Ch.4- Vow, Promises, and Swears: Part 1

"Oliver." Harry walked into one of the compartments ont he Hogwarts express, followed closely by Hermione. They paused seeing Victoria and Oliver in very heavy lip-lockage. Hearing his name being called Oliver pulled away, seeing Harry and Hermione they both straightened themselves out. Vicky blushed but held onto Oliver's hand.
"We heard the news." Hermione said, walking in, followed by Harry. "So Oliver finally got you a ring?" Hermione said, sitting down next to Victoria. Vicky stared at the beautiful diamond.
"Even if he didn't, it wouldn't change a thing. I'd love him if he put a napkin holder around my finger." Vicky said. Hermione grinned. Oliver looked at Harry.
"Be right back." Harry said, walking outside the compartment. "Okay guys." Harry whispered, Harry came back in followed by, Fred and George, the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team, Ron, and Cedric Diggory. They were holding a banner that said "Congratulations Oliver! On more than one victory!" In gold and red. It was obviously bewitched to sparkle. Oliver grinned and looked at Victoria, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Thankyou, so much." Oliver said. "And Harry, I have something for you." Oliver said. "Now, you may not get a chance to use this next year, but for the year after..." Oliver pulled a badge from his pocket. "Quidditch Team Captain." He said proudly, pinning it to Harry's robe. Harry grinned and Hermione gave Harry a quick hug.
"Congratulations to you too, Harry!" Hermione said.
"Well, we never would've won without you, Harry." Oliver said. Harry grinned.
"We'll give you two your privacy back now." Fred said, hurtling everyone out.
"Oh, hold on, Oliver." Vicky said, walking outside. "Cedric, I just wanted to thank you so much for being a great friend to me when I was in need." Vicky said. Cedric smiled and gave her a quick hug.
"I will get an invitation to the wedding, right?"
"Of course." Vicky smiled. She bid him good-bye and returned to Oliver. "So, tell me, what did you mean by- "He may not get a chance to use this next year." Vicky asked, discussing the captain's badge Oliver gave him.
"Nothing, just a little glimpse of the future I got. Lucky I graduated this year," Oliver said, he pulled Vicky closer to him and whispered. "There's not going to be any quidditch at Hogwarts next year due to something big. It's supposed to be a secret but..." Oliver looked back and forth, checking if the coast was clear, then looked back to Victoria. "Well, you'll find out soon enough." He grinned.
"Hey! You got me interested, now you have to tell me!" Vicky laughed.
"Let me think about it...ummm no." He grinned. Vicky pinned him to the seat. "Allright, allright, I'll tell you." Oliver said. Indeed, he did tell her. The young lovers enjoyed their train ride back to the London station, once stepping off the train hand in hand, to find both their pairs of parents waiting.

"Oh, that must be that Oliver boy Vicky told us about." Mrs.Crescent whispered to her husband. "The one that made her pull herself out of school for the rest of her 6th year." She added in a darker tone. Mr.Crescent nodded, eyeing Oliver suspicously.
"She never said they got back together." He gruffed. "But apparently it seems so." Mr.Crescent glance at his wife and stepped forward. "Victoria! Darling!" He said, walking over to his daughter and embracing her. Victoria returned the hug and pulled away.
"Father! This is Oliver Wood." Victoria said, motioning towards Oliver.
"Nice to meet you sir." Oliver said, extending his hand. Mr.Crescent shook it roughly and glanced back to Victoria.
"Well, are you ready to go home, sweetie-pie?" Mr.Crescent asked.
"Oh, um, Oliver wants me to meet his mother and father. May I please do that first?"
"Of course. We'll be waiting here." Mr.Crescent walked back over to his wife. Oliver took Victoria's hand and led her to a couple standing by the 9 3/4's sign.
"Mum! Dad!" Oliver walked over, pulling Vicky along after him.
"Oliver, sweetie! Our little Hogwarts graduate!" Mrs.Wood gave her son a tight hug and gleamed at him. "Guess what?"
"What?" Oliver asked. Mr.Wood bent down gleaming.
"The wizarding college you applied to accepted- you're goign to be the new keeper of their team!" Mr.Wood said, giving his son a pat on the back. Oliver grinned and glanced at Victoria who gave him a happy smile and mouthed 'congratulations'.
"Wow...I feel, so...on top of the world." Oliver blushed. His parents looked at him adoringly and then glanced at Victoria.
"Oh, who is this sweet young girl?" Mrs.Wood asked.
"Mum, Dad, this is Victoria Crescent." Oliver said, pulling her close. "My girlfriend." He added, with a slight warning tone in his voice. Mr.Wood's cell phone rang.
"Oh. Damn these muggle devices. Excuse me." He walked over for a second while Mrs.Wood complimented Victoria.
"My son is one fine picker!" She said, wiping her eyes. Mr.Wood came back, looking quite stressed.
"It was the muggle bank. They still don't know what happened to that 200,000 dollars that disappeared from our muggle account. They could've sworn that I drew it out, but why would I? And for what!" Mr.Wood exclaimed. Vicky furrowed her brow and glanced at Oliver and then down to the ring on her very finger. "My, that's beautiful!" Mr.Wood said, glancing at Victoria's ring. "May I see it? Where did you get this?" He asked. Victoria opened her mouth to speak when Oliver cupped his hand over her mouth.
"Dad, honestly, of course it's from her parents. Excuse us." Oliver led Victoria over to a secluded corner.
"Let me guess. You took the money from your father's muggle account in order to pay for this?" Victoria asked, holding up her hand with the ring on it. Oliver bit his lip.
"Yes, I only wanted the best for you, Vicky."
"Oliver, you know I would've been fine with anything you gave me, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble. I mean, what if this causes financial problems for your family?"
"It won't. 90% of our money is in Gringotts, that was just the muggle money." Oliver assured her. Vicky shook her head.
"Oliver..."
"Vicky, don't worry about it. My father's a major player in the stock markets, he loses money and gains money every day. I don't know why he's making such a big deal out of this. So please, promise me you won't be like my dad and make a big deal too? One of him is enough." Oliver said with a smirk. Vicky nodded. "Come on." Oliver grinned, pulling her close to him and kissing her quickly before proceeding back to his parents. As they neared, they found the Crescents talking to the Woods.
"Mother, Father..." Vicky said, pulling her parents attention to her. They turned around.
"Oh, Vicky, honey! We were just talking to Oliver's parents. You didn't tell us you got back together with Oliver."
"I was so busy, I couldn't find time to get an owl." Vicky said nonchalantly.
"Oh, I see, well we invited Mrs.Wood, Mr.Wood and Oliver to our house to eat next weekend." Mrs.Crescent smiled
"Oh, that's fabulous." Vicky said. Oliver glanced at her.
"Well, it's settled, let's go home, dear, say good-bye to Oliver." Mr.Crescent said. Vicky turned to Oliver and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Bye." She whispered into his ear before being pulled away by her parents and herded out of the station. Oliver touched his cheek and felt dizzy. He ignored his parents conversation about the bank account. All he was concentrated on now was that soon enough, he would be married to the only person he has ever loved. The only problem was telling his parents.

The next weekend rolled around quickly, Oliver and Vicky sending many owls back and forth to each other. Many concering the fact of whether or not to tell their parents about the situation.

Vicky,

You don't know how much I wish we could tell the whole world, not just Hogwarts, about our engagement, but my dad, would freak and kill me. Seriously! It's not you, it's me, he thinks I"m this immature little boy on a broomstick. He doesn't know me at all. Plus, he's going to know where you got that ring, so I'm thinking we should wait a little longer, let him cool off. How about your parents? Give Garnet my regards!

Love,
Oliver.

Oliver,

Both my parents would absolutely ground me for life if they knew. They just don't understand anything about true love. They were pretty much courted together, I think. You know my family is going to be even madder when they found out I sort of, passed on the gift to you. Then they'll go into this nonsense about how it won't last. Like I said, they don't understand. Only we do! Oh, here comes dad now! See you tommorow night!

Love,
Vicky.

The doorbell chimed highly on Saturday night, echoing through the Crescent house. Vicky perked up and ran down stairs quickly, unlocking and opening the front door.
"Mrs.Wood, Mr.Wood, Hi. Welcome." Vicky said, holding the door open. Oliver followed them in and gave Vicky a quick, hidden kiss on the lips while both sets of parents greeted each other. Vicky shut the door and followed her mother into the dining room where the plates were set. "Mother actually cooked the food, no house elf needed." Victoria said to the Wood's. They nodded delightedly and sat down. Vicky took a seat next to Oliver who sat next to his dad. Vicky's mom placed the several dishes on the table and sat next to Vicky. Mr.Crescent sat down inbetween the two mothers, completing the circle. So dinner progressed, the adults mainly chattering about adult things, while Oliver and Vicky gazed into each other's eyes and held hands under the table while playing footsie.
"Oh!" Oliver almost fell out of his seat one time.
"Gotcha!" Vicky whispered, helping him to sit straight up. Mr.Crescent stood up.
"Excuse me, bathroom break." He joked, walking away. A few minutes later, Mr.Crescent emerged from the bathroom upstairs. He walked past Vicky's room, noticing the door wide open and Garnet flying about. "Honestly, that bird could fly downstairs." Mr.Crescent said, moving to shut the door. A piece of parchment on his daughter's bed caught his eye. He picked it up and read it quickly...

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" There was a loud scream from upstairs, and Mr.Crescent came downstairs, glaring furiously at Oliver and Vicky. "VICTORIA CRESCENT!" He yelled. Mrs.Crescent looked perplexed.
"Honey, calm down...what's going on?" Mrs.Crescent, asked, embarrased.
"Oh no...one of your letters." Vicky said softly. Oliver looked at her, the worst had just occured. "Father..."
"Don't 'father' me! I didn't raise you to go off sleeping with your boyfriends before you married, and then getting engaged!" Mr.Crescent roared. "Not only is it immoral young lady- UNDER OUR CIRCUMSTANCES, you've just passed something vital on to Oliver!"
"I know, Father, I know!" Vicky protested. Mr. and Mrs. Wood looked at each other.
"Oliver, you two slept together?" Mrs.Wood asked. "I can't beleive you, you're only 17!"
"18, mum!" Oliver corrected.
"What did she pass onto you? Oh god, don't tell me- AIDS?" Mrs.Wood asked frightfully.
"Nohing close to that, mum!" Oliver protested. Mr.Crescent was still barking angrily. Oliver stood up on his chair. "Allright! Everyone, why don't we all just calm down?" He suggested.
"Oliver's right. You all need to calm down. This isn't as big a deal as it sounds." Victoria said, innocently, glancing around the table. Her mother looked petrified and Mrs.Wood was shaking her head slowly. "Yes, me and Oliver did... sle- make love to each other." Vicky said bravely. Mrs.Crescent shuddered and fell out of her seat. "But it's because we love each other and we were meant for each other, and it's like our destiny or something. Can't you all understand true love? We're going to get married. So there's nothing you have to worry about. It would've happened sooner or later." Vicky said, patiently and calmly. Oliver admired how well she handled that. The parents of course didn't.
"Vicky, you don't know what you're saying! You're my innocent little flower!" Mr.Crescent said. Vicky shook her head.
'"I'm turning 18 in a month, dad. I'm not little anymore. Me and Oliver have decided."
"I can't beleive this." Mrs.Wood muttered. "Oliver, I don't beleive it. You ended up like your father after all, a stupid boy who fantasizes and sleeps around with whores!" Mrs.Wood said shockingly. Oliver dropped his jaw.
"She is NOT A WHORE!" He yelled. Vicky looked down sadly, not wanting to look at the Wood's. "Mum, take that back right now, or I will never talk to you again!" Oliver demanded.
"How dare you call my daughter a whore! It was obviously your boy who pressured her into it! Vicky, honey, we can take this to the courts, you can testify it as rape, he'll never bother you again." Mr.Crescent said calmly. Vicky looked at him, shocked.
"Stop it! I mean not testifying anything against Oliver, because that'd be a lie. This wasn't any strange temptation or rush of hormones, we're IN LOVE. We asked each other if we ready for this, and we both said we were!"
"You THOUGHT you were at the time. Baby doll, you don't know what you're getting yourself into." Mr.Crescent protested. He looked down at her finger. "Give him back the ring."
"Whoa whoa whoa." Mr.Wood stood up. "Oliver, you gave her that ring?"
"Yes." Oliver said, looking his dad in the eye.
"Where did you get the money for it?"
"I'll admit I got it from the family's muggle bank account. That's the only wrong I'll admit to though, because we did no other crime! Vicky deserves that ring and everything I did to get it, and more!"
"Exactly, my daughter's too good for you!" Mr.Crescent boomed.
"Your daughter too good for MY son?" Mrs.Wood repeated. "I don't think so. Oliver doesn't need some crackpot french whore!"
"We're ITALIAN YOU IDIOT!" Mr.Crescent yelled.
"Fine!" Mrs.Wood yelled, grabbing Oliver's hand. "THAT'S IT." She took Vicky's hand yanking the ring off and clutching it tightly in her fist. "No more! THERE IS NOT GOING TO BE A WEDDING FOR YOU TWO EVER!" She said, dragging Oliver towards the door.
"I love you Vicky!" Oliver yelled, trying to fight off his mom, but then his dad followed also pulling Oliver out. Vicky ran forward towards him but her dad seized her by the wrist.
"I love you too! They can't stop us!" Vicky called out as the door slammed. She sank into her chair, breathing heavily. Her mother was still passed out on the floor and she didn't even want to look her furious father in the eye.
"Now young lady, we are going to have a long talk." Mr.Crescent said.