Here is the third chapter, it is mainly to establish the base of what is to come. Also Cecilia is very annoyed in this chapter.

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Even though she still felt weak and nauseous, Cecilia insisted on walking without assistance. Fred kept close by but whenever he made an attempt to help her as she wobbled she would give him her best death stare, one that she had learned from early childhood on.

She had already allowed herself two moments of weakness today, there wouldn't be another. Weasley would soon forget how weak she had been after fighting Imperius Curse but would remember that she successfully fought it.

She only hoped the Gryffindors wouldn't gossip too much, at least so her fellow Slytherins wouldn't hear it. Jealousy was dangerous, after all. And Cecilia had her suspicions on what was to come. The attack on the Quidditch World Cup Final certainly had not come out of nowhere, and her father and Lucius Malfoy behaved rather strange these days.

"We are here, Nott. You can stop daydreaming", Weasleys voice brought her back to the real world and she found herself in front of the Hospital Wing.

"You can go now", she said dismissively. He laughed loudly and Cecilia sneered. How dare he laugh at her! Rage filled her once again and she wanted only for him to finally leave, so she could start building her defense walls again.

"I don't take orders from anyone", he said grinning. Maybe they did have something in common, even if it just was their disregard of rules.

"And I always get what I want", she said.

He raised an eyebrow. She usually wasn't bothered by such behaviour, but now it irritated her.

"I'm going to go now", she simply said and walked into the Hospital.

Madam Pomfrey immediately walked over to her, a concerned look on her face.

Wonderful.

"What is wrong, dear?", she asked and led Cecilia to a seat nearby.

"None of your concern. Just please heal it, and I can go on with my day."

Madam Pomfrey continued to smile and healed Cecilia's wounds quickly. She wanted her to stay for an hour due to her dizziness. Under no circumstance would Cecilia do that, people would find out that she had spent a significant amount in the Hospital Wing, and she could not let her authority be challenged because of such a silly thing.

So Cecilia spent the rest of the day trying not to look too tired. Thankfully she only had two more classes.

Afterwards she walked directly to the Common Room to find some time to relax.

Almost everyone was in the Great Hall to eat supper, so she brought her bag back to her room and then sat down on the black couch, facing away from the door, and closed her eyes. Only to open them when Draco barged into the room so loud that no one would have missed him.

"What is going on with you?", she asked, shaking her head. He was so irritating sometimes, and totally self-aware of it, which made his behaviour even worse.

"I forgot to write to father", he simply said and then rushed to the boys' dormitory.

Cecilia sighed and then stood up to get her books to do some homework; she would not be able to get back into the zone, now that Draco had tarnished it.

Draco stumbled down the stairs not long after her and sat down beside her.

While watching him write on the parchment, she was suddenly reminded of what she had wanted to ask him since DADA this morning.

"What do you know about Timothy in my year?", she asked bluntly. Draco only raised an eyebrow, and did not look up from his paper.

"Nothing, interesting. His family is certainly rich, but they aren't part of the sacred families."

Why is he so damn powerful, then? And how does he know so much about me and my capabilities?

"Do you think I'm too... showy? Is it possible to know how powerful I really am, without getting to know me?", she asked him uncomfortably. She did not want to show weakness. But if she were to talk to anyone about this, it was Draco.

Draco looked up from his parchment wearing a sceptical look. He seemed to think about her questions and then finally answered after looking at her for a short while.

"No. It's probably just the way you constantly command people to do your bidding, and that's why they are afraid of you and your capabilities."

"That seems logical."

"So what happened?", he asked chewing on his quill. Cecilia rolled her eyes. No one would believe her if she told them that Draco Malfoy did something as mundane as chewing on his quill.

"Huh", she feigned ignorance. He really did not need to know about the incident in DADA, more particularly that Fred Weasley had escorted her to the Hospital Wing.

Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his legs. He probably possessed more elegance than any other female in the castle, well except the ones from Beauxbatons.

"Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you", he scolded her.

"Maybe I don't want you to know what happened", she said then and almost regretted it. Cecilia did not like keeping secrets from him. Well, except that one where she didn't agree with his views on pureblood society.

"Mhm. I'm going to find out anyway", he said and concentrated on his letter again.

"Trust me, I know", she said sighing and then picked up her Charms book to study. Next year was going to be her last year and her final examinations were already looming over her head with a dark cloud.

Cecilia spent roughly an hour studying, during which Draco had went away to give his owl the letter to his father and had come back to do his homework, while she had been testing out various spells. He had abstained from his usual commentary of her actions and had stared at his books like he could absorb all information that way. Cecilia had simply rolled her eyes at his tactic, knowing that there was no way he would remember what he had tried to study.

Afterwards she went to bed with an empty stomach. It was not comfortable but she would not strive the halls at night looking for food. It'd be a rather dumb reason.

When she woke up the next morning, her head was pounding so hard that she was convinced she would not be able to stand up. It took her about thirty minutes to stand up and that was only because she wanted to avoid gossip about her health.

She forced herself to apply a minimum of make-up so her tiredness would be invisible. Even though Madam Pomfrey had healed all her physical wounds, she was still mentally tired. At least it was a Saturday today, so there were no classes to bother her and most importantly, she would be able to escape Fred Weasley, who she had way too many classes with.

With a little more energy she left the Common Room and walked in the direction of the Great Hall to get her breakfast. She would not survive the day without it.

Unfortunately for her and her mood someone caught up with her right as she was about to descend the last case of stairs.

"Still breathing, Nott?", the arrogant voice of Timothy bounced off the walls and Cecilia felt the urge to throw him down the stairs.

Not too elegant for a pureblood lady like you, she thought.

"Of course, what did you expect?", she mocked and started walking down the stairs. Timothy wasn't going to keep her away from her long awaited breakfast.

"I knew you'd be able to resist the curse but I must admit I was surprised at which ease it seemed to come."

She whirled around, snarling at him.

"If you're here to make fun of me, I have to kindly remind you that I can be very angry if I don't get my breakfast."

He chuckled lowly: "Every time I attempt to break the curse, I suffer more significant wounds than you did."

Cecilia resisted the temptation to ask him what he was talking about and why he was sharing this information with her. She could not lose her face.

It also was too early to get into a fight this early. So she just huffed and walked away. Surprisingly he made no attempt to talk to her again. Good for him.

Breakfast went by without anything interesting happening. Draco kept talking about making bets with his father who was going to win the tournament, when they didn't even know the participants and Theodore needed her help with his Charms homework. She begrudgingly helped him, despite being in a bad mood.

Afterwards she went to the library to do her homework in peace. She liked to study on her own, without any distractions. Like the weekend parties that Blaise somehow managed to organise. They were her personal nightmare. Occasionally it was fun to watch people be drunk but since she never really drank anything – to not blurb out her secret – she did not enjoy them.

She was deep into her thoughts when a voice called her name rather bluntly. She rolled her eyes, looked if anyone was watching, found that she was indeed alone and then stood up to investigate. She walked along the bookcases and found Fred Weasley standing behind the one to her left, grinning at her.

"Do you think an Aging Potion is going to work?", he asked her. Cecilia gaped at him and thought about hitting him with the book in her hands. How the hell could he believe something so dumb would work? And why the hell was he talking to her about it? Couldn't he ask someone like Granger, who seemed to know everything about everything and who wasn't a Slytherin?

"Why are you asking me?", she snarled through clenched teeth and fixated him with her deep blue eyes. She hoped they looked at least a bit intimidating.

He shrugged but his big smile did not fade.

"There was no one better around to ask", he said only deepening her anger. She had only wanted to spend a few hours in complete silence.

"So I'm simply a pawn in your game", she pointed out seemingly indifferent. Inside she was seething though.

"No, you're the queen of course", he winked at her and Cecilia fell into confusion. One thing was clear: He was flirting with her. But why? He never seemed interested and she was certain she had never dared to give him any reason to. Despite the stunt she had pulled yesterday.

She simply snarled at him but remained standing. Her desire of having the last word keeping her rooted to the spot.

"Come on, don't be angry. I made you a rather nice compliment", he said laughing at his own words. Cecilia decided that this was the right time to hit him with her book so she raised her hands and then made a pathetic attempt to hit him on his right arm. For a moment he stopped laughing, looking confused and she took the chance to escape.

"I don't do compliments, Weasley", she sneered and then went on her way to get her things and walk to the Great Hall.

Only an hour later the Weasley twins triumphantly came running through the door with piles of Aging Potion in their hands. Cecilia simply rolled her eyes and fixated them back on her book. That didn't last very long because she was too interested if it would work. She was ninety-nine percent sure it wouldn't but she had seen a lot of miracles happen in her life.

George and Fred drank the potion and actually managed to cross over the age line Dumbledore had drawn. They bathed in the applause of all the not-Slytherins and Fred turned around to wink at her once again. She loudly slammed her book shut and got ready to go when she saw how both twins were attacked by the age line and now seemed to have aged quite a bit. She chuckled lowly and exited the hall.