Almost midnight when I decided to write this chapter. Haha, my close friend said she liked the updates. At least I know she's reading it! What to do, what to do. I should probably explore Lavender and Ron… and a lot of other things. I suppose once this is over, I will get back to other things. Although I would love to write when Draco and Cilwenu are a little older. Sigh. Please tell me you guys are still out there…
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
"Who was that?" Draco asked, pacing around the classroom, right before the lesson was to start.
Cilwenu twisted her fingers into knots, unwilling to answer him.
That merely pissed the boy off even more, "Who was he, Cilwenu?"
The more the tutoring sessions went on, the more Cilwenu felt paranoid about Draco's attitude. Three days, and three sessions… and she was tapping her quill against the table of the library, rather than listening to a word Theodore was saying… Theodore, who was a little more persistent than normal.
The session that day consisted of him practically staring at Cilwenu the whole time she would go to write something. It were as if he was fascinated by the pure moment of writing a letter… Not to mention all the compliments he spat forth every other five minutes. From her penmanship, to the way she studied so diligently. All of which didn't seem to make sense to Cilwenu, because she didn't see her handwriting as splendid, and she didn't think her studying was diligent or thorough. She felt like the same person she had been weeks ago. She didn't feel like she had learned much of anything… everything they learned, once she got the hang of it, was so familiar.
Now, why hadn't she just applied herself the first time?
After another eight o'clock rolled around, Cilwenu trudged out of the library with Theodore close behind her. She could see the blonde hair that belonged to Althea, slipping out of her father's classroom… at such a late hour. Cilwenu waved goodbye to the tall, dark-haired Slytherin boy, and jogged to meet up with Althea, who 'meeped' when she was suddenly walking side to side with Cilwenu.
"What are you doing in there so late?"
Althea blushed a light pinkish colour, and shrugged her shoulders, "I got detention!"
Distress was the main emotion plastered across the Gryffindor's face as she and Cilwenu proceeded down the path towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Cilwenu walked with her still, seeing as how she probably couldn't make Draco any more suspicious with her than she already had.
"How was the tutoring this afternoon?" Althea then asked, hoping there would be a change in subject.
But Cilwenu wasn't sure she wanted to talk about Theodore at all… "Fine. But why did you get detention?"
"I see what you're doing here." Althea winked. "Trying to avoid my question?"
"You're avoiding mine too, you know."
"Does Malfoy know then?" Althea asked, tilting her head to the side. They were fast approaching the moving staircases, where Cilwenu would have to stop eventually.
She sighed, shrugging, "I'm not so certain he has. I just know he's suspicious… Theodore greeted me a couple days ago… and since then, Draco has been on edge with me."
"That boy gets so mad over nothing!"
Cilwenu agreed, watching as one of the stair sets began to shift to another. She smiled at Althea, "He doesn't know it's nothing. But, once he finds out that I hid a tutor from him, he will be furious…"
"It wouldn't be the first time you've hid something from him, Wenny."
"Althea…" Cilwenu sighed, bowing her head for a moment, before looking back into the small blue eyes of her friends, "I don't like it when we fight."
Althea smiled too, "We're still friends, Wenny. I'm sorry I ever upset you. I was just…"
"I know." the dark-haired girl interrupted. "Tell Harry and Hermione I say 'Hello', alright?"
"What are you so mad about?" Cilwenu asked Draco, who was still fuming with anger.
Pansy and Blaise were sitting in their assigned seats in the classroom, Pansy beaming with joy at the scene. She giggled every once in a while, only to get a glare from Blaise. The other classmates were in their own worlds, luckily… Suppose they were used to the couple fighting.
Draco rubbed his chin, "Someone like that would not be saying anything to you unless he knows you for something."
"Draco, you are honestly being a total prat right now! Don't tell me you're jealous of someone you don't even know!"
"You know him then?"
The walk to the dungeon was longer than Cilwenu remembered. It was nearing half past eight. Surely, Draco would have retreated to his dormitory by then. She sighed heavily, wishing her stomach wasn't constantly doing backflips. The anxiety was sliding in and out of her throat, making her nauseous with the thought of heaving. There was not a bathroom even remotely close.
Cilwenu played with the base of her wand, her mother's wand, measuring the volume of it subconsciously and tracing the engraved designs. She wondered what her mother would do in a situation like this… or of she would totally disregard it. There were still so many things Cilwenu had wanted to ask her, and since the last time Cilwenu dreamed of Vivienne, those dreams went back to normal. It might have been best if Cilwenu never remembered her… How did the effects of being Obliviated wear off? Wasn't that slightly impossible?
"-Snape?"
"huh?"
"Miss Snape, please, wait up!"
Cilwenu stopped, in front of the dungeon doors, and looked up the stairs where she saw Theodore jogging down with a book in his hand. She recognized it to be her own journal, and relief flooded her. She hadn't even known she lost it, and who knows what would have happened to it, had Theodore not found it first.
He stopped breathlessly where Cilwenu stood, and outstretched his arm. His smile, seeming to always be there, was plastered along his lips, making Cilwenu blush.
"This was in my bag. You must have left it when we finished our tutoring."
Cilwenu grabbed her journal and glanced it over before holding it to her chest and going to turn into the doors. Theodore grabbed Cilwenu's wrist then, and turned her back around, looking down into her eyes with a, now, serious look in his own eyes. Cilwenu knit her brows together, and it took her a while to realize Theodore was leaning closer to her.
Cilwenu couldn't move, and she couldn't concentrate with all the thoughts swirling around like mad in her brain. She fully registered it all the moment Theodore's lips touched hers, and then… it happened.
All the fears that she could possibly think of came plummeting down on the top of her head, drilling further into the center. She sucked in a breath of air, feeling how soft and warm Theodore's lips were. Inside, she was screaming, but on the outside she wasn't able to move at all.
"-co, what are you doing, it's late, and you'll get in troub1e!" Pansy Parkinson's voice could not have been heard at a worse time.
Followed by her voice, was the sound of the doors opening, and several students whispering. Pansy somewhat squeaked at the scene in front of her, standing next to none other than Draco himself.
Cilwenu pushed Theodore away from her then, all of her senses punching her at the same time. She looked over at her boyfriend, wide-eyed and mouth agape, as he trembled and stared straight at Theodore.
Pansy stared at Cilwenu, while Theodore still had his hand wrapped around Cilwenu's wrist.
I don't plan on this story going on for much longer. So, we'll see how that goes. I need to squeeze a lot into the next chapter(s).