Ho-hum… what to do for the last remaining chapters. I am doing a time skip here. Let's dig into JANUARY :D I almost ended this at chapter fourteen until I realized there was more I needed to express… like Lavender and Ron. Althea and Seamus… more about Cilwenu's mother and all that jazz. D: shame on my thoughts.
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.
Chapter Fifteen:
Draco promised to be cordial to Cilwenu's friends, and cordial he would be.
On the train ride back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, both Cilwenu and Draco sat in the same compartment with Harry, Ron, Althea and Hermione. There were tons of uncomfortable glances, scoffs, and even a few choice words. Given the circumstances, they all did pretty well for the first try. Cilwenu heard Draco's sigh of relief when they finally made it off the boat to Hogwarts, where he no longer had to sit with the ones he still was trying not to hate.
She graced his effort, and thanked her friends for trying as well. If he kept it up, Cilwenu would feel the weight completely lifted off her shoulders. She was determined to change only the slightest bit of Draco, even if it killed him.
Well, not really.
January was, somehow, much colder than December had ever been. Cilwenu sat in the classroom, watching Draco as he demonstrated a spell to the younger members that came to watch the class that morning. She wore his cloak in spite of the possibility that Draco would become cold, and buried her face into its warmth.
Next to her, Althea sat humming along to a song she had learned over Christmas break. She hummed it so often, that Cilwenu found it stuck in her head at times. It was a rather annoyingly catchy tune… and there was no avoiding it once it was stuck.
"You and that blasted tune are going to make me lose my mind…" Cilwenu said beneath her shivering breath.
Draco was making his way back to his seat, giving a wink to Cilwenu as he walked by. Althea giggled, and continued to hum it anyways.
"Your boyfriend is going to die a merciless death for teaching that song to you." Cilwenu hissed.
Althea shook her head, "Seamus isn't going to die."
"Watch. He will. I swear it."
"Then I get to murder Malfoy."
"How is that fair?"
"You can kill my boyfriend but I can't kill yours?" Althea pouted.
A couple of other students glanced back at them, curiosity in their eyes. Cilwenu glared at them evilly, making them turn at an instant.
"Surely you learned something new 'bout Malfoy over the break."
Cilwenu could think of a million things, "Yes." she started, "I certainly did."
Althea wiggled her brows, "Do tell." she said in a most luring tone.
Cilwenu smacked Althea across the arm. Her face turned red, and she flipped open her diary subconsciously, "Alright, you perverted git, nothing of that sort."
"I'll get Luna. She'll tell me if you're lying." Althea threatened.
"You'll be delighted to know that after I kill Seamus, I am coming after you." Cilwenu smiled sweetly.
Althea batted her eyelashes at Cilwenu, clasping her hands together and then cringing her nose when she caught something lingering in her nostrils, "What the bloody hell is that smell?"
Cilwenu reeled back a little, "Are you mad? What are you talking about?"
"You smell awful, Wenny." Althea gagged.
"How positively kind of you, Thea. I'm glad you find my shampoo repulsive."
"No… it's something different… oh Godric… I think it's Draco's cologne."
Cilwenu was now even more confused than she had been. She pulled a section of Draco's cloak up to her own nose, and inhaled the scent that she was so familiar to, that it didn't really phase her at all. He never smelled bad to her, because she was already used to him.
"That's offensive, still."
"I apologize, Wenny… but… please take that cloak off."
"It's keeping me warm." Cilwenu bit
Althea covered the lower half of her face, "It's giving me tuberculosis." (that is my failed attempt at being funny.)
Cilwenu stared at her best friend for a moment, before whacking her upside her head and making her squeal in pain. Cilwenu turned away, stared ahead, and didn't talk to Althea for the remainder of the class.
"Lavender Brown, Ron?" Hermione was angry, and when she was angry, there were certain things people did not do to piss her off any further.
Ron Weasley, suspect number one, had just done that.
He announced to the group that he was exclusively dating Lavender Brown. Peppy, happy, obnoxiously squeaky Lavender Brown that had developed a crush on Ron sometime earlier that year. She was blonde, curvy, pretty, and full of herself at that. She only ever hung out regularly with the Patil sisters, who followed one another around like shadows.
So, when Ron told the group, and Hermione had heard, she became very angry, although denying any jealousy that flared in her cheeks.
"S'what I said." Ron replied, pulling his tie away from his neck.
The others in the group stayed a safe distance from the bushy-haired girl. Hermione made a loud protesting noise, stomped on Ron's right foot, and stormed off somewhere other than where she was supposed to be going.
Harry came up behind Ron, who was now busy whining about his toes. He placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, "Way to go."
Lunchtime, the temperature didn't get any warmer.
Cilwenu shivered violently, walking alongside Draco as he held her hand for everyone to see. He even smiled just slightly, but it was enough.
The same pompous Draco was still there, but to her he was a little different than before.
When Cilwenu told Draco that she at least wanted to sit with the others for a few minutes, he opened his mouth for insult. Quickly, with her stare, he shut it, shook his head and muttered something she didn't quite catch. They kissed, and Cilwenu walked briskly over to the Gryffindor table, setting herself in between Althea and Seamus.
The two had been in the midst of some sort of staring contest, which, Althea announced she had won by default.
"I didn't think we would see you now that you're back with the Slytherin Prince." Fred teased.
George nudged him in the side, "Looks like she's got him whipped."
They simultaneously mocked the sound of a cracking whip. Cilwenu shook her head, but laughed anyways.
"I don't have him whipped… and he's not the Slytherin Prince either."
"Honestly, he does act like a spoiled prince." stated Seamus.
Althea hushed him immediately, before her friend had a chance to make a comeback.
Cilwenu placed a hand on either side of her face, holding it up with her elbows on the very edge of the table. She looked over at Ron and Lavender, both laughing and sitting several feet away from the group. She smiled, amused, then caught her eyes on Hermione, who was staring and holding her spoon so tightly that it might bend. Cilwenu motioned for Althea to look as well.
Althea tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, and cleared her throat. Hermione snapped her head over, and blushed, letting her spoon drop to the table. Fumbling, Hermione reached in her cloak for a little, pocket-sized book she took notes down in. She read it, trying desperately to make it look like she hadn't just been staring at Ron and Lavender.
It was rather hard to do when the whole group knew.
"Hello, Hermione, welcome back to the group." Cilwenu teased.
Hermione blushed more, "Oh, shut up."
"Just admit that you're jealous and we'll let you be."
Hermione scoffed, "I am not jealous! He can have whoever he wants! I do not care!"
"Whatever the matter is… I have a prince to go attend to. I will see you guys later." Cilwenu hummed, pushing herself up from in between her best friend, who poked out her lip.
"Did you miss me?" Cilwenu said in a girlish voice, batting her eye lashes the moment she sat next to Draco.
He was chewing on a piece of meat from his plate. He nodded slightly, before wiping off his lips and smirking.
"How are your blood-traitors?"
"Draco."
"What?"
Cilwenu folded her arms, "You're supposed to be try-"
"I am trying." Draco interrupted. He scooped another spoonful of food into his mouth. Cilwenu shook her head, giving him a kiss on the cheek anyways. Draco nearly choked on his food out of embarrassment, then drank it down with his water.
Cilwenu grabbed her own plate, and began to scoop generous portions of greens and rice onto her plate. By the time she had her napkin spread over her legs, she felt the ice-cold sensation of amber liquid flowing down her dark tresses and into her sweater.
Draco stared with wide eyes in disbelief, while someone behind them cackled like mad. Cilwenu dropped her spoon, threw her napkin in Draco's direction and stood up as fast as she could. There stood Pansy, holding her golden cup, with an all too evil smile on her lips. She covered them with her index and middle fingers, as if trying to make it out to be an accident.
Cilwenu groaned loudly, then grabbed a handful of Draco's potatoes. She threw it right on Pansy's chest, and wiped the residue all over her caramel-colored face. Pansy squealed.
The other Slytherin laughed now.
"So nice to see you, Parkinson. You look rather ghastly. Thanks for the drink by the way." Cilwenu said in a smart tone.
Pansy whimpered. Instead of making a smart mouthed remark in return, she turned and ran straight out of the Great Hall, crying.
Cilwenu glared at Draco.
Draco shrank in his seat.
Note: Pansy back in action… naturally. I had to do something. :D I need to figure out what else is going to happen in this story pronto.