I write this a lot more than I thought I would. I guess that's what motivation is all about. I want to finish this story as fast as I can before the inspiration runs out. Yule Ball should be next chapter, I'm hoping :D depends on my brain. BIG PLANS. Much love to my readers, you keep my inspiration up. I'm corny, I apologize. ALSO: eventually, I will upload some fanart I drew of Althea, Cilwenu and Draco. Eventually. No rushing D:

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.

Note: this chapter is about how it felt for Draco when he and Cilwenu broke up. The hallway incident will have SOME of the same material as the tenth chapter, so do not kill me for slight repeating. Hopefully this doesn't sound too rushed. I wanted to cram a lot into one chapter to let you know what he was thinking in brief portions. Might be rewritten later.

Chapter Twelve:

Draco stormed off up the path leading out of Hogsmeade. He had never walked so briskly in his life, but he couldn't see with the red anger blurring his vision.

He didn't want to see her face when she cried, but he had to do it.

How could he let her be friends with blood-traitors? The thought of her associating with them absolutely sickened Draco… it had always been that way. From the day Pansy told him that she was conversing with the group, Draco became infuriated. He was possessive, needy, and he would do anything to make sure that Cilwenu never spent her time with anyone other than the likes of a Slytherin.

And him, of course.

He thought he had it all under his control. Crabbe and Goyle were keeping their eyes on her while Draco wasn't around, and she was doing what she was supposed to.

It was obviously a plan full of holes. Cilwenu Snape was smarter than that, and his two cronies couldn't always watch her.

Seeing her… with them…

Knowing that Pansy was actually telling the truth only made it that much more frustrating.

In the Slytherin Common Room, Draco pulled off his jacket, and threw it as far as it would go across the room. He kicked the table holding up a rather ancient lamp, and it came toppling to the floor, unsheltered. Draco was angrier, he was pacing, and he saw in the corner of his eye as Pansy walked in.

Crabbe and Goyle, who had followed Draco, stepped back and watched the girl slide her hands over Draco's back seductively.

"What ever is the matter with you?" she crooned, leaning against him.

Draco stopped pacing, clenched his fists, and pushed Pansy away from him. "I think you know what's wrong, Pansy." he responded.

Pansy let out a laugh, an annoyingly loud laugh at that, and tossed her head back with her arms holding her stomach. She fell down into the couch, with her knees bent to her chest. Her eyes were dark, and her smile was wide.

Draco rolled his eyes, "It's over."

Rumours floated about the school over Cilwenu and Draco's break-up.

He hated them all for it, he wanted so much to Immobilize the next person to make fun of his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend. Draco hated that term. Although, he would not let her see that he was hurting. He would not let Cilwenu know that he had made a mistake. It was rather hard knowing that she was sitting in her dormitory crying her eyes out almost all the time.

Thanks to the facts given to Draco by Adrian Pucey, Draco also knew Cilwenu had even thought about leaving Hogwarts because of him. Well, not completely because of just him. He knew she heard the rumours… he knew how bad they hurt her, like they'd always hurt her…

It was still enough though…

He hated not being able to be around Cilwenu without one of her friends there too. She had acquired a newer Gryffindor friend, someone he knew to be named Althea Mirna. She stayed close to Cilwenu's hip the moment after meeting and befriending her. The others in the group kept their watch on Cilwenu, as to not let her be hurt by Draco even more than she already was.

It went as far as seeing Hermione Granger glare at him evilly in the halls, and mouthing words he never would have imagined to him, while Cilwenu had her head turned.

Why… why did he have to be so prejudiced?

Pansy was someone Draco hadn't particularly cared for ever since he'd seen her taunting towards Cilwenu everywhere the girl went. He, many times, confronted his friend about such behavior, and when she'd told him that Cilwenu had nearly broken her arm falling off her broom because of Pansy, Draco didn't talk to her for days.

He really couldn't stand Pansy.

But he needed someone to talk to.

"You cornered me in a library?" Pansy asked, looking rather amused into the blonde's grey eyes.

Draco sneered at her, shaking his head. He didn't feel like trying to explain anything to her while she held that seductive tone of hers.

Or… whatever it was.

"I didn't come here for you to try anything funny…"

"Why else would you bring me here then? Certainly you need no help with your homework."

"It's about Cilwenu." Draco bit. He looked away from Pansy then, and straight down to his shoes. He hadn't realized that they were both in the Restricted section of the library, and soon, a small orb of light appeared in the corner of his eye. "For the first time, I think I screwed something up…"

"Draco… what… you know I don't-"

"Yeah, I know, Pansy… but I couldn't talk to Crabbe or Goyle about this."

"You just thought I would be okay with talking about your ex." Pansy saw the light too, "Certainly we will get caught in here…" she said lower.

"Draco?" Cilwenu said in a breathy voice as she looked at him with wide eyes.

Pansy shot a glance at him then.

She looked so upset…

"You… you… How can you stand there in front of me and try to talk! How can you pretend like I don't exist in the halls anymore.. How dare you!" She screamed. Draco felt his chest burning.

Cilwenu swept her arm, pulling a line of books from their shelves and onto the floor at one point, purely out of anger towards the two of them. She suspected something other than what was really going on with Pansy and Draco. He tried so hard to tell her that he was only there to talk about her… But, Cilwenu hadn't listened, she wouldn't listen.

"All because I didn't want to be restricted." She clenched her teeth, "Don't you think I had enough of that even without you?" she said, harshly through her teeth.

Cilwenu then looked at Pansy, who'd ducked behind Draco's arm a little ways. Her wand lowered, "Take him."

Draco watched Cilwenu walk out of the library.

"Dr-draco…" Pansy stammered.

He stood there, silent. Draco's hand found it's way into one of the shelves, and his knuckles cracked upon impact.

The Great Hall was big, but nowhere near as big as it usually was.

Sitting there in between his friends, Draco stared at Cilwenu, who had sat herself down at the Gryffindor table with Harry Potter, Granger, Weasley and that Mirna girl. .

He constantly found himself staring at her. In the Hall, in between classes… it was absurd, but Draco's raging thoughts barely gave him enough time to think about his classwork, or getting the much needed O on his tests. His parents would kill him if they knew he was barely able to get an A now.

Draco really could care less.

There, in that Great Hall, Draco sat with his eyes locked onto the brunette girl's ponytail, carefully straightened to where it reached just below her shoulders.

"Crabbe, Goyle." Draco voiced. He'd snapped out of his daze.

The two boys looked in Draco's direction as if it were the first time he'd ever spoken to them. Draco pointed over to the Gryffindor table, eyes never leaving it.

"Go get Snape, will you?" He demanded.

They obliged, almost too easily.

Watching them now, Draco followed his friends retreating forms as they slinked across the Great Hall. A few choice people from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff watched as well, curious as to what Crabbe and Goyle were up to.

The moment they met at the Gryffindor table, Draco saw how Cilwenu looked at them.

Crabbe shouted at her, and as the time went by, Goyle seized her by the arm. Draco felt fire filling his chest. He stood from his seat, watching Cilwenu struggle in Goyle's grasp. When he'd told them to go get her, what they were currently doing was not at all what the blonde had in mind.

As fast as he possibly could, Draco ran… he ran over to the group of students, seeing Harry and the others standing with their wands extended. Draco was about to let Potter handle it, up until he saw Cilwenu's hair being tugged and heard her scream out in pain.

Harry was about to call out a spell, before Draco beat him to it.

"Stupefy!" He shouted, trying to catch his breath.

Crabbe and Goyle were sent flying, and landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud. Beneath his feet, Draco felt the floor vibrate upon their impact. The two boys groaned in pain/.

Neville Longbottom stood there, lips parted, "Step off, Malfoy."

Draco admitted, he was impressed with Neville's ability to stand there and try to insult him. He eyed the pudgy boy, before looking back down to Cilwenu. There she stood, relieved, and yet, almost scared to see him in front of her. She was chewing her lip, and it made Draco's heart pound… His hands clenched into fists.

Professor Snape, and McGonagall came to the rescue not too long after, and Snape took hold of Draco when he turned to walk off.

"What is this with Draco Malfoy?" Professor Snape asked his daughter once the three of them walked into the classroom together.

In the bathroom, Draco stared at his reflection, not recognizing the person looking back at him. He breathed at a not so steady pace, heart thudding, head racing. He wanted to clear his thoughts, but it was easier said than done.

There, Draco felt something in the crooks of his eyes that he only ever felt whenever his parents fought…

Tears.

Hot, salty tears that brimmed his eyes and threatened to spill out at any given moment. They tortured Draco, and he gave into their call.

The tears streamed, and his sobs followed… He hadn't cried in so long that it felt awkward. He feared that someone would walk in and see him. Considering the time of night, Draco knew no one else would be in the Slytherin Common room.

In that room, Draco fully let go. He fell into the couch, sinking into the cushion as the tears fell more than they had in the restroom.

He missed Cilwenu, and he couldn't understand just why it hurt so much… even after it was him who left her… and all because Cilwenu wanted to have friends.

Why was it so bad?

Draco wiped his tears away, only to see the shadowed figure of a rather pasty girl standing in front of the fireplace. She squealed upon him noticing her, and stole up the stairs without even an apology. Draco sucked up the last of his sobs and jerked himself off the couch. Reluctantly, he made his way into the Boy's dormitory, where he would lay in his bed all night…

Because of Cilwenu.

One day, while sitting in class, Draco didn't pay attention to a single word of the lesson. He stared at the board, tracing the letters with his eyes subconsciously. Those letters morphed and twisted into memories that he knew all too well.

Ever since his second year, Draco remembered how Cilwenu made him feel. Those feelings, to the normal Draco Malfoy would be considered absolute rubbish, and maybe they were. Draco just knew what it was like every time he had looked at her. Something just felt safe, right. He never thought, when he first made it to Hogwarts, that a girl would be the one capturing his focus in his fourth year. Only fourteen, an adult would tell them that they were just young, and what they thought they were feeling was nothing but a childish crush. Maybe that was true too…

He, mentally cursing himself, never thought he would mess something like that up. Of course, Draco never thought he would meet someone he would like the way he did like Cilwenu.

The thoughts kept him from responding to anyone in that classroom that morning. It didn't even feel like he'd blinked that whole time. He sat there, in a dream with his eyes open, and re-lived every single thing he and Cilwenu went through together. He'd never really treated her as fairly as one would have. Draco didn't understand why Cilwenu had even chosen to stay with him despite the way he acted, the way he treated other people and talked about them.

Draco was not the nicest person in the world, and he knew that himself.

Draco didn't expect Cilwenu to find him in the hallway. He didn't expect to feel her fingers pulling him back, or to see her face there in front of him when he turned around.

Cilwenu looked up at Draco with those dark eyes. She looked so concerned, so upset, and a little bit confused. Her lips parted to talk, but, at first, nothing came out, and she shook her head, almost out of disbelief.

"Cilwenu…?" Draco said in a hoarse whisper.

Cilwenu held onto Draco's sweater, and Draco felt like if his heart pounded any faster, she would surely notice it. "What is wrong with you, Draco?"

"What are you talking about-"

"Pansy told me you haven't been acting like yourself. I want you to tell me it's not because we broke up." Cilwenu interrupted him.

It shocked Draco that Cilwenu had even talked to Pansy in the first place, more or less about him at that.

Cilwenu tugged his sweater out of anger, "Tell me Draco."

"I can't." He replied in a low voice.

"Then why did you leave me… why can't you accept who I hang out with? What is so wrong with my friends that you left me…?" Tears built up in the crooks of her brown eyes. Cilwenu looked up into Draco's grey ones, "I've heard a lot about how you've been acting, Draco. Have you cried?"

"Have you?"

"You know the answer to that question."

He swallowed, thinking of a hundred things to say to her that would only make it worse. "I was angry."

They stood and looked at one another. Draco saw the way Cilwenu looked at his mouth, and then back up into his eyes many times. She was unsure.

He was suffering without her.

"I cry too much, Draco, even without you… but I cry more because of you." Cilwenu admitted.

Draco shook his head, not wanting to fully believe it. He pulled Cilwenu against his chest then, holding her tighter than he had in a long time. Cilwenu hugged him back this time, and her breath traveled down Draco's neck. He shuddered against her, suppressing a blush that tried to spill over his cheeks. They pulled away only inches, which were closed the moment Draco captured Cilwenu's lips with his.

In the midst of the kiss, Cilwenu started screaming. Her hands flew to her ears, and she pressed up against the wall so hard that Draco was sure there would be an indention. Her screams were so loud, that it echoed through the hall despite the number of students that crowded around her.

Draco watched with wide eyes at her… He didn't like what he saw, but he felt as if there was nothing he could really do to make her better. It was his fault, that he knew… It just hurt to know it.

Her tears were flooding in streams down her cheeks, in between her open fingers that prevented Draco to look at her directly. People stopped around them, and Professor Flitwick came about. There was barely a person in that hall that didn't look over from what they were doing.

Draco could only stare as Cilwenu sobbed pitifully against the wall.

"Draco, what is the matter with her?" Flitwick asked, pushing through the crowd and standing next to the blonde.

Draco was awestruck. He said nothing, while his eyes remained focused on Cilwenu's shaking body.

Flitwick looked up at Cilwenu, her being hunched down to where she was almost his height. He touched her leg, shaking her knee to get her attention.

Cilwenu only cried harder, and Severus burst through with his arms stretched. He covered Cilwenu with his sleeves, and hoisted her up from the floor right before she slid completely on her bottom. In his arms, she was holding her father by the neck as he rushed towards his classroom.

That night, after watching Cilwenu completely lose herself in the hallway, Draco sat in the common room, wide awake, until the clock reached eight that morning.

He would go to Hogsmeade in hopes of seeing Cilwenu there… with her friends…

Draco was deeply disappointed in hearing that she would remain in her room until the weekend was over. It was mainly her decision, but Severus had also ordered his daughter to keep as much distance between herself and the blonde that weekend.

Draco didn't blame him or her… He felt so terrible.

So, there, in Hogsmeade, Draco wandered around the many stores and pubs, until he came across something he knew Cilwenu would need for the Yule Ball.

A slender green dress hanging in the window Wizard Wear.

Note: I hope this chapter was as better as it seemed to me. It was almost two when I typed it, and then my phone malfunctioned so it pissed me off D:

The Yule Ball is next, and I have MAJOR plans for that. I might need to take my time on chapter 13 xD.

Much Love-
Kagame Malfoy :D (I'm only kidding)
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