This one is SLOWLY moving. Please bear with me… Also keep in mind that this story (or any others like this) will not go with the flow of the Harry Potter books.
I do not own Harry Potter, because my name is not J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Four:
It was unbelievably easy to convince Draco that she was not feeling her best that morning. Cilwenu told Draco that she would rather spend her Sunday indoors, and when he offered to stay with her, she lied and said what she had was highly contagious.
When Draco had been gone at least a half hour, Cilwenu slipped on her normal clothes, and out of the dormitory. Harry met her on the bridge, throwing his invisibility cloak over her head to hide her from everyone else. She had deep regrets for lying, but at the same time, she felt her limbs fill with an adrenaline rush.
She couldn't wait to be with her friends for the whole day… or, at least until she knew Draco would be back to check on her.
"People are going to think I'm completely mental for talking to myself." Harry said, trying to look as unsuspicious as he possibly could.
Cilwenu looked at him from underneath the cloak, smiling, "Oh, Harry… I'm the only one that fits that category at this moment."
"Are you sure Malfoy won't suspect you?" Harry then asked. He looked down every time he opened his mouth.
"He already suspects me enough…"
"You're right. You are mental."
Through the cloak, Cilwenu punched Harry in the arm. A group of wizards stared at him as he cried out in pain. Harry merely swallowed and shook his head.
"Bloody hell… that really hurt."
Cilwenu smirked proudly… "Do you think I can take this thing off yet?"
"Pretty sure the coast will be clear by now."
The cloak slipped off Cilwenu's body, revealing her smiling face to her close friend. Harry seemed relieved enough, not having to look like he was talking aloud to himself. He nudged Cilwenu playfully, shooting her a wink.
Cilwenu blushed, "Ah, Harry, you git."
"I like it better when you don't have a jerk attached to your hip." Harry laughed. He threw an arm around Cilwenu's shoulders. Cilwenu nodded her head at him in response.
They were approaching The Three Broomsticks, where they would meet up with the others.
Hermione and Ron stood outside of the Pub with Fred and George, Ron's erratic twin brothers. They looked over at Harry and Cilwenu. Hermione waved enthusiastically, while Ron stood there, looking emotionless as ever.
It was definitely time to pull the poor redhead aside.
"I love the taste of Pumpkin Juice." Cilwenu hummed, wiping the creamy substance from her top lip, after downing her third glass.
Fred and George sat on either side of her, bouncing happily to another one of their newest inventions. Ron, however, was just staring at Cilwenu. It was bothersome, really… but…
"Are you certain you won't get caught here?" Hermione inquired.
Cilwenu shrugged, "Harry brought his invisibility cloak… I don't suspect Draco will come to Hogsmeade while Slytherin is practicing for the Quidditch game."
Harry nodded in agreement, and leaned back in his chair until it whined at his weight.
Hermione wrapped her fingers around Cilwenu's hand, "Is he good to you? Malfoy, I mean."
Cilwenu nodded, "Yes. He is exceptionally good."
"I still cannot believe that…"
"That's too bad, Hermione…" she paused, "There is a lot about Draco you do not know, and have not seen."
Ron snorted at this, making everyone cast their glances at him. Cilwenu wiggled her hand from underneath her muggle-born friend. She felt hurt at his gesture.
"Ronald…" Hermione said in a breathy voice.
He glared, "Like anyone can actually believe that rubbish… There is nothing good at all about Draco Malfoy, and everyone at this table can't say otherwise. Even his girlfriend."
Cilwenu shuddered at Ron's tone. She looked at him, hurt, "You don't know him…"
"I know him." Ron started, "I know he uses people. He's a jerk. He has you on bloody lockdown!" Ron's eyes were filled with fire. He shoved his glass away from him, gripping the handle so hard that his knuckles turned white.
They all watched as Ron stood up from the table, and then turned around to leave.
Cilwenu stood up too, and followed him.
Ever since Draco warded Ron off in the hallway when Ron innocently said Hello to Cilwenu, Ron hadn't been the same with her since. It hurt her to know that her boyfriend drove Ron away from their friendship, and if she couldn't at least get Ron out of this nonsense and talk to her, Cilwenu would have to say something to Draco.
It wasn't really as if Ron was interested in her. He admitted he was never going to ask her out in the first place. The fact that Draco automatically assumed something like that infuriated him… and Ron watched as Cilwenu turned her head and let the Slytherin boy have at him. Harry told Cilwenu that was the reason he was being so absurd.
It didn't help that Ron was bothered by the way Draco treated Cilwenu. He hated that she allowed him to do such things…
"I don't like what Pansy told me." Draco sneered, looking down at Cilwenu on the couch.
Cilwenu wiggled uncomfortably, "Why do you believe her?"
"That's not the point." He bit, "I don't want you hanging around with blood traitors, especially not them."
"I hardly think that is even remotely fair Draco. She's not the most truthful person in this school, and you know this. I cannot believe you for taking her word over mine."
Draco shook his head, "When I'm not around, someone else will be."
"Ron!" Cilwenu shouted, trailing close behind the redhead.
Ron threw his arms into the air, quickening his pace, "Piss off!"
"Ronald! Please!"
"Leave me alone!" Ron hissed.
"It's not my fault Draco acts that way, Ron, you can't take it out on me! That's not fair…"
Ron stopped. He stopped in his tracks, and Cilwenu almost went head on into his back. She stood behind him, staring up at the back of Ron's head.
"You didn't even defend me.. Why won't you tell Malfoy that he can't pick and choose your friends! You're his girlfriend, not his daughter."
"You're right, but Ron, it's not that easy!" Cilwenu yelled.
He kicked the ground, "It isn't always going to be easy…"
"No… Draco cannot pick my friends for me, and he is not doing a very good job of this possessive watch on me." Cilwenu began, "He might be a jerk, but he is the guy I'm with and I like him a lot. It might not make sense to you why I like him, or why I let him do this to me… but my father does it too."
Ron turned his head a little, looking at Cilwenu from the corner of his eye.
"I'm not allowed to have friends in any other house because of something in my father's past. It must have hurt him so deep that he told me not to associate with you guys to protect me. What exactly is so bad about you is nothing I can ever imagine… They both tell me to stay away from you, and I can't…"
"Cilwenu…"
"Besides, Ron… I've been coming to see you guys whenever I can… Isn't that enough? Why do you have to stare at me like you hate me every time I walk up?" Cilwenu leaned until her forehead rest against her friend's back.
Ron's shoulders were tight, "He told me to stay away from you."
"So you're going to listen to him? Ron… if I had to stay away from you… if I had to stay away from Hermione and Harry, I would die." Cilwenu felt as if she would cry. She hated the thought of not being able to see her friends.
She hated not being able to see them like she used to.
Cilwenu kept her head down even when Ron turned to look down at her. He hugged her to his chest, and shook his head.
"You're too good for him, you know…" He commented.
"Bugger, Ron… stop ruining the moment." Cilwenu laughed, clinging to her friend.
Luna and Neville were there when Cilwenu and Ron walked back into the pub.
They sat there for what seemed like years, talking and laughing about silly things Cilwenu missed dearly.
There were at least twenty empty glasses of pumpkin juice that covered the table by the time they left, and Harry, as generously dispositional as he was, took the tab, refusing to let anyone pay for their mess.
Together, arm-in-arm, the group walked up the trail leading out of Hogsmeade.
And that was when Cilwenu saw him.
Draco.
It was too late for Harry to whisk out his cloak and hide Cilwenu when Draco caught sight of her in between the string of friends.
His eyes were wide, angry, unbelieving.
She lied to him, and she was caught.
Draco immediately rushed towards his girlfriend. He stopped short of where she stood, prepared for the worst out of his mouth. She saw nothing but pure anger in his face. He would not forgive her for this, and it was completely absurd.
It was completely unfair.
"Draco…" Cilwenu coughed.
Draco snatched up her wrist in his hand, pulling her out of the arm-link. Cilwenu cried out in pain at his strength, and Hermione lunged forwards. Draco gave her a daring stare. He held Cilwenu so close to his face, that in the back of her mind, she just hoped he was going to let it go…
It was impossible.
"Malfoy, you let her go this instant!" Hermione screamed.
Cilwenu didn't know whether his vice grip could get any stronger until it had. She felt her knees begin to buckle, and tears sting her eyes.
"What are you doing here with them!" Draco yelled, ignoring Hermione, who was hushed then by Luna. "You lied to me!"
"Draco… you're hurting me…" Cilwenu whimpered, her muscles throbbing and fingers growing numb.
"Pansy was right… I wasn't going to fully believe her, but you just proved it, didn't you?"
"Pl-please, Draco… please…." she begged. "Please d-don't be mad at me… please."
He jerked her straight up, seeing her knees give in to gravity. Cilwenu cried out, her chest heaving up and down out of fright. She'd never seen such anger in her boyfriend than she was now.
"It's a little too late for that, Snape." He hissed.
It stung to hear her last name drip off his tongue coldly.
Draco released Cilwenu's wrist. She was pulled back by Ron, and held close by Hermione, who was still trying her hardest to keep cool in front of Draco.
His eyes scanned the group twice over, before he turned and shuddered.
"Don't bother trying to beg… It won't help."
Note: Ah… well, I feel a little better now that I have written Cilwenu's first three years in a One-Shot series. I hope it cleared some stuff up about her. Bleh, I write on a whim, so I wonder what my brain will come up for the next chapter. Other than a NEW character :D
I see a pattern in my stories and it slightly annoys me.
Please review. I love advice and nice people. :D