Ch.1; I Think I'm in Love - Part 1

"Um, pardon me. Do you know where Sir Dumbledore's headquarters are?" Asked a sweet, intelligent voice. Oliver Wood turned around in his sweaty quidditch robes and came face to face with a girl. A very beautiful girl. Her hair was long, with razored ends and was raven black with a bit of dark brown, and she had creamy peachy skin, with a hint of light tan. Her eyes were beautiful, big, dark, and they had an expression of creativity, they were chocolate brown. Oliver looked down, she was in black Hogwarts robes, and had a trunk with her, and a cage with a beautiful white and pink cockatoo in it. Judging by the stationary kit the girl had latched onto the cage, Oliver figured that it served as something like an owl. "Hello?" The girl asked again, she looked him straight in the eye. Oliver stuttered.
"Well...it's upstairs..you'll have to find Professor McGonnagal first though. And we just call it his office, not his headquarters. And Professor is better then Sir, he's not exactly active enough to be a....sir anymore." Oliver babbled.
"Oh well, I don't really know what McGonnagal looks like." The girl giggled.
"Oh, I'd be glad to help you find her, let me get that-" Wood offered and grabbed onto her trunk. It was extremely heavy and Oliver was having a very hard time moving it even an inch.
"What are you doing?" She asked eyeing him strangely.
"Well, I'm trying to move your trunk so we can go find McGonnagal." Oliver said. The girl giggled.
"Levitatus Leaderum." She whispered with a flick of her wand. The trunk levitated one foot off the ground and hovered behind her. "This is a school of witchcraft and wizardry isn't it?" she giggled.
"Oh..wow, I feel extremely stupid." Oliver laughed. "And, I forgot to introduce myself. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor quidditch team Keeper and Captain." Oliver said proudly. The girl seemed very interested.
"Victoria Crescent, Transfer from Vencillio, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It's in Italy. I was on my house, Levithian, quidditch team too. Also Captain and Keeper." She smiled. Oliver was certainly impressed, he never met anyone up to his standards before, with the exceptions of Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint but those two were coniving little scum bags. But the thing is, he had never met a girl up to his levels, not even any of the chasers on his team.
"Well Vicky, let's go find McGonna-" Wood was cut off by a loud whip crack. He turned around and so did Victoria.
"Wood, I see you have offered Ms.Crescent a helping hand, how very kind of you. But seeing as though, I am Professor McGonnagal, I'll take it from here. 5 points to Gryffindor for being so thoughtful though." McGonnagal said. Wood nodded.
"Well, see you around Vicky." He said and dashed off. McGonnagal eyed the young girl, she was about 5'3, where as Oliver was 5'9. She also didn't seem the least bit afraid of the flailing whip McGonnagal held in her hand. McGonnagal looked down at her and smiled.
"Don't worry, I only use this to get people's attention." She whispered as the whip changed into a staff. "Follow me now, we need to get you sorted." McGonnagal led Victoria Crescent and her floating trunk to the Gargoyle Statue infront of Dumbledore's office. "Melon-Cauly." McGonnagal said as the Gargoyle scooted aside, McGonnagal led the girl up the narrow passage way and into Dumbledore's round office.
"Ahh, hello! You must be Ms.Crescent from Vencillio! I must say, that is a rather fascinating school, I went there once myself. The headmistress, Mrs.Tilizano, is awefully amazing at predicting the future. Oh yes, I'm Dumbledore and how do you do?"
"Yes I'm from Vencillio. Mrs.Tilizano sends her love, I know you are, and I am fine." the girl replied.
"Well, that's just fabulous, let's get you sorted now!" Dubledore motioned towards a stool, the girl walked to it with nonchalance and sat down. McGonnagal came towards her with the hat and placed it on her head. The hat spoke up.
"I hope you do not mind, For I haven't had the time, To, for you, make a good rhyme, but it doesn't mean you won't shine!" The hat sang quickly, obviously still trying to hold an audience. "Now, where will you shine best? You'd make an okay Gryffindor, it seems you enjoy challenges, but for the better- you belong in Ravenclaw, where among your piers there are more challenges then you think." The hat cooed. McGonnagal and Dumbledore clapped, then McGonnagal removed the hat and placed it back upon a shelf where it once again pondered a song for next year's first years. At this moment, it was December 3rd, and the fields outside where all thickly blanketed in frosty, pillowy, snow.
"I am very honored to be a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts." The girl replied sweetly. There was a knock on the door and McGonnagal turned.
"Come in." Dumbledore said, sitting at his desk. Marcus Flint, Slytherin quidditch captain walked in.
"Professor Snape asks to discuss lesson plans with you Professor McGonnagal." He said quickly, his eyes darting to and staring at Victoria. She gave him a short smile. Victoria was brought up to always be polite, but she had a sixth sense of telling how people were like. She didn't exactly get warm cheerful vibes off this fellow.
"Thankyou Mr.Flint, now would you assist in escorting Ms.Crescent to the Ravenclaw house? She's new here, and doesn't know her way around. I assure after your Slytherin raid againt Ravenclaw before that quidditch match two years ago- you'll know where it is?" McGonnagal said curtly.
"Yes ma'am." Marcus said, trying to sound convincingly innocent. Not working. "Not only will I show you where your house is, I'll show who you should hang around." Flint said in a raspy voice as he led Victoria out of Dumbledore's office.
It took about twenty minutes for Marcus to finally find the Ravenclaw house, he wasn't as bright as he looked.
"I suppose we should knock on the portrait and you can ask someone for the password?" Marcus suggest, eyeing the portrait of Athena, the goddess of knowledge who was currently reading The Hobbit.
"No need, I already know the password." She replied quietly.
"What? How did you know?"
"I found out from someone..." She gave a look down the hall, suggesting he should leave so she could say the password and get in. Victoria thanked Marcus for helping her find the house, and after she was sure he was gone she stared the portrait.
"Eiko Carol." Victoria recited the japanese names and the portrait gladly swung open she walked into a busy blue common room, in all shades of blue, silver, and bronze. Everyone stopped what they were doing at looked at her. "Hi..." she started shyly.
"You're the new girl from Vencillio, aren't you?" One young man asked. Vicky nodded. Then, everyone ran up to her and started shaking her hand.
"We're so glad you're in our house, we heard you're very creative and intelluctual! Maybe we'll win the house cup this year, with you!" A young girl said. Vicky was extremely surprised at how well these people knew about her. Maybe they were like her, divination experts? She highly doubted it. Only her family, the Tilizano family, and the Vencillio divination teacher, Ms.Loya, were true preminitionists. And that was a secret between those three families. Anyone else who claimed to know divination was a fake. But no one needed to know who was truthful, and who wasn't. Not yet.
A few days passed by, and Hogwarts had a dramatic schedule change due to Peeves, the school poltergiest. Victoria wasn't really bothered by him, unlike other students who retaliated immensely, she learned to tune him out. Anyway, Victoria was quite pleased with her schedule change, she got two classes with her first friend at Hogwarts, Oliver Wood. It was the first time she saw him since the first day of school, she had been too busy talking to other Ravenclaws and Slytherins at lunch to really look over at the other two tables. But Oliver had met her at the schedule re-pick up.
"Hey! Long time no see!" He said.
"Oh hi! We have Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts together now."
"Ya, I hear you're really good at Divination."
"Well, it's quite easy if you understand it."
"I obviously don't understand it, maybe you could tutor me sometime?" Oliver asked. Victoria giggled.
"I wouldn't mind-" Victoria got cut off by the arrival of a group of Slytherins. She had met them all he first few days of school, Ravenclaws sat right next to Slytherins. She saw Marcus Flint, Crabbe, Goyle, Draco Malfoy, Millicent Bulstrode, and Pansy Parkinson headed their way. Marcus stepped out.
"Hey there, Vicky." He said, he gave Oliver a glare, and a pathetic laugh. "Maybe I forgot to mention not to associate with Gryffindors." Marcus joked.
"No, I heard you Marcus. But, Oliver is my friend. I don't let silly things like that get in the way of frienship." Victoria said cooly. Wood was quite impressed that she knew how to stand up to a guy.
"Oh I see. Well anyways Vicky, would you like to accompany me to the Ginger Ball tommorow night?" Marcus asked. Oliver felt something hit him very hard on the back of the head. How could he have forgotten, the Ginger Ball was tommorow!
"Well um, I don't exactly know what the Ginger Ball is..." Vicky said. She looked at Oliver, who smiled back.
"It's like a Christmas Dance. The Ginger Ball, and it's a costume party too." He said shortly. Marcus stepped infront of him.
"So how about it Vicky?" Marcus asked. Oliver could clearly see he was bugging her, even though the big hulk was blocking Oliver's veiw anyway. Oliver stepped around, what could he say now? 'No, you should go with me!' I mean even though that's what he wanted to do, plead with her, it wouldn't be fair. It would make the situation worse, and it was his own fault for forgetting.
"Um, sure. I'd..love to." Victoria said quietly. Marcus grinned and walked off to brag to his slytherin friends. Usually, Slytherins only dated Slytherins. Dating a Gryffindor- it had never happened. Dating a Hufflepuff was pathetic. Dating a Ravenclaws were a bit more common, but they weren't something people could actually brag about. Now it was. Oliver looked at the group of Slytherin boys around Marcus gawking at Victoria, who seemed actually clueless of it too.
"I guess I'll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts tommorow, then." Oliver said and he slowly walked away. Victoria felt her heart melt. He looked so sad, and honestly, she didn't want to be with Marcus. A part of her wanted to be with Oliver, but she didn't know if she should really...listen to that part, it was only hormones talking anyway. Victoria tried to shrug it off and get back to looking at her schedule when three second years came up infront of her, she could tell by their scarves that they were Gryffindors.
" 'Ello." A bright red head boy said.
" Hi," Said a short girl with bushy chestnut hair.
" Hey." The last of them, a dark haired boy with emerald green eyes and thick black glasses spoke lastly. Victoria instantly recognized him.
"Hi! Well what do you know, it's Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you- Oh my. Sorry, that must've sounded really stupid of me. I heard you went to Hogwarts and all, but you probably always get badgered by people for autographs- back in Italy, well I know how you feel." She said. Harry Potter blushed, that was one of the nicest things people have said. She didn't even ask to see his scar, but it was probably showing anyways.
"We heard you're the new transfer from Vencillio, in Italy? You don't look Italian though." The bushy haired girl said. Victoria was quite flattered.
"Seems like more people then I thought knew about me. He he. I'm part Italian, part British, part French, and Part Scottish." Victoria said. The young girl smiled in awe.
"We heard from Wood, Harry here- is the seeker for the Gryffindors." The red head boy said.
"Oh, from Wood?" Victoria giggled. "Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Victoria, but you probably know that already." She giggled again.
"It's a pleasure. I'm Hermione."
"Ron."
"...well, you know me, Harry." Harry blushed. The three second years scuttered off, and when Victoria finally felt alone, a tall blonde male easily recognized as Professor Lockhart, and another shorter pale blonde boy, whom from Marcus, Victoria knew was Draco Malfoy approached her.
"Well! You're almost as popular as Potter, Ms.Crescent! It's great to have three celebrities here, and famous Mr.Malfoy too! That makes four!" Lockheart said as he led Draco away. Victoria rolled her eyes, celebrities.
The next night, Friday at 6:45 pm, Victoria was busy getting ready for the costume party. She had on a long lavender gown, with a variety of different shades of purple and lavender scarfs adorning her. She also had a purple flower in her hair, which was half up in a bun, and half down. She had on deep purple sneakers, heels always did bother her. Victoria was among a of the few Ravenclaws not dressed in blue, and among the few in the school not dressed in red or green, or any house color. She adorned herself with a pair of fairy wings and glitter around her eyes. People stopped dead and stared at her when she entered the Great Hall with her date, Marcus Flint, who was dressed as Robin Hood. As she walked by she saw Oliver all alone at the table of food and refreshments. Cute and obviously, Oliver was dressed as a professional quidditch player. She got a sudden urge to go walk over to him, but Marcus's arm was around her's a little firmly. Too firmly to allow that. As a song started Marcus pulled Victoria around to him and they started dancing. Once again, instead of Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory (who had abandoned his date Cho, to stare at Victoria), or Draco Malfoy- Marcus was once again the center of attention. He rather liked it too. As the song ended Victoria quickly pulled away.
"I'm going to um, get something to eat." Victoria hurried over to the table with the punch, looking for Oliver, she found him leaning against the wall with a cup in his hands. She walked over to him. "You know that's spiked with Vodka don't you?" She asked. He looked down at his cup strangely and put it on a nearby table. Victoria giggled. "Well, um, who's your date?" She asked.
"Well, I don't have one, I didn't ask anyone, and I rejected Katie Bell." He said, while staring focusedly to the floor.
"Oh, why did you do that?"
"Well, I was hoping there was a chance that this certain someone would dance the last dance with me at least. I wouldn't want to be pre-occupied if I got that chance." He said looking into her eyes. Victoria went back to Marcus and spent the rest of the dance with him, as the DJ (Flitwick) announced the last song for that night, Victoria told Marcus she'd be at the lady's room. Vicky hurriedly ran across the Great Hall and spotted Oliver, she quickened her pace walking towards him, she would've tripped and fell on her untied shoe lace if Oliver hadn't caught her. Victoria straightened up and wrapped her hands around Oliver's neck and layed her head on his shoulder. He wraped his arms around her waist and held her gently as the swayed to the sweet song.

"I didn't hear you leave. I wonder how am I still here?
I don't want to move a thing, it might change my memory.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want. But I can't hide. I won't go.
I won't sleep. I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me.
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be. Until you're resting here with me.
I don't want to call my friends, they might wake me from this dream.
And I can't leave this place, risk forgetting all that has been.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want. But I can't hide. I won't go.
I won't sleep. I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me.
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be. Until you're resting here,
I won't go, and I won't sleep, I can't breathe, Until you're resting here with me.
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be. Until you're resting here with me...
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want. But I can't hide. I won't go.
I won't sleep. I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me.
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here,
I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me. I won't leave,
I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here with me."

Oliver whispered the soft lyrics into Victoria's ear as they danced. Everything he was doing, somehow sent shivers through her.
"Vicky, there's something I need to tell you." Oliver started.
"Vicky! There you are," Marcus said as he trotted towards them. He spotted Oliver and gave him a mean look. "Come on, there is a Slytherin after party in my house." Marcus said as he took Victoria's hand and led her away. Victoria turned and gave Oliver a sad look, he raised his hand slightly and gave a short wave. Once Victoria exited the Great Hall, Marcus looked at her. "So...Victoria, do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked. That hit Victoria like a shot, she didn't expect that.
"Uh....well," Victoria quicky looked to her left and right, she saw a bunch of Slytherins gathered around them, all with their hands in their robes...reaching for their wands. Victoria got a sudden pang of fear, but Crescents, and especially people related to her mother, where never afraid. "Yes!" Victoria said quickly, many of the Slytherins once around her smiled and walked off. Victoria felt scared.
"Well, that's good then. And don't worry about your Gryffindor friend Wood, he's well, I don't even want to talk about that loser." Marcus said as he led Victoria into the common room.
"Hey Wood, what's wrong?" Harry potter asked his team mate and captain. Oliver was sitting in the Gryffindor common room avoiding the after party. Oliver sat with a piece of parchment and quill infront of him.
"I've never felt in love in my life."
"Aww Wood, that's not true. Tons of girls like you, you're good looking and a jock!" Ron said, trying to cheer him up.
"But they never....but they're not who I like."
"Well, who do you like?" Hermione asked curiosly.
"You mean you can't tell?"
"Uh...ya. Anyway Wood, what are you about to write?" Ron asked.
"A note to my parents, telling them I changed my mind and I'm staying home for Christmas holidays."
"That's great Wood, we better go now, someone said Lockheart was going to come to the party!" Harry said as he pulled his two friends away. Oliver finished writing to the letter and walked over to a vacant window. He opened it and whistled a tune. Victoria's white and pink headed cockatoo flew in and over to his hand.
"Hey Garnet, take this to my parents ok? Lancealot (his owl) is asleep and I didn't want to wake him. Oh and here's another note, you can give to Vicky." Wood smiled as he wrapped both letters onto the obedient bird, and she took off.
A couple days passed by, and it was the third day of Christmas break. In four days everyone would be back here though. It was announced that the saturday after everyone got back would be the second quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff beat Ravenclaw in the first game, and now Victoria had been appointed keeper and captain, so chances where that they would do better. Victoria got a letter from Wood asking her to meet him on the quidditch field for one on one practice. Victoria made her way onto the field with her Vixen4500, the latest broom in the french line. Wood was already mounted on his Jetuper7000, and hovering a few feet above ground.
"I can't wait to get practice started." He called out. So she quickened her pace and hopped onto her broom while trotting towards him and flew over.
"Well now we can, do you want me to throw the quaffle at you first, or you at me?"
"Well actually, the first thing I do is take a warm-up lap around the field- to you know, get a feel for it."
"You've been playing quidditch all your life, and have been on the team since your second year...and you still need a feel for it?" Victoria asked curiously.
"Trust me it's fun, Vicky. Hop on."
"What?"
"Oh common, don't be shy- like I said, trust me." Oliver said, scooting up on his broom. Vicky reluctantly, and blushing, got off her broom and got on his, she wrapped her arms around his waist to prevent herself from sliding off and he kicked off higher.
"Well it's a more beautiful veiw when you have time to actually veiw it, Olly." She said as she took in the breath-taking scene. Oliver chuckled.
"Did you just call me, Olly?" He asked.
"Yup!" Vicky giggled.
"Oh, you'll pay for that deary." He said jokingly and he dove down on his broom, like a seeker normally would. Vicky screamed and giggled. Then Oliver shot the broom straight upwards and did loopty loops around the rings. Suddenly Oliver stopped the broom midspeed right in the middle of the field about 60 feet up.
"Why-why did you stop Olly?" Vicky asked as she scooted back on the broom. Oliver swung his legs over and turned around so he was facing Vicky.
"V..v..Vicky. You are the most amazingly person I have ever met." He said, his forehead leaned slightly against hers. "So tell me the truth, do you really want to be with Marcus Flint?" He asked. Victoria looked down she opened her mouth to say something, but Oliver interrupted her. "Answer me, after I do this.." he said. Oliver slowly tilted his head down slightly and softly laid his lips on Victoria's. Victoria had never felt so electrified in her life, she would've fallen off the broom if Oliver wasn't holding on to her! Oliver pulled away and looked at her with the most love-struck look Vicky had ever seen. She knew she had that same look on her face.
"I want to be with you. I've felt something for you since the first day I saw you, but I didn't know what it was I felt. Thankyou, for bringing that out for me." Victoria said. Oliver smiled.
"Well, I just knew I was in love from the first time I saw you." Oliver said, he leaned in again and cupped her face in his hands. "So why don't we just say it? I love you."
"I love you too." They kissed, this time a deeper kiss. Wood allowed his broom to slowly drift them back to earth as their lips were still locked.
From a library window, Draco Malfoy let out a tiny smirk.
"Ooh. Wait till Marcus gets back from holiday break." Malfoy whispered.
"I should send a letter to Marcus." Victoria whispered under her breath. Oliver stroked her hair with his hand and looked down at her.
"No, I think I'll send a letter to Marcus."