Merlin's Beard, I actually made it to Chapter 6!

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

PLEASE READERS: Keep in mind that my story will not go with the flow of the Harry Potter books. Characters that died in the movie may not die, and some events might be rather odd so please, remember that this is for my own enjoyment. I am, however, going to use the Yule Ball, and the whole Ron dating Lavender Brown situation. (I thought about putting the Tri-Wizard tournament in this year somehow, but I didn't have the heart to kill off Cedric, and you all should know by now, Voldemort is non-existent in this story. I guess this is kind of like "what if there was no Voldemort, and Harry was not the chosen one, but was popular anyways?" except Harry is not really the main character . I hope you guys like it either way.)

Chapter Six:

"Cilwenu, please stop crying. You're going to make yourself sick." Ron said in a soft voice, stroking Cilwenu's back in circular motions. They'd found her sitting on the stairs nearest the entrance to Hogwarts, her bags packed, and her whole body shaking.

She planned on leaving, without telling anyone, up until she gave in to all her emotions and slumped down onto her bottom in a fit of tears.

"Why are you crying? Why are you trying to leave?"

"S'not f-fair!" Cilwenu cried. She brought her knuckles down on her bag, knocking it open and scattered over the stairs. Hermione went to gather her belongings back up, while Althea hunched down with Harry in front of the brunette.

"Tell us."

"It's not just Draco that bothers me… but it's mainly why." She began. "Why won't they leave me alone… why do they say such things?"

"Who?" asked Harry.

Cilwenu wiped her face, "Every one."

"What are they saying about you, Cilwenu?"

"Draco… he won't even look at me anymore… he acts like I don't even exist… and he hates me because I wanted to have friends other than his."

"Cilwenu."

"I don't want him to hate me…" She sobbed.

Althea took a careful glance back at Hermione, who fastened the clasp to Cilwenu's bags.

"I'm stupid for letting him leaving get to me like it is."

"You're not-"

"Shut up, Harry!"

Harry bowed his head.

Ron sat back and bit the inside of his lip.

Cilwenu stood, rather shakily, and turned to walk up the stairs again. "I'm not going to let this get to me anymore."

"W-wenny…."

"No… I'm promising you guys and myself… If Draco cannot accept who I associate with, then he isn't worth my time.. Or my tears."

Winter fell in little crystal snowflakes upon the green grass that was slowly disappearing underneath a blanket of white. It was freezing cold outside, naturally, and there was not a student who didn't wear their cloaks the whole day.

It didn't help that the Slytherin Common Room was in the dungeon, thought Cilwenu when she stepped in and looked around her. The fireplace roared, and students waited for the nine o'clock bell to sound for breakfast. Christmas would be upon them in a matter of weeks, and there was talk about a Yule Ball.

The majority of her friends had dates, minus Ron and Harry, who would, naturally, wait until the last minute to find one. Harry had his eyes on Cho Chang (who already announced her date), while Ron would most likely go with a girl Cilwenu knew as Lavender Brown. Hermione would not announce who she was going with until the day of said ball, and Cilwenu was dateless.

She wondered who Draco would take. Immediately after such thought, Cilwenu mentally kicked herself. Those thoughts did not falter either. In her spare time, Cilwenu found herself constantly thinking about Draco Malfoy. She had dried up of all her tears, for the time being, and was set on getting over him. Cilwenu had Hermione, and now, she had Althea Mirna to help her speed up the healing process, as so Hermione called it.

Although, thinking about him so much was not the proper way to get over him. And it didn't help that she saw Draco every day. She hadn't cried since the time Cilwenu contemplated leaving Hogwarts… She was sick of herself for even thinking about it… and over a boy.

Around ten minutes till nine, Cilwenu made her way out of the common room, and into the hallway that led to the Great Hall. There were others rushing about, linking together to keep warm in the dreadful icy air.

When she was so close as to walking through the wide doors, Cilwenu spotted Althea. The little blonde girl waved oh so enthusiastically to her. Cilwenu smiled.

"I wonder who will go to the dance with me." Althea sang. She twirled in a circle around the Great Hall. Her red and yellow scarf twisted around her whole torso, then unwounded when she twirled in the opposite way. She was so amused by the littlest things.

"I think Seamus still needs a date." was Cilwenu's response. Althea stopped in the middle of her twirling to tap a finger along her chin. It wasn't a bad idea, but it wasn't exactly who Althea wanted to dance with that night.

"How about you? Who are you going with?" Althea asked.

"Might see if Harry will go with me."

As if on cue, Harry Potter walked into the Hall, stretching his arms high above his messy brown hair. His glasses were hanging off the top of his vest collar, a lopsided grin on his lips. He was unrecognizable at first, both girls having to squint in order to tell it was actually him.

He didn't seem too bothered that they looked at him as if he were something rather odd.

Cilwenu greeted Harry with the lightest of hugs. "Did you sleep well?"

Harry nodded, letting out a loud yawn, "Ron and I stayed up a little late."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Cilwenu laughed.

She twisted her fingers together upon seeing Draco walk into the Hall with Pansy and Blaise. She swallowed a new lump in her throat at the sight of him, smiling and acting like his normal self. It was as if she had never been a part of his life… he never bothered to even look her way, when she stood so close to the Great Hall entrance.

Althea nudged Cilwenu out of her daze. Cilwenu inhaled a sharp breath, averting her eyes back to the brunette. "Oh, hey Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I was only wondering if you have found a date to the Yule Ball yet?" She felt a little nervous, but she wasn't quite sure why. Harry tilted his head to the side just a tad, then reached for his glasses and wiped off their lenses.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Not yet."

Harry looked back to his normal self the moment he put them on, "Are you asking me?"

Cilwenu felt the anxiousness fill inside her belly, fearing rejection… from her own best friend. She nodded hesitantly.

He smiled, "Sure. I'll go with you."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Harry! Thank you!" Cilwenu beamed.

They hugged again, Cilwenu practically bouncing with excitement.

She would not be alone at the ball after all.

"Amortentia. Who can tell me what that is?" (Please correct me if I do not get this right.)

Hermione rose her hand above the rest. She knew the answer to everything.

"Can anyone other than Miss Granger tell me?"

Cilwenu looked around the room, and to Althea, who stared hopelessly at Severus. She rolled her eyes, rose her hand, and cleared her throat.

Severus looked down at his daughter, "Yes…?"

She let her hand fall back upon the table, "Love potion."

"That is… correct." He responded.

Severus then wandered back to the front of the room, waving his wand until each pair of students had a cauldron, and various other ingredients around them. Althea squeaked, having not heard a word of the lesson. Cilwenu laughed at her.

"I want each of you… to perfect your own vials of Amortentia before the class is over. Anyone who does not at least have something… will lose ten percent of your grades." He demanded.

Hermione rose her hand once more.

"Miss Granger."

"Yes, Professor… are you certain we should be doing this?"

"Quite certain."

"Professor, Amortentia is quite a powerful potion, and it says here-"

Severus held up his hand, "Miss Granger, I am well aware what type of potion Amortentia is. I instruct you to do your work and not speak your opinion any further until the potion is done. Is that clear?"

Hermione bowed her head, muttering something beneath her breath that made Cilwenu's eyes widen and her jaw drop slightly. She had guts, Cilwenu admitted that.

"Yes Professor."

Althea had already mixed her ingredients together within twenty minutes of the lecture, and was stirring her cauldron according to the instructions. Cilwenu tried to watch each and every step carefully. At Althea's somewhat astonishing speed, she found it rather hard. Cilwenu was nowhere near the potions master as her own father was.

Potions didn't really interest her.

Severus was interested when he saw Althea had completed her potion, and was pouring it into a vial she found to her left. He stopped her, snatching the tiny vial away to examine it. It was a fluorescent pink, glowing against his fingers. He gave it back to Althea to cork, and moved on.

Althea blushed, "What does that mean?"

Cilwenu sighed heavily, "Means you got it right."

"Ohh…"

Hermione leaned over from her chair, hand shielding her lips, as to not let anyone else know what she was about to say. She looked directly at Cilwenu, eyebrows drawn together, "Is he like this even outside of Hogwarts?"

Cilwenu nodded her head. "Regrettably."

I never thought I would fall for you as hard as I did.

Cilwenu wrote in sloppy cursive in her journal, listening to another lesson she was not particularly interested in. There was no one in that class she really talked to, and it was the same thing she'd learned the previous week.

She never understood why it was required that a Professor go back over and review past lessons. She already had it barred in her mind so deep that she was confident she would at least get an O in this subject.

Draco Malfoy, what is it that you desire?

The last sentence in her journal made Cilwenu wince with pain. She stared at his name on her paper, traced the writing with her eyes slowly and carefully. Unintentionally, she had written it, and she wanted to know the answer… Cilwenu sighed heavily at herself. She slammed the cover of her book down with a loud clap, clenching the quill in her hands so it almost snapped in half.

"Miss Snape?" the Professor called.

Cilwenu looked up.

"There is an owl standing on your shoulder."

"Wh…" Cilwenu looked over, and noticed the large brown owl, who hooted when she finally looked in it's direction. She breathed in deep, and let out a tiny squeak. The whole class was looking at her in awe.

It seemed no one had noticed the owl there.

It dropped a slender box in front of Cilwenu and on top of her notebook. She was still taken aback by it, watching it fly out of the window swiftly.

The box, a dark purple, wrapped in a silver, screen-like ribbon, seemed to call out to her.

She, hesitantly, pulled the ribbon out of its neatly tied bow, and lifted the lid slowly.

It was a wand.

"This isn't…"

Wisteria vine, dragon heartstring, and decorated so intricately that everyone around her who saw it, leaned in curiously. Cilwenu touched it with her fingertips, and instantly, it shot electricity in her veins and warmed her skin.

More, it called out to her, whispering her name softly.

Who was this wand from?

Note: bumdeebum. I kind of cut this short. I don't know how a wand calls to someone, but there ya go. I think I'll get to the Yule Ball rather soon. I have plans for once. Please tell me what you think. I like reviews… and nice people :D