old books. She found comfort in the scent, since she knew he was one of the only people that truly cared for her in her life. Even though Narcissa had sent a nice letter to her, didn't mean she actually cared. She could've been trying to save face, or worse, she could've been trying to find a way to get Celeste to come back.

"I have to show you something," Celeste said, as she pulled the letter and the deed from her bag.

Lupin quickly read the letter, before he looked down at the deed to the manor. His eyes widened, especially when he seen the key that Celeste was keeping around her neck.

"Whoa," Lupin murmured,"I would've never expected this from a Malfoy," He commented, and Celeste nodded.

"I know," She answered,"but its all there. Besides, you remember that I promised Draco to be there for him. He's the one Malfoy I will always love and tolerate," Celeste added, causing Lupin to smile.

"Well, it seems you've gotten yourself a place to live faster than I thought. Guess you won't be spending at least the summer with me," Lupin said, making Celeste frown.

"Moony," She began, using the name she had learned to call him over Christmas break,"I want you to live in the manor with me. I can't live in it by myself, and besides, the place you live in now is breaking down. This will be safer," She stated, causing him to sigh.

"I don't want to impose on your life, Celeste--" He began, before she cut him off.

"You're not. You've got to believe me. Besides, I feel safer myself when I have someone living with me," She commented, making him reluctantly nod.

She knew using her own safety as a reason for him to move in would definitely convince him. Once Celeste had Lupin convinced to move in, she ran to the Room of Requirement to meet up with Oliver. She had told him she'd meet up with him after she spoke to Lupin.

"So, how'd it go?" He asked, once the girl had entered.

"He's moving in," She replied, a smile on her face.

"Good, I'm happy for you," He answered, smiling with her.

Ever since their encounter in the Room of Requirement, it's been a little awkward between the two. Oliver was still very much caught up on her, and he wanted to be with her, but he didn't know how she felt about him. He didn't know if she got butterflies in her stomach when he talked to her, like he did when she talked to him. He didn't know if she felt the sparks when they kissed, like he had felt them. He didn't know if she felt her heart beat faster when he was around, like his dead every time he seen her or just had her sitting next to him.

What he didn't know, was that she felt the exact same way as he did. Ever since they kissed, she hadn't been able to get him out of her head. He was just so perfect, something she believed she wasn't, and she was sure she wasn't good for him. He was a sweetheart, and she was a bitch. Yes, they both loved quidditch. Yes, they were both smart. Yes, they were really good friends, but Celeste wasn't sure that she'd ever be good enough for him.

As the two sat in awkward silence for a bit, they both contemplated what they should do. They thought about their lives, about each other, and about their choices. Once Oliver had, had enough of the silence, he turned towards Celeste and grasped her chin with his fingers lightly. In seconds, he had placed his lips on hers and kissed her softly. When they pulled away, Celeste stared at him with pink cheeks.

"What was that for?" Celeste asked, her voice low.

"I fancy you, Celeste Black," Oliver admitted,"I've fancied you for years; ever since we started Hogwarts. I've always wanted to get to know you, to be your friend, to be with you. You're so funny, so gorgeous, so perfect, and I can't keep my feelings in the dark anymore. I've been trying so hard to cover them up, mostly because I don't want to scare you off. You've been having such a hard life these last few months, and I didn't want you to feel alone, so I covered up my feelings, but I can't anymore. I fancy the bloody hell out of you, Celeste, and I hope you fancy me, too," Oliver said, and Celeste grinned.

Instead of saying anything to him at first, the girl simply pulled him to her and placed her lips on his. When they pulled apart, he chuckled awkwardly.

"So, does that mean you fancy me as well, or...?" He trailed off, causing the girl to laugh.

"Yes, I fancy you, too, you idiot," She replied, and he grinned.

"So, does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked, biting his lip.

"I guess, but you could've asked a bit better than that. I'll accept it though," She answered, and he smiled.

He kissed her once more, before he let out a giddy laugh. He never expected to have her as his girlfriend. Yes, he had wished and dreamed of it, but he never thought it would come true. His dream had come true, and his dream was sitting right in front of him...