As promised. Here is the fifth chapter.

I do not own Harry Potter, because I'm not J.K. Rowling.
I also do not own Althea Mirna. She is property of bonexyz


Chapter Five:

"But I'm not your girlfriend."

Draco cocked his head to the side slightly, "Do you want to be?"

According to anyone that had heard about it, Cilwenu and Draco were no longer together.

Single-handedly, Cilwenu betrayed, lied, and hurt Draco at the same time, ultimately leading him to stop talking to her. In the halls, he acted like she wasn't even visible, not to mention wanting to be separated from her in class, since he couldn't switch periods.

Cilwenu hadn't cried since the last time they did talk, and she wasn't about to give in to the lies.

She's sleeping with Ron Weasely. Draco was using her. She is just a slut anyways. Trash.

Walking to her classes seemed like miles between. She kept her head up high, and eyes just as well. She openly hung around Harry, Ron, and Hermione without regret now… It didn't really matter who saw them now. Severus knew too and Cilwenu spent the rest of her month in detentions cleaning cauldrons and old potion vials.

During Potions class nearly a week and a half afterwards, Cilwenu didn't bother to bring any of her materials. She sat there, blankly staring at the board, and drumming her fingers along her desk.

The girl beside her seemed to croon whenever Severus walked by. It caught Cilwenu's attention more than once.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Cilwenu's voice was as harsh as it felt.

Her curls framed her perfectly decorated face, and the blush upon her cheeks made her look younger than she actually was.

"Huh?"

"Every time the Professor walks by, you sigh… What is that about?"

She looked up at the ceiling, as if picturing some strange scenario in her mind, "I think I might be in love with him."

It was such an odd thing to say. But, it gave Cilwenu one of the best first impressions she'd ever heard. For the first time in a few days, Cilwenu smiled.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Don't you think he is positively wonderful?"

"Well, he's my father." Cilwenu hummed. She watched the most befuddled expression appear on the girl's face. She smiled more.

"Oh… I… f-forget what I said then." She blushed.

"What's your name?" Cilwenu asked.

"My name?" she looked so embarrassed, "Althea."

"Althea." Cilwenu repeated, testing the girl's name on her tongue.

Althea smiled small, and looked off in Severus' direction. Another sigh slipped from her throat, and Althea instantly covered her mouth.

Cilwenu laughed, and several other students looked her way, even Draco.

"There is no need for that. I don't care. I must warn you. My father has a really bad temper lately."

"I didn't know he had a daughter… my age." Althea swallowed the lump in her throat. She fidgeted with the red and gold tie around her neck, until it was twisted around her fingers tight. She was a Gryffindor.

"Were you not here three years ago?" Cilwenu asked curiously.

She couldn't shake the memories of first arriving at Hogwarts, and how the whole Great Hall reacted when Professor McGonagall called out her name. There were still people who judged her, and they were doing it more so with the newest rumours floating about.

Althea let free her tie, tucked it in her sweater, and opened her potions book when Severus assigned the next page.

"I wasn't really paying that much attention, I suppose…"

Cilwenu nodded, at about the same time as she jumped at the sight of a letter falling in front of her. She looked around the room, everyone paying attention to the lesson and taking down notes. She looked back at Draco, who stared ahead and held his hands together, deep in thought.

It's unfortunate, isn't it?
Guess Draco is mine now.

-P

"A love letter?" Althea perked, leaning against Cilwenu's shoulder.

After having read it at least three times, the little piece of folded paper incinerated itself, disappearing from sight. Althea hummed, Cilwenu stood up from her seat.

Her chair scraped the stone floor hard, and Cilwenu exposed her wand to the open air.

"I swear to Godric if you think for one minute you are going to start your trickery again, Pansy Parkinson, I will Petrify you into oblivion!" Cilwenu yelled loudly at Pansy, who looked up with a smirk on her lips.

Althea shrunk in her seat. She didn't know of Cilwenu and Pansy's past together, and she was certain she was glad not to know.

"Do it then, show me you have the guts, Snape." Pansy taunted.

"Petrific-"

"Expelliarmus!" Severus interrupted. His arm was extended, and he looked frustrated at the two.

Cilwenu's wand flew so fast out of her fingers, that it clacked in half against the bookshelf.

Pansy laughed, as well as a few others who joined in.

"Cilwenu!" Severus called out.

She turned, but cast her glance over t Draco. He stared at her, an unemotional expression spread over his face.

Severus came up behind his daughter then. With one hand, he pulled her collar and forced her to the front of the class. "You will sit outside until you can contain such behavior." He said in her ear.

Cilwenu pushed Severus away from her.


"I can't believe… I almost petrified Pansy today…" Cilwenu breathed.

Althea walked by her side in the halls. It was lunchtime, but neither of them were going to attend.

"What was in that letter?"

They made it to a far off corridor, lined by a rather odd set of stairs.

Cilwenu sat down on one of them and gathered her knees to her chest. She rest her chin upon them, "Me and my boyfriend broke up… technically. Pansy is just stupid."

"Who is your boyfriend?"

Did she know nothing?

"It was… Draco Malfoy." Cilwenu answered.

Althea tilted her head to the side, "Ohhh, I didn't know that."

"You don't pay much attention do you?" Cilwenu hadn't meant it to sound mean, but hearing it come out of her mouth, it didn't sound nice either.

She hated herself in this attitude.

Althea shrugged, "I try to stay focused… My parents will kill me if I get anything below an O this year." She sat herself down as well, "I do hope everything turns out for the better, Wenny."

Wenny.

Cilwenu felt the tears build up in her eyes, and her bottom lip started to tremble. For the first time in a week, she felt her heart sink, and her throat lingered with the feeling of hopelessness. She buried her eyes into her knees.

She never wanted to lie to Draco, but she didn't want to separate herself from her friends either.

Althea placed her hand on Cilwenu's back, and Cilwenu felt her hot tears streaming down her face like a flood. She shivered, and sobbed violently, clutching to her black stockings until they developed tiny ripped trails underneath her fingernails. She really let go, and in the midst of her sobs, she felt the churning of her stomach. Cilwenu would be sick if she didn't get a hold of herself.

Who knew it would hurt this bad?


"I don't like seeing her like this." Hermione said, looking down the table at Cilwenu.

She's decided to sit with the Gyrffindor House, much to her father's disapproval. Cilwenu didn't really care for the rules. She was breaking them all anyways.

"She must really have liked Malfoy." Ron sighed.

Hermione whacked him on the arm, "Of course she did, Ronald."

Althea made herself comfortable next to Luna and Seamus. She cast a concerned glance over at her new friend, then to the others. "I didn't know what else to do other than bring her here.. She told me she wanted her friends… Luckily, you guys recognized her."

Seamus clicked his tongue, "S'a shame. You can't restrict someone like that."

They all agreed.

Hermione slapped her hand hard on the table. "It infuriates me, it really does… Malfoy has broken her heart…"

Cilwenu was laying her head down, trembling again. She'd heard the whole conversation between her friends, and was being stared at by other students around her. They wouldn't keep from whispering, and some of them even went as far as to call her names aloud. Cilwenu wanted so much to just be locked in some place dark, where she could be alone.


Note: This chapter will eventually need some major doing-over xD this story is ALMOST over, and then I can move onto Cilwenu's fifth year. Maybe.