A/N: Just so everyone knows, this is a really long chapter. There are scenes of a sexual nature, nothing graphic, but I felt the need to warn you. There is some bad language somewhere in this chapter, so beware! Please review if you like it! I'd totally love it!!! Thanks!!
Chapter Nine: Wedding Mayhem
Sure enough, Saturday morning the group of students attending the wedding went through the fire. They arrived at Bijou's father's sprawling manor. Blossoming trees were swaying in the light breeze. All seemingly enchanted to lose their flower's petals that sprinkled the ground.
Servants in their manor, mostly house elves, had escorted the students to their rooms in the manor. Oliver's mother came and hugged him tightly to her. He was at least a foot taller than she was, but that didn't stop her from enveloping him. The whole time, glaring at Bijou as if she were a disease that was infecting the world. Bijou felt awkward around them until her father came.
"Ma fille!" her father smiled and opened his arms.
"Mon pere," Bijou smiled and hugged her father.
"I have missed you," her father kissed her cheeks and hugged her a second time.
"Papa, je te presente Oliver Wood," Bijou smiled and pointed at Oliver.
"Bonjour," Mr. Sauveterre said with a thick French accent, "it is a pleasure to meet you, Oliver."
The two men shook hands; "The pleasure is all mine, Monsieur."
Mrs. Wood approached Bijou and spoke to her, "Come with me. We'll get you fitted for your dress."
Bijou looked at Oliver, who nodded, then at her father who spoke up, "Madame Wood, Bijou will show you to her room, I have gotten several seamstresses to prepare dresses for her."
Mrs. Wood looked at Monsieur Sauveterre, "Certainly."
Oliver watched as Bijou left with his mother, which left him with Monsieur Sauveterre. This was frightening. Standing with the father of his pregnant girlfriend, soon to be wife.
"We'll get your dress robes, ready. You're father is already preparing for you." He said, breaking the silence. Oliver nodded and followed him into the house.
Bijou walked into her room to find a dozen wedding dresses lining the walls. Each one was as beautiful as the next. She looked at the dresses and tried each of them on. She wished her mother could be there to help her find the right one.
None of the dresses she tried on felt right to her. That is, until she came to the last one. It had dramatic butterfly sleeves and an elegant neckline. It had a graceful medieval, though modern, look to it. The neckline, waistline, and sleeve edges were beaded with sparkling crystals and shimmering sequins and beads. The chiffon skirt fell into flattering soft drapes at the front, below the bodice.
Carefully, she put the magnificent dress on. It fit her like a glove. She stepped out from behind the curtain; her father had now joined them. The women and her father were all silent; did it look awful on her? She looked at her father, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Papa, what's wrong?" She asked. Becoming self-conscious of her in the dress.
"That was the dress your mother wore," he choked out.
"Really? It looks new," Bijou smiled.
"You look just like her. Only with my eyes of course," her father laughed.
She then looked at Mrs. Wood. She, too, was speechless.
Oliver had his dress robes, he knew he'd look like every other guy there. He wanted to see Bijou. He wanted to see her dress. Unfortunately, that was bad luck, supposedly. So he couldn't see her in it just yet.
He decided to go off in search of Fred and George. They would need something to do; he had the perfect job.
"Oi! Oliver, come 'ere!" Fred called. They were in the middle of a field with brooms in their hands.
Oliver went to them, immediately noticing the field change once he'd jumped over the wall. It wasn't an ordinary field. It was a Quidditch pitch. He smiled and raced over to them. They were accompanied by their friend Lee Jordan and several other guys he didn't know.
"Hey," Oliver said as he stopped in front of them.
"We've got enough for a match. You in?" George smiled.
"Of course! Where'd you get the brooms?" Oliver asked, looking at all of the guys.
"Don't know. We just found 'em here," One boy said with a French accent.
"Who are you lot?" Oliver asked.
They all introduced themselves as Bijou's many cousins, all from her father's side. They made two teams out of the twelve boys. Oliver made the Quaffle shoot straight up in the air, his team caught it and the game was on.
Bijou sat by a window, watching her cousins, the Weasley twins, Oliver and another boy play Quidditch. Her head had begun hurting an hour ago, when her aunts had begun pulling at her hair, straightening her loose curls and forcing her hair into styles on her head, all of which she had disliked.
Her aunts had given up. They tossed their brushes onto the bed and sulked off. The left Mrs. Wood and Bijou in the room. Mrs. Wood began speaking, "How did you envision your hair?"
"I just want it to be the same. Only pulled back a little bit. Nothing drastic," Bijou said.
Mrs. Wood pulled out her want, reversed the straightening solution Bijou's aunts had used, and began playing with her hair. After ten minutes, and no pain, Bijou finally had the hairstyle she had wanted.
Bijou looked at it in the mirrors, it was perfect, "Thank you."
"It's nothing. Your aunts don't know what they're doing," Mrs. Wood shrugged.
Bijou hugged her and took out the Sapphire brooches holding her hair up. "Wow, my father bought all of this?"
"Yes, I helped of course. He mentioned that your mother had given you a Sapphire necklace when your were a baby. He said it had gotten misplaced somewhere in the manor. I found it, and took it upon myself to restore it. As a gesture of friendship between you and I. You must understand that Oliver is my only child. I'm sure you're a great person, but he's my baby. I'm losing him, and now he's growing up, getting married, and having a baby. So you must forgive me for being rude." Mrs. Wood apologized.
"I understand. It's been hard on everyone, Mrs. Wood. I forgive you," Bijou smiled.
Mrs. Wood smiled, she looked as though she wanted to hug Bijou, but didn't. She regained her composure and spoke again, "Now that we've got everything set. Go enjoy being a kid for a little while. Ok?"
Bijou smiled and went in search of her female cousins.
The boys had finished their match, Oliver's team had creamed the other. "You are pretty good," one of the boys said.
"Thanks," Oliver smiled.
"'Ey, 'ave any of you seen the bloke that knocked up Bijou yet?" the oldest, by the looks of it, asked.
Bijou's cousins all shook their heads. Oliver looked at Fred, George, and Lee; all of them shook their heads as well. "Why are you looking for him?" Lee asked.
"We've got a score to settle. No man should have touched her like that," The boy replied.
"Her mother was British, that's why she didn't go to Beauxbatons, like us. We could have stopped her getting pregnant if she had," another smiled.
"Nope, we haven't seen him," Oliver said quickly.
They're going to kill me. Skin me alive probably. Note to self: don't touch Bijou when around them, Oliver thought.
The group of boys walked back to the house. They had left their Quidditch equipment back at the pitch, which now looked like a field again. He saw a group of girls walking towards them. Most of the girls had dark blond or light brown hair. Only Bijou, who was in the middle of the group, had auburn hair.
They stopped before the boys, all smiling and laughing. Bijou went up to hug Oliver, but he pushed her away. He shook his head lightly, but Bijou didn't seem to get his hint. Before he could explain, she looked at him, her eyes showing the pain she was feeling.
"Vhat da hell?" one of her female cousins shouted.
"Yea, vhat is wrong vith you?" another yelled.
"If you are to be her 'uzband, zen vhy von't you hug her?" yet another girl shouted at him.
Oliver's eyes widened, they'd just blown it. He was going to get murdered by her guy cousins, and then beaten by her girl cousins.
"So you're the bloke who knocked Bijou up?" the oldest of her male cousins laughed.
"Yes, I'm Bijou's fiancé. I didn't hug her because they," Oliver pointed at the group of boys to his left, "said they were going to beat the shit out of me! I'm sorry Bijou. I'm sorry that I don't want to be at our wedding all bloodied up and with black eyes."
Bijou portrayed an emotion he hadn't expected. She had started laughing. "They were going to hurt you?!"
Oliver was taken aback. He didn't know what to do or say, "Yes...?"
"They couldn't hurt a fly! You had nothing to worry about, Oliver." Bijou laughed and attempted to hug him again. This time, he let her.
Once he let go of her, one of her cousins pushed her, "'e vasn't supposed to know that! Ve vere going to scare him out of it!"
"Tristan, get over it," Bijou snapped.
Bijou took Oliver's hand and they all went inside for dinner.
The next morning, the rest of the Wood family arrived. Oliver had as many cousins as Bijou had, maybe more. The entire total of people to be present at the wedding had mounted, many people from their wizarding community had come to celebrate. As well as Bijou's father's family, which was about one hundred people. Oliver's family, from both sides, was about 150 people, plus the fifty students from Hogwarts.
Bijou watched as her backyard turned into a party type setting. 300 chairs were set up for the wedding, the gardeners had enchanted the trees to let rose petals float over the wedding. She smiled, everything was working out.
Mrs. Wood did her hair, and helped her put her shoes on. She was glad that they'd finally stopped feuding. She began thinking about her mother. This brought tears to her eyes. My mother will never get to see me, she'll never help me, Bijou thought. She was wearing her mother's dress and her mother didn't even get to see her in it.
The painting on the wall, that didn't move, of her mother stared back at her. The painting mother smiled and stared straight ahead. She missed her mother, and her mother wasn't going to be able to enjoy the wedding. She wouldn't get to look at her mother as she walked down the aisle.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Wood asked.
"My mother's not able to be here!" Bijou wailed.
Several of Bijou's cousins, all in their blue bride's maids dressed, came into the room. "Vhat is vrong, ma chère?"
They rubbed Bijou's back, trying to comfort their cousin. "How can ve get her to calm down?"
Mrs. Wood smiled and walked out of the room.
Oliver stood in front of a mirror. He admired the work the tailor had done with them. They fit perfect. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is it. You're going to be married within the hour, no going back now. He thought with a smile.
A knock came on the door and he opened it to find his mother standing there. Her dress looked wonderful on her. When had she gotten a nice dress?
"We need your help," she said.
"What's wrong? Is Bijou ok?" Oliver asked, now panicked.
"She's just upset. No one can get her to calm down. Her father is off helping his grandmother to get here. So he can't help, and unless you want to get married, I'd help," Mrs. Wood said rather calmly.
"Sure, take me to her," Oliver followed his mother.
Once outside of Bijou's room, Mrs. Wood put a charm on his eyes. They were open, but all he could see was darkness. He tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Bijou, love, open the door. It's me," he called to her.
He heard the door unlock and he felt himself being pulled into the room by unknown hands.
"Can you even see me?" Bijou said between sobs.
"No, why?" Oliver asked groping the pole of her four-poster bed.
"I don't want you to see me like this," Bijou said.
Oliver felt something hard hit him, he felt Bijou clasped around him. He hugged her back and kissed the crown of her head. He could hear her muffled sobs and began soothingly rubbing her back.
"It'll be ok. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Oliver pleaded with her.
"My mother isn't here to watch me go down the aisle in her dress!" Bijou sobbed.
"She is though, she's inside of you and is watching over you! She is keeping an eye out for you and will be walking with you down the aisle," Oliver soothed.
"Are you sure?" Bijou looked up at him, her face tear stained, he couldn't see her, but looking at him made her feel better.
"I promise," Oliver said.
Bijou leaned up and kissed him, "We're going to be married in an hour."
Oliver smiled and nodded.
The guests had assembled in their seats, having been ushered by several Oliver and Bijou's cousins.
Oliver had asked Fred, George, and his cousin, Allyn, to be his groom's men. He had asked his closest friend, Reid, to be his best man. They all stood by him now, all in dress robes similar to his. He was nervous now. His heart beating heavily in his chest. The wind had picked up lightly, whether it was because of magic or the weather, Oliver wasn't sure. It made the rose petals drop from the trees and sweep across the wedding precession that had just begun.
There was no need to a flower girl, but Bijou's youngest cousin, Yvonne, walked in front of bride's maids. Her baby blue dress dragged lightly behind her as she went.
Bijou was nervous to the point she thought she might vomit. She took several deep breaths, waiting for her father. He came holding a small, wooden box in his hands. He smiled and held it out in front of him.
"This was your mother's also, she had always wanted you to have it. Now it's yours," he opened the wooden box, revealing a tiara with pearls and diamonds adorning it.
She pulled it out carefully and inspected it. The diamonds surrounding the pearls like flowers. She looked at her father thankfully, "Merci beaucoup, Papa!"
He hugged his daughter and took the tiara from her. He gently placed it on her head. It looked as beautiful on her as it had her mother. He smiled and hugged her again.
Bijou watched her bride's maids, Juliette, Anouk, and Charlotte, and her maid of honor, her cousin, Daphné, begin to walk down the aisle. They looked gorgeous in their blue bride's maids' dresses. They looked stunning, all of the boys' eyes were on them. That is, until she stepped out.
Oliver waited, the knot in his stomach clenching. He still didn't see her. He realized that he'd never really been this nervous. Not even the first time he'd had sex. Nor the first time he'd played Quidditch. That scared him.
Then he saw her, she looked radiant and beautiful. She walked elegantly toward him. She seemed to float down the aisle toward him.
Merlin, she's beautiful, he thought.
Bijou smiled as she was escorted by her father. Everyone was looking at her. All smiling and nodding as she passed them. She was no longer nervous. Seeing Oliver at the end of the aisle, smiling back at her. She felt comforted, as if her mother were there, helping her along the way.
This is it, she thought.
The vows had begun, "Do you Oliver Edward Wood take Bijou Aurélie Sauveterre to be your lawfully wedded wife...?"
The minister droned on as Oliver looked into Bijou's eyes. He held her hands in his, smiling at her. She was radiating beauty, she just looked gorgeous as he'd thought she would. There was no sign of the event that took place earlier that morning, just her smiling face, looking at his.
"I do," he smiled. His thumb grazed her ring finger and he felt the engagement ring he'd bought for her.
"And do you Bijou Aurélie Sauveterre take Oliver Edward Wood to be your lawfully wedded husband...?" he continued.
Bijou felt like she could fly. Her dreams were coming true. She was marrying the man she'd always fancied. They were going to have the perfect life together. She knew they would. And with their baby on the way, everything was timed just right.
"I do," she smiled. She mouthed the words, 'I love you' to him, which he mouthed back.
"I now declare you bonded for life," the minister's wand shot sparks around the couple. Oliver gently kissed her lips, now they were supposed to kiss whenever. This is going to be great,Oliver thought.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please stand." The minister said.
Oliver escorted Bijou to the ballroom, where the reception was to be held. They were followed by everyone who attended the wedding, even a few who just came to congratulate the couple.
Everyone gathered around the couple, smiling and congratulating them. After everyone had left them alone, Bijou was then dragged off by Oliver's mother to meet his family. They all smiled at her and welcomed her into their family.
After meeting about one hundred of Oliver's relatives, Bijou met someone people that struck her as odd.
"This is our dear Uncle Samson and Aunt Maurene. Their daughter Cora and son Lewis," Lewis gave her a once over, making her feel uncomfortable, as Samson, Maurene and Cora congratulated her
"Why did you marry Oliver? If you wanted a real Scot, you shoulda contacted me!" Lewis winked at her.
"Lewis, she got a real Scot, we don't even know where you came from," Cora laughed.
"And over here we have—" Mrs. Wood began.
"Mum, leave her alone. Can I please be with her for more than five seconds?" Oliver laughed and saved Bijou.
"Thank you," She laughed with relief.
"No problem, love. My mum doesn't know when to shut up," Oliver smiled, taking her hand in his.
Bijou smiled, "I'm glad everything is working out. But..."
"But?" Oliver asked when she didn't continue.
"But it's your turn to be tortured. You get to meet my family," Bijou shot him a mischievous glance and began dragging a protesting Oliver to where her cousins were talking.
"Everyone, this is Oliver Wood, my husband. Oliver this is: Amélie, Rosalie, Raphael, Maëlys, Lucrece, Natalie, Rosette, Bernard, Rachel, Oriane, Léon, François, Dion, Albert, Cesaire, Renaud, Clarice, Sandrine, Madeline, Roselle, Marc, Hector, Didier, Marin, and Tierney." Bijou had named the small group, most of the guys she'd mentioned had played Quidditch with him, Fred, George, and Lee.
"Nice to meet you all," Oliver smiled. He took a deep breath as Bijou dragged him to another couple of tables, introducing him to her aunts and uncles.
"And this," they'd come up to an elderly woman, her gray hair pulled into a bun, "is ma grandmère Blandine. She's almost as old as Professor Dumbledore. She once said they had a romance while they were in school."
"I'm Oliver Wood. It's nice to meet you, Madame," Oliver said loudly.
The old woman looked up at him, her eyes were graying over slightly, "I'm going blind not deaf, young man. Bijou, who is this man?"
Bijou giggled, "Grandmère, this is my husband."
"This is the lad you married? How old are you again, Bijou? Can't be much older than Dion," Blandine said.
"Yes, we're married, this is our wedding. I'm seventeen. And Dion is fifteen!" Bijou smiled.
"He's a good looking bloke, Bijou. Hold on to him tight," Blandine seemed to think about something, "How old are you Oliver?"
"I'm seventeen, Madame," Oliver said.
"Why the bloody hell are you two getting married? You haven't graduated yet!" Blandine shouted.
"Grandmère, I got pregnant," Bijou said trying not to laugh.
"Bijou Aurélie Sauveterre! What would your mother say if she were alive?" Blandine scolded.
"Bijou, my mum is beckoning me to her," Oliver said hastily.
"Sure, go ahead." Bijou smiled.
Once Oliver left, Blandine motioned for Bijou to come closer. "Was he good?"
Bijou blushed, "Very."
"Good girl," Blandine smiled and patted her granddaughter's hand.
"He's charming, is he not?" Bijou said, watching Oliver dance with his five-year-old cousin, Heather.
"He's damn right sexy, that one," Blandine laughed.
"Grandmère! Sometimes I wonder if you really are 137 years old!" Bijou laughed.
"I'm sorry for noticing a good looking bloke and then expressing my opinion of him," Blandine smiled.
"Grandmère, it was lovely talking to you, but I think it's my turn to dance with my Papa," Bijou kissed her cheek and left.
"Papa! Come dance with me!" Bijou called to her father. He obliged with a smile.
After a few minutes, Oliver tapped Monsieur Sauveterre on the shoulder, "Pardon, may I cut in?"
"Certainly, Oliver," Monsieur Sauveterre kissed his daughter's cheek, bowed and walked off the dance floor.
"We've been married about three hours now. Feel any different?" Oliver asked, his hand pulling her closer to him.
"Not really, you?" Bijou smiled and began playing with his soft, brown hair.
"I'm feeling exhausted. All this marriage stuff definitely takes a lot out of someone. Even I didn't know I was related to that many people!" Oliver laughed.
Bijou laughed, "Really?"
"Yea, it's frightening!" Oliver smiled as he swung Bijou around the dance floor.
"I'm sorry we can't get to celebrate our wedding night like other couples," Bijou said, her eyes full of sorrow.
"Who says we can't?" Oliver asked, a mischievous smile crossing his face.
"We couldn't! Not with the baby..." Bijou protested.
"Don't worry, love. We won't hurt her," Oliver kissed her cheek chastely.
"Oliver!" Bijou playfully hit his chest.
Oliver winked at her.
The dinner, that was more like a late lunch, had gone surprisingly well. The students had to leave to get back to Hogwarts, but it was for the best. Bijou had taken off her dress, hung it up, taken off her tiara, put it back in it's case, and removed the sapphire brooches from her hair.
Oliver knocked on the door. She rushed to open it. She smiled at him, quickly looked around, before pulling him into her room. His eyes betrayed his surprise, but the bulge just below his belt betrayed his extreme liking.
Bijou pressed herself against him, pressing her lips hard against his. His arms found their way around her body, his hands pulling her closer to him. Her arms snaked around his neck lovingly.
"I want you," Oliver breathed, pulling away from her.
"Then take me," Bijou bit her lip and kissed him further.
Half an hour later, they both were breathing heavily. They were in Bijou's bed, naked, lying in each other's arms. Oliver felt Bijou shifts and rests her head on his bare chest.
"That was..." He couldn't finish without wanting more.
"Amazing," Bijou finished. She planted a feather light kiss on his chest.
"I agree," Oliver smiled and stroked her hair.
"Let's do it again sometime," Bijou smiled coyly.
Oliver let out a moan as he thought about it. Bijou giggled and got up. He watched her as she searched for her clothes.
A knock came at the door, "Shit!" Oliver hissed.
"Oliver? Are you in there?" Mr. Wood asked from behind the door.
Oliver pulled his boxers and trousers on at the same time, he couldn't find his shirt, and his father was getting impatient. Oliver opened the door, his bare chest exposed, "Yea?"
"What are you doing in there?" Mr. Wood asked, trying to see around Oliver.
"Nothing," Oliver lied.
"That's a lie. Bijou's in there, too, isn't she?" Mr. Wood smiled. He knew what his son was doing in the room. Any father would.
"Yes. We..." Oliver couldn't say it.
"Had sex?" Mr. Wood smiled again.
"Yea," Oliver looked down at his feet.
"I won't tell your mother, be good. And you both are needed to get back to Hogwarts immediately." Mr. Wood said as he walked down the hallway.
Oliver closed the door, sighed with relief, and watched Bijou pull a shirt down over her head.
"That's very sexy, you know." Oliver smiled.
"Why do you think I'm doing it?" Bijou winked at him.
Bijou and Oliver walked up to the common room together. Bijou was going to stay with him that night; no one could stop them.
Everyone watched as they climbed the stairs together, everyone knew they were sleeping together. There had to be a reason as to why fifty students had left Hogwarts for the weekend.
"Think they know?" Bijou asked sarcastically.
"Not at all," Oliver smiled and put his arm around her, kissing her temple softly.
A/N: So this is the end of my longest chapter ever!! Yay!!! If any of the French is wrong, sorry! My French is a bit rusty. So yea! 4000 + words! Woot!!!!!