"Where are you going?" Katie asked as Celia got up from the table in the library.

"I left my charms book back in the dorms," Celia replied, smiling broadly to disguise the fact that this was actually a strategic plan. Angelina looked up, raising one eyebrow at her.

"Just use parchment," Angelina replied, "That's what I do."

"Yeah but I like to keep it all in one place," Celia lied quickly, thinking on her feet, "I won't be long, I don't want to waste too much time, I do actually need to revise."

"Don't be too long," Katie called after her as Celia dashed out of the door and began to run at full speed towards the dungeons. By agreeing to not take too long, Celia wasn't outright lying, more like omitting the truth. The truth was she was going to talk to Goyle and she needed to do it alone. The other three had insisted they be there too and although Celia was grateful for the security that would provide, she knew they would pounce at the slightest thing. She wanted to talk to Goyle, actually talk and hopefully get through to him. If her friends jumped out that would only push him into even more silence and Celia needed him to be honest.

She'd secretly arranged to meet Goyle outside the dungeons, probably not the best place but he'd been insistent - he claimed he would get lost if it was any further away and she'd decided to take what she could get.

Her pace quickened to a slight run in her haste to get there. As she rounded the corner to the dungeons, she saw the stocky, broad figure of Goyle standing there and felt a pang of disgust and anger at him. He hadn't spotted her yet luckily allowing her to dart around the wall and calm herself down. She could her head spinning slightly but she steadied herself with a series of deep breathes, reminding herself that this wasn't last time. Vicky had said he wanted to talk and hopefully that meant he was ready to see what he'd done wrong to her and what had hurt her. With one last breath, she opened her eyes and straightened up, walking around the corner.

"Goyle." She stood tall, sending a subliminal message... that is if Goyle was capable of receiving subliminal messages.

He turned around, his gaze growing intent so that Celia felt like he was looking right through her.

"Celia," He replied monotonously, "Haven't seen you in a few days. Vicky said you're pissed."

Celia bit her lip, trying to figure out how best to phrase what she was trying to say. She'd had a whole speech planned but the minor panic attack in the corridor had erased and she was left standing awkwardly in the corridor.

"You are pissed aren't you," Goyle broke the long silence, looking down, "If you weren't you would have said no."

"I'm not pissed as such, more... upset," He looked up slightly.

"Is is 'cos I'm ugly?" He said, a slight maliciousness coming to his face, "That's what Draco said when I told him. Said it was 'cos I'm ugly and a bad kisser too, not that he'd know. Is that why?"

"Not exactly..." Goyle's face lit up which was definitely not Celia's intentions, "I mean, you are... wait, that come our wrong... what I'm trying to say is that I'm not pissed at you for that - "

"So you don't think I'm ugly?" He asked hopefully. After a long pause she shook her head.

"I'm not attracted to you Goyle." She said, softly shaking her head."

"You seemed like you were."

"How so?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. Goyle took a single, menacing step forward and Celia hastily shuffled back a bit to keep the distance between them.

"You were always flirtin' with me," Goyle replied, a sneer coming to his face, "Whenever I asked you out you did that thing that girls do. Draco told him, where you sort of pretend you don't like a guy but you do, I like the chase."

"Goyle, that was not the chase," She said quickly, "Goyle, it was a rejection, I was saying no."

"No, that wasn't it," Goyle replied.

"How can that not be it?" She asked softly, "Goyle, I'm literally telling you what I felt about this whole thing, how I meant it as a rejection."

"Well it didn't look like it - "

"I'm sorry but it was..." She trailed off, pausing for a second before continuing, "You know what I'm not sorry, I said no and you carried on. I could NOT have made it clearer, you should have listened and not twisted my words."

Goyle looked at her blankly, "You were flirtin' though, I know you were. When a girl says no she doesn't mean it, it means she likes you and wants you to carry on. Like maybe your mouth was saying no but your eyes weren't, the way you said it didn't sound like a no. It just...didn't."

"Well, it was," Celia replied softly, "It was a no and you know it, deep down. Who told you all that crap about the eyes saying yes?"

Goyle considered this for a bit, "It's just sorta common facts, you know? Everyone knows it's true like right now, if you didn't like me then you wouldn't have come. Simple."

"No, no, Goyle you have it wrong here," She took a few steps back as Goyle drew closer, "If someone says no, take that as your answer! And I only came because Vicky said you wanted to talk as you realised what you did was wrong - "

"What did I do wrong?"

"Think Goyle," She replied, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. Goyle looked up in thought for a brief second before shaking his head.

"Can't. Tell me."

"I said no, so much, if I had a galleon for how many times I told you know, I would be as wealthy as your friend Draco." She looked at him again, angry at how blank and even defensive he looked, "I said no and you kissed me. It hurt me, Goyle, you left bruises on my wrist and my back from hurt from where you slammed me against the wall - "

"It was romantic! Like in those films where they kiss against the wall!"

"No, Goyle! It was not romantic!" Celia replied, "It was not in the slightest! I said no and you did it anyway, why? What made you think I wanted it?"

Goyle's eyes narrowed and for the first time, she saw a spark of genuine malice underneath his dim, dark eyes. He walked forward slowly causing Celia to back away again. Her back hit something solid and the sense of dread increased as she realised she was backed into a corner... literally.

"If you hadn't wanted me to then maybe you shouldn't have looked so hot that day,"  He replied.

"I was wearing a cloak and woollen tights," She replied weakly, "I didn't look my best."

"You always look your best to me - " Before she could stop him, his lips were against hers, his fingers tracing back over the now fading bruises on her wrists. She had an increasingly awful sense of Deja vu as she tried and failed to push him off just like last time. Cormac would probably tell her off being dramatic but she literally felt like she was being suffocated. She prayed for Goyle to stop but this time, he didn't, he went further. His free hand tugged at her shirt, exposing her shoulder. Goyle broke apart, his eyes drifting towards her bra strap that had now been made visible. She didn't need to be mind reader to know what was going to happen next if she didn't get away.

Luckily, her black bra strap provided her with a distraction. Before Goyle knew what was happening, she rammed the palm of her hand into his chin, knocking him back enough for her to start running down the corridor. She could hear him calling something after her but there was no way in hell she was going back. She just ran, ran far away with no clear destination, her only aim to get away. Her friends were expecting back at the library but she didn't want to face them right now so instead she ran down the steps of the castle onto the grass outside. Only then, when she was out of the confines of the castle, did she sit down and allow herself to rest.

She curled up into a small ball, pulling her knees to her chest. Her shirt was still pulled down at the side but that was the least of her worries. It had happened again. She'd been a gullible idiot and it could have all been avoided if she hadn't used her Gryffindor arrogance and bravery to make a stupid rash decision.

"Celia?" A male voice broke her out of her mind and for a horrible second, she thought it was Goyle, come to find her again. She quickly realised that the voice was too high and posh to belong to Goyle. Cormac, "What are you doing?"

"I saw Goyle," She whispered, turning to face Cormac who had sat down next to her, a stolen quaffle under his arm.

"Oh God, not this. Please tell me you didn't obsess over that damn kiss - "

"I didn't." She snapped, "I spoke to him, I thought I could talk to him, from what Vicky said he wanted a genuine discussion... he didn't. Cormac, it happened again."

"I did warn you, Celia," Was all that Cormac said at first, "I mean, guys like Goyle don't listen, I told you that. Besides, you kind of brought it on yourself. Sleeve pulled down on your shoulder like a slu - "

Cormac was interrupted by Celia's hand making contact with his face. She hadn't intended to slap him but in that moment, she'd been so angry it had almost been involuntary. It hadn't been hard, she knew that but from the way Cormac was acting, you'd think she'd brutally stabbed him in the back.

"Celia, what the hell? Why did you do that?"

Her voice was completely devoid of emotion, "Sorry, Cormac, but you brought that on yourself."