To a Larcian... well, my intentions weren't exactly to make you hate Theodore. Not, well, not really (:

So, I have decided to end this VERY shortly. I hope you guys aren't mad D:

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

"You!" Draco bellowed, lunging forth and grabbing Theodore by the collar of his shirt. Theodore stumbled forth against Draco, unphased.

Cilwenu watched Draco's reaction unfold, stepping back. She hook her head in disbelief. Was it too much to ask if it could all just be a dream?

Draco was ready to wail on Theodore.

"Who do you think you are?" he yelled, shoving Theodore away from him, almost making the boy fall down against the stone stairs. From the look in his eyes, Draco probably wouldn't have particularly cared… and that was the worst part. His main concern was at what he'd just seen Theodore doing to Cilwenu…

"Theodore Nott…"

"You're going to be turned into stone the next time I see you kissing her like that!" Draco scowled.

Cilwenu stepped in then, placing her hand on Draco's chest, "Please calm down, Draco…" she begged, looking at him with so much worry in her eyes.

Draco smacked her hand away, "Don't you touch me."

Theodore was the one to snatch Draco up then, "Don't talk to her like that, bloody prat!"

"You're messing with the wrong guy, Nott. Back up before I petrify you into Hell!"

"Please, just stop it!" Cilwenu screamed.

The two boys separated, huffing at one another with fire in their eyes. Draco clenched his hands so tight that his knuckles went a shade whiter. He stared at Cilwenu, hurt spilled all over his face. He didn't look so much mad as he did betrayed… how could she kiss another guy? Cilwenu felt like her whole body was sinking into the floor beneath them. Draco parted his lips to speak to Cilwenu, but the moment he did, his lips instantly closed back. Draco turned away from both Cilwenu and Theodore.

Cilwenu sucked in a breath that hitched her throat, "Draco… where are you going…?"

The other fellow Slytherin watched as the couple walked towards the dormitories, Draco's pace a little faster than the girls. She found herself practically jogging to keep up with him, and by the time Cilwenu reached to touch the back of his neck, she tripped over a stack of books. She pounded the ground with her fist, and pulled out her wand.

"Accio cloak!" she stammered, watching as Draco's cloak lifted into the air, and tugged him back slightly.

Draco turned his head, before unfastening the cloak and letting it fly in Cilwenu's direction. He retreated into the dorm, leaving Cilwenu behind on the cold dungeon floor. She could only whimper, and bow her head in defeat.

Hours later, Cilwenu woke in the same spot she'd fallen in. The common room was dark, save the flickering light of the fireplace to her right. She looked at it, while still holding Draco's cloak tightly in her fingers. She wondered what time it was, only thinking that it didn't really matter… She knew she wasn't getting any more sleep than she'd already gotten. No one even bothered to wake her… tell her that she should leave the cold dungeon and sleep in her own bed. That didn't matter either… not with the lingering guilt feeling making Cilwenu feel nauseous inside. The large highly decorated clock could barely be seen by the fireplace light, and Cilwenu stood, uttering Lumos to her wand.

She pointed it to that clock, and discovered that it was only two in the morning.

"Brilliant." She whispered.

Cilwenu then wandered off to one of the couches, and flung herself down. The cloak she held was brought closer to her face, and nose nestled into the smell of Draco.. The same scent she remembered smelling in the vial she'd made of Amortentia. A long sigh left her lips, as few tears threatened to stray from her eyes. How was she ever going to face Draco… with the thought of him being angry with her? Or the thought of him leaving her?

It was crude to think to herself that maybe he was never meant for her. Maybe Cilwenu was fooling herself when it came to her and Draco's relationship. She knew how it was to begin with. In between all the gentle sides with the blonde, there were more irritated sides… He was like his father, so she heard. Sometimes, most times, it was easy to see just how hard it was to get along with him. A pompous, egotistical boy could get nowhere respectable in the world the way he acted.

Sure, she knew who Draco was, and who he could be. She knew, and she wouldn't change him too much. Cilwenu loved that boy she'd met in her second year. She loved the boy that'd helped her when she was down, and she loved him because, somewhere, it was certain that he felt the same way too.

When Cilwenu was about to break out into tears, she heard the door to the dormitory open. Her heart fluttered when she spotted Draco walking down the short flight of stairs leading into the common room. He was clad in nightwear, wand illuminated at the tip as he scanned the room for something- or rather, someone. Cilwenu's full attention was on his stature, and the way his grey eyes looked scattershot around the room. Draco hated the dark… she knew that better than anyone, and she stood from the couch as he approached the fireplace.

Draco saw Cilwenu then, and lowered his wand down to his side. Draco, a deer in the headlights, stopped, and froze, unable to keep his gaze away from the girl. He didn't dare speak at all, in fears of the way he would sound, so full of a million emotions. He didn't know what to say, or why he'd even come to find Cilwenu in the first place. Something in Draco's mind just wanted him to look at her. To see if she felt bad. In some twisted way, Draco wanted Cilwenu to hurt over what he'd seen earlier. He wanted her to cry.

Some time after he'd almost scrapped with Theodore, Draco had been pulled aside by none other than Pansy. To say the least, she'd tried to fill Draco's head with lies he already knew weren't true. Cilwenu certainly would never cheat on Draco. But, of course, he wasn't sure what to believe. Draco cursed his inability to trust a soul. Theodore couldn't have been some sort of secret lover, right?

Staring into her dark eyes, Draco couldn't fathom losing Cilwenu again. He didn't want to not be able to trust her. Until he knew the truth about that kiss, until he could see it in her eyes that she was honestly telling the truth, he wouldn't be able to believe it. No, Draco didn't want to be without Cilwenu. He actually cared about her too much to lose her, unlike with his past flings. He'd learned that the first time.

Being the boy Draco was, he knew he would never come outright and tell her in front of a crowd of people… At least, not until he was positively sure, two hundred percent. Draco felt he was still too immature to be sure that what he felt when he was with Cilwenu was undeniably love. He was fourteen, and she was too. Their love was still in the blossoming stages. Perhaps, maybe… the more he thought about it. Maybe he did love her.

Cilwenu had to tell Draco the truth. She had to tell him that Theodore was her tutor and that neither he, nor the kiss meant anything. She didn't feel the spark she felt whenever Draco's lips touched hers. There was no comparison to the kisses she'd grown so used to over the past year or so. She couldn't replace it. Not that feeling. The way Draco moved Cilwenu, the way he made her feel, it was enough, so much that it was almost too much for her to handle.

Almost hesitantly, Cilwenu brought her hand to Draco's cheek. She felt him gingerly lean into it, closing his eyes with a sigh that sounded relieved. His expression, however, remained the same and he didn't try to grab Cilwenu's hand in return or smack it away. Her eyes filled with warm, salty tears then, and they spilled over when her body trembled.

"Draco… I-"

The boy shook his head. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the truth or not, whether it was good or bad… He didn't know.

"It meant nothing, please believe me, Draco. Please." Cilwenu cried.

Draco eventually brought his hand upwards, in order to brush several strands away from Cilwenu's face. Cilwenu choked on her sobs. She didn't want him to see her that way, but she didn't want him to think that she didn't care. She cared.

"It meant nothing!"

He could see it then. The look in her watering eyes was so crystal clear. He could feel it in his stomach, and at the very center of his heart. She was telling the truth.

Draco pulled Cilwenu into a strong embrace, one of which he felt her holding him for dear life.

Draco breathed a little steadier then.

"I… I love you."