A/N: Hey! I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed! I love getting reviews, and really appreciate the reviewers of this story! Speaking of reviews, please go check out my new Oliver Wood story- Crazy. (http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=898317) A lot of people mentioned that Vicky was a Mary-Jane, and well she is, I'll admit that, but I wrote Crazy to be completely different, the girl is anything but Mary-Jane and it's not exactly love at first sight! Please r/r that story, and tell me what you think of this, too!
It all started out as just a little romantic Oliver story... 3. And now after like what, months? It is finished!
Ch.4- Vows, Promises, and Swears: Part 2
"Now, Oliver, your mother told me that you're having some obedience problems at home... and that you're not talking, and you won't even play quidditch with your friends, and acting extremely out of character. Would you like to tell me why you are doing this?" The man peered over his thick square shaped glasses at Oliver.
"Humph." Oliver crossed his arms like a stubborn child and stared at the floor.
"Oliver, you're torturing your mother, and now look at where you are. This is what it's all come down to. Visiting a psychiatrist will go on your record, you know that."
"To be honest, Mr. Thomas, I don't really care." Oliver said blandly.
"Oliver, this is not a time to procrastinate. You're going to go to Puddlemere University soon, and play on their team, and-"
"I don't know if I want to anymore."
"Oliver! Enough of this nonsense!" Mr. Thomas stood up and paced the floor. "You need to sort out your priorities. You have a great chance to play for a great college quidditch team, and you could be successful, but you need to drop this teenage fantasy in your head, because you are a man now, and there's no time for that."
"Teenage fantasy!?" Oliver repeated. "Well, maybe that's the problem with everyone. Love, Faith, Truth, everything pure that people used to believe in, has just washed away into some childish dream because people didn't have enough time for it, and all they cared about was becoming rich, and famous, and having luxuries! I did my History of Magic homework, Mr. Thomas, and there was a time when wizards didn't need superficial objects, but now we're just as technological as muggles!"
"Oliver..." Mr. Thomas shook his head. "Save it for the debate team." He got up and paced around the room a few times. "Oliver, you don't understand... I think this session is over."
"No, Mr. Thomas you don't understand." Oliver muttered, standing up and walking to the door. "Tell Dean I said 'Hi'." Oliver added quickly before walking out.
Mrs. Wood sat in the waiting room, holding a tissue to her nose and blowing into it. She quickly removed it and tossed it into a nearby trash can when her son walked in. Her son walked right past and towards the exit. Mrs. Wood stood up abruptly.
"Isn't... Isn't Doctor Thomas going to come out and give me the evaluation?" She said out loud, and to no one in particular.
"I thought you knew... he gave up on that." Oliver simply stated, opening the door and walking outside. He used his wand to unlock the car door and got inside, putting on his seat belt and waiting quietly like a little child for his mother. After about 10 minutes, probably in which his mother spent discussing his 'issues' to Doctor Thomas, she came out and hurriedly got in the front seat.
"You'll be happy to know, young man, that you're not coming back here. Doctor Thomas apparently has given up on you."
"Great." Oliver yawned.
"Oh, don't think you're off the hook." Mrs. Wood glared. "I could always drop you off for another summer at the Crabbe's. The last time you went there before your 3rd year, you were a rampant, sarcastic, young brat. You shaped up after that."
"The Crabbes!? I only shaped up because Vincent kept trying to bite me in the ass!" Oliver protested. "I couldn't even stand up, I had to be laying down with my rump flat in a seat all day!"
"Humph." His mother smiled satanically; fully aware she had just won the battle. Oliver sighed and rested his head on the car seat as they rolled home.
"Vicky...!" The shrill whine came from none other than Victoria's best friend, and neighbor, Sophie.
"I'm not going. I can't leave the house anyway, I'm grounded for life." Vicky muttered, plopping down on her bed.
"No. You can't leave to go see Oliver. Your dad would certainly let you come to the movies with Vin and me." She looped her arm around her boyfriend, and Vicky's other best friend, Vin. Both Vin and Sophie were muggles, and didn't know about the Crescent's real lives. They assumed Vicky attended a private school, and Oliver Wood was some jock she met there. But he was certainly, surely more than just 'some jock'.
"Well, I don't want to be a third wheel..."
"Well, we could find somebody or you!"
"Yeah!" Vin agreed. "What about Phineas?" He asked Sophie.
"Oh, no you don't! I've seen him in your yearbook!" Vicky growled.
"Well, give him a chance, he's a nice guy. Very athletic."
"He's. Not. Oliver." Vicky gruphed, flipping onto her stomach and placing her pillow above her head.
"Maybe there's a way... we could get Oliver!" Sophie beamed, on the brink of a genius idea. "What his phone number?"
"I don't know." Vicky grumbled.
"Then how do you keep in contact?"
"Owl...iver mails me."
"Well... mail him! What's his address?"
"Um...Sophie, I appreciate this, but that's a pretty far fetched plan. Oliver lives in a whole other city, anyway. A city with their own movie theater."
"That's it! That's it then!"
"What?" Vicky asked.
"Everyone our age will be going to see Swimfan tonight, I mean, its opening night! Surely Oliver would go- we'll go to his theatre and meet him there!" Vin said estactically.
"Oh, that's never going to work." Vicky mumbled.
"Stop, being so negative! Yes it will! Yes it will!" Sophie cheered happily, dragging Vicky off her bed and pushing her towards the door. "Now go ask your dad if you can go!"
"Dad..." Vicky said quietly, walking into the study of their house.
"HMO?" Mr. Crescent gruffed.
"Can I- CanIgotothemovieswithVinandSophie?"
"I don't know. Can you?"
"May I?" Vicky corrected herself.
"With just Vin and Sophie?" Mr. Crescent said, peering over his newspaper.
"Yes Dad, just Vin and Sophie!"
"Just Vin and Sophie..." Mr. Crescent repeated, gazing over the muggle periodical.
"No, Dad, I'm going to apparate right infront of them to Oliver's house." Vicky said in a sarcastic tone.
"Don't talk like that to me."
"Sorry..." She said remorsefully. Mr. Crescent stared at his daughter for a few moments before letting out a cheerful and easy,
"Sure why not."
"Really?"
"Yes. Now run along before I change my mind." He put his intent back to the Daily Prophet. Mr.Crescent could really be a decent guy... when he was way too wrapped up in something else, anyway. Victoria quickly raced back into her room, interrupting Vin and Sophie from, er, a quick snogging session.
"Oh. Sorry to mess up your sheets, Vicky." Sophie said, jumping up and quickly straightening them out. "So?"
"I can go." Vicky grinned.
"Awesome!" Vin said, jumping up from the bed and putting his arm around Sophie. "Now to simply get there..."
"Oliver... please... come out of your room." Mrs. Wood sniffled, knocking softly on the door.
"NO!"
"Oliver... you can't stay locked up there... and oh, oh, here come your friends." Mrs. Wood said as Fred and George emerged from the Wood's fireplace and marched up the stairs triumphantly.
"Leave this to us, Mrs." Fred said, rolling up his sleeves. He withdrew his wand from his inner robes.
"It won't do any good." Mrs. Wood cut in. "He's placed a very strong locking charm on the door..."
"Well. Then we'll have to do it the hard way. Why bother with locks?" Both boys drew their beater bats out of their robes. "You might want to stand back, Mrs. Wood." George raised his bat high and- WHACK- slammed it into the door, puncturing it severely. One more swing by Fred and a genuine hole was formed.
"What the f-ck are you people doing!?" Oliver yelled from inside his room.
"Getting you out!" George yelled happily, giving the door another slam. He and Fred continued to beat the poor door until it was weak enough that they could simply rip it out of it's frame. Mrs. Wood stood on the stairway a couple feet behind them, about to faint from shock.
"I'm going to lie down..." She moaned, spinning on her heels and walking down the stairs. George and Fred quickly walked into Oliver's room side by side, blocking any means of Oliver's escape. Grabbing Oliver by his arms, they forced him to sit in a chair at his desk.
"Did my mum make you come here!?" Oliver asked snappishly.
"Actually, she owled us telling us that you were in very bad condition, mate. It was our idea to murder your door."
"Geniuses." Oliver spat sarcastically.
"Now, now, Oly, no need for that attitude." Fred said, shaking his finger at the older boy. The two-bombshell red heads stood side by side examining Oliver.
"Yes. Definitely. Mmm-hmm." George muttered. "We've got your diagnosis Oliver."
"Diagnosis." Oliver repeated, arching an eyebrow.
"You're lovesick." Fred said simply. Oliver actually almost smiled.
"You guys crack me up."
"No, really, mate. You've got bags under you eyes, your PMSing, and have you spelt yourself? How long has it been since I took a shower? And you're so thin!"
"How long has it been since I needed to take a shower, or needed to eat. There's no point anymore!" Oliver argued. He lowered his head. "I guess, I really am lovesick." He got up and plopped down on his bed with the little quidditch pattern on the comforter and staring up at the quidditch posters adorning his ceiling. "Used to be so simple... life I mean... just quidditch and grades, nothing ever really mattered to me. In fact, grades weren't even that important. It was all about quidditch... then she came." He let out a deep breath. "But I wouldn't change a thing. I love her. I'm in love her."
"I need to retch, excuse me." Fred said, moving towards the exit. He stopped and spun around to face Oliver. "Just kidding!"
"I know." Oliver said depressively.
"Oly, you need to get out... how about, how about you take us to one of these muggle 'movies' your always going on about?"
"I'm not really in the mood you two..."
"Please!" George begged. "We can even invite Angelina, Katie, and Alicia!"
"I don't want to be set up with Katie again, god dammit!" Oliver said angrily. "That'd be the umpteenth time I've been forced to go somewhere with her! I can't go out with anyone but Victoria! It's like a curse!"
"Fine, we'll just invite Angelina and Alicia!" Fred grinned.
"No, Fred." George crossed his arms. "Guys night out. You can do something with Angelina any old time you please. Come on, Oliver, get off your lazy arse."
"Bloody Hell." Oliver muttered, getting pulled up by both boys.
"You're taking us to the movies!" George proclaimed.
"George, do you know how gay that sounded?"
"Hmm. Oh, stop being so immature Fred! It's not like we're having an orgy! Just going out on the town, see a muggle movie, maybe smoke a few fags." George said, pulling Oliver down the hallway and shoving him into the shower room.
"Now, get that shit out of your hair, mate." Fred grinned, shutting the door.
"Mum." Oliver muttered, announcing he was coming into the room. He heard some murmuring from the living room and looked at the twins behind him. "Wait here." He stepped forward, descending the stairs. "I'm going to go to the movies!" He yelled. The murmurs, or maybe the correct term is moans, didn't cease. "In order to go to the movies, I have to go to the front door! To get to the front door, I have to go through the living room!" Oliver yelled. He stepped into the room and shielded his eyes as his dad hopped off the couch (and his mom) and began to button up his shirt. Obviously, they had not taken the hint. It made Oliver sick... they lecture him about how pointless love is and then everytime he turns his back they went off for a snog.
"That's great honey! I'm so glad you're getting out!" Mrs. Wood said, obviously in lighter spirits. She looked at the twins, who had been spying on Oliver's parents the whole time, much to Oliver's dislike. The twins were wearing their letter sweaters that Mrs. Weasley knit and khaki pants, and their hair was combed in the usual way. Oliver had the decency to shampoo his hair and he had slicked his wet hair forward in some-what resembling a Caesar do'. He wore a red sweater over a white shirt and dark denim pants.
"Right then, come on." Oliver said in an exasperated tone, motioning to the twins. "Bye Mum. Bye Dad." He called without looking back as the three boys left.
"Thanks for giving us a ride, Cedric." Victoria said, stepping out of the car after her friends. While Vin and Sophie went ahead to get tickets, Vicky lingered back with her friend. "I didn't know you owned a car. I mean, your father working for the ministry and all..."
"Yes, they do let us use their enchanted vechiles, but before I went to Hogwarts I knew that muggle cars were just fascinating. When I was old enough I took muggle driving lessons and then last summer bought this baby." He patted the expensive red corvette. "Have fun, Vicky. For yourself, not anyone else." He gave her a supportive smile and drove off. Vicky walked over towards her friends in line for the movie. She was wearing a simple black lace corset styled top and black leather pants, her black hair fell straight down her back behind her and she had on matching black leather boots.
"When I said, go out on the time and have fun, I didn't think it'd be capable in those pants." Sophie giggled softly, wrapping an arm around Vin and eyeing Vicky's leather pants.
"Oh, do you think they're too tight? They don't squeak when I walk do they?"
"No, but I think every guy here, except my Vinnie of course, is somehow attracted to your ass."
"That wasn't my intent." Vicky blushed, hoping her long dark hair was long enough.
"Kidding. You look great. Oh, it's our turn!" Sophie handed the box office attendant money for 3 tickets to Swimfan and then the three walked inside.
"You go save us seats Vicky, Vin and I will buy snacks." Sophie suggested, her short blonde hair bouncing as she spun on her heels leading Vin, the tall dark handsome boyfriend with her. Vicky couldn't help but smile at the two. But seeing them so happy together reminded her of how happy she was with Oliver. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind before she walked into the theatre now seating for Swimfan.
"Allright, you two just go inside and get good seats and leave the snacks to me, okay?" Oliver said, handing them their tickets. "Hang onto these." He directed. The twins nodded excitedly and went into the theatre. Oliver turned around and headed over to the snack bar, getting in line behind a short blonde and a tall tan man. Obviously, they were a couple; you could see the icky gooey-ness all over their faces. "Damn them and their happiness." Oliver muttered, shoving his hands inside his pockets. The girl turned around sharply.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She was obviously struggling not to glower at him.
"Nope. Nothing." Oliver said in mock cheerfulness.
"You know, instead of sulking around, you should lighten up and have some fun." Sophie said, looking him up and down.
"How do you know I'm not having fun right now?"
"As if it isn't obvious!" Sophie laughed. Now, Vin's attention had been caught and he turned around as well.
"Everything okay, Soph?" Vin asked, looking down at her concerned. Vin was pretty tall. About 5 inches taller than Oliver.
"Everything's fine. But you know me, Vin, I have to butt into other people's business." She grinned up at him.
"Yea, but that's a good thing. How else would we have dragged Vicky down here?" Vin laughed. Oliver's ears perked up and he looked back and forth between to the two. No, there was no way; there are tons of people named Victoria in Britain. I mean- there was a Queen Victoria, wasn't there?
"Oh my gosh!" Sophie said, looking at Oliver. "Vin!" She pulled her boyfriend down to whisper into his ear. "I just had to the best idea!" She whispered her idea to him...
"I don't know Soph... Vicky doesn't like getting hooked up and he seems like a grumpy ass."
"Vin! Don't you know the saying? Two wrongs make a right? Well, it's wrong for two people to be unhappy on such a great Friday night." She eyed Oliver. "I'm going to introduce him to her." Vin shrugged and stood up straight, moving forward with the line. Sophie turned back to Oliver. "You here by yourself?"
"Actually, no. I'm here with two friends."
"Well, that's okay, I'm sure you'll feel like a third wheel anyhow. I think it'd do you good to meet our friend-"
"No. No thanks. I happen to hate being hooked up." Oliver replied. With that, he shut them out of conversation by turning around and taking sudden interest in a decor plant.
"Would the view by better from the top or the bottom, though?" Fred asked George, standing the aisle of the theatre.
"If we're at the top, it'd be easier to throw food at people..." He muttered. The twins exchanged a knowing glance and scurried to the top. "Drat! It's taken!" He pointed at a figure; it was so dark they couldn't make out very well, but someone sitting directly in the middle of the top row. Fred squinted hard taking a few steps forward. A grin broke out on his face.
"George! It's a girl!" He grinned evilly. George's face broke out into the same evil grin as well. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Ask her if we can sit near her and then make sure Oliver sits right next to her?"
"Exactly. Brilliant isn't it?" Fred grinned. He nudged George ahead and they approached the girl.
"Excuse me..." George called her attention and could barely tell in the dark as she turned towards him. "Are these seats taken?" He pointed to the seats to the right of her.
"No." Vicky shook her head at the two dark figures standing before her. They smiled and sat down one seat away from her.
"Are you here with anyone!?" Fred asked. Vicky arched an eyebrow at their question, but they probably didn't notice her confused face.
"Yes. Two friends."
"Really? Do you have a boyfriend!?" George whispered.
"I don't think it's any of your business." Vicky replied. She thought of Oliver for a moment, "Yes."
"Is he here with you!?"
"No." Vicky was getting tired, and fast of these two goons.
"Do you want to meet our friend!?"
"Not really!" Vicky practically shouted, glaring at them.
"Vicky!" Sophie's voice echoed through the theatre as she slowly hobbled her way over. Obviously, behind her Vin was dragging someone towards them. Vicky eyed the figure of her friend curiously.
"Sophie... what's going on?"
"Agh! Let go of me!" Oliver said, yanking away from Vin's grasp.
"There's our friend now!" George said, crossing over and pulling Oliver infront of Vicky.
"Vicky, we found you a date!" Sophie giggled.
"Wha!?" Vicky blinked and looked at the figure infront of her. "I'm sorry, but I really don't like being set-up, so if you'll just excuse me..." She rose from her seat.
"That's okay, I don't like being set up either." Oliver said, turning away. "Come on guys." Oliver said sharply, leading them off the row.
"Sorry." Vicky said over her shoulder to the mysterious guy.
"Not your fault." Oliver said, looking over his own shoulder as she walked off the row and headed for the door. The light streamed in as the door was pushed open, illuminating her face. Oliver felt his heart slam into his chest and he nearly fell over. "Oh my god..." He looked at Fred and George. "Have I ever told you how much I hate you two!?" He shouted. The twins blinked and Oliver pushed past them, exiting the theatre from the other side and tripping into the lobby. He saw her head out the door and frantically ran after her. "VICKY!"
"What?" Vicky said in an exasperated tone, hearing someone calling her name. She spun on her heels, eyes closed in frustration. She heard a rush of footsteps slow down to a skid and approached her slowly. A warm hand on her shoulder...
Oliver kissing her for the first time... Them flying on the Quidditch Pitch together... His face after she had been hit... Them together once she had finally woken up... How devastated she had been when he had accused her... How tense she had been after saving him a second time... the relief and feeling of eternity when they kissed each other again and the night afterwards... Oliver saving her life... Oliver proposing.
The memories and feelings flashed through her briefly and eyes still closed, she shook them off. "Funny... never got visions of the past before." She muttered to herself.
"That's because this has nothing to do with seeing the future. It has to be with the love between us." Oliver said gently. Vicky pried her eyes open quickly.
"Oliver!" She hugged him quickly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up and spun her around with a huge smile before pulling her down to his lips.
"I should've just let your friends set us up after all..." He said softly.
"You mean... it was you?" Vicky said, surprised.
"It was me." He nodded pulling her close again and kissing her a second time.
"It was you. It was always you." Victoria mumbled as they broke the kiss. "You were always in my thoughts."
"You too. How long has it been?"
"About half the summer, since that horrible dinner anyway."
"Well, that's about half a summer too long." He said, leading them to a bench underneath a tree.
"Oliver... what... what are you planning on doing? What are we planning on doing?" Vicky asked, sliding into his arms as he wrapped them around her.
"I don't know. But we'll think of something, won't we? I've had a few ideas, been awfully bored this summer, but none of them seem to work. Many involve ice cubes and a stuffed buffalo, but aside from that, there's always eloping, except..."
"Except..."
"If we eloped I couldn't proclaim my love to Victoria Crescent for the entire world." He said simply, kissing her on the forehead.
"Oliver... I, I know we're young... really young... and some people don't think we've lived long enough to know anything of common sense-"
"You haven't lived till you've loved, and we both know that we're very much alive." He grinned, kissing the corner of her lips quickly.
"But Oliver, I do want to spend the rest of my life with you... I do, I do want to marry you as soon as possible... do you?"
"Of course I do." Oliver said, running his hand through her hair.
"Then why don't we? Why don't we have our wedding? We can invite our parents... and oh, it'll be exactly like we dreamed, and nothing can stop us, because we're going to get married, whether the world likes it or not."
"Wow..." Oliver smiled. "That's brilliant... god... this is why I love you so much." Oliver chuckled, kissing her again. Victoria smiled and threw her arms around his neck, grinning madly with content as they kissed. Every kiss was like a first kiss once again between them. And everything was beautiful. As long as they were together.
"So... that's Oliver?" Sophie's voice broke their embrace and Vicky turned to see both her friends standing their wide-eyed. Fred and George were present too, wide eyed and grinning like fools. Oh, and the rest of the passer-byer's and the movie go'ers also formed a crowd behind Selphie, Vin, Fred, and George.
"How long have you all been there?" Vicky asked curiously.
"Long enough." Fred exclaimed. "You're going to do it? You're going to get married?" Vicky looked to Oliver and Oliver grinned reassuringly.
"Yes! Yes we are! We're going to get married because we've found each other. Because fate found us. And nothing will ever tear us apart." Oliver said to the crowd, wrapping his arms around Victoria. "I love you."
"And I love you." She grinned. "I found you... I can't believe it... you found me..."
"It was meant to be." Oliver whispered, kissing her again. The random crowd of people watching including their dearest and closest friends erupted into cheers and claps, and in that moment, Victoria knew this was exactly how it was supposed to be.
"Honey? Honey!" Mrs. Crescent scurried down the stairs to her husband who lay asleep in the recliner in their living room, and shook him awake. "Did you fall asleep here?"
"Huh? Oh. Oh, Vicky stayed out so late... I was waiting for her... she must've gone upstairs."
"I'll go wake up her up then. She can't stay out so late that even you, Mr. Night Owl falls asleep!" Mrs. Crescent commented running back up the stairs. She walked to the white washed door of her daughter's room and knocked gently. "Vicky?" No answer. "Vicky?" Once again, no answer. "Vicky, Hun..." Mrs. Crescent put her hand on the doorknob and opened it with ease, surprised to find it unlocked. Mrs. Crescent quickly stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Her teenage daughter's bed was made perfectly and neatly, so was the fact was that her teenage daughter was not in her bed. Instead a piece of folded parchment, stamped with the official Hogwarts seal...
"Thud!" Mr.Wood placed his newspaper on the table beside him, hearing the sound of sudden thudding on the floor above him. Blinking once or twice he slowly rose from the arm-chair and proceeded up the stairs, towards his son's room where the sound had come from. "Oliver?" No answer. "Honey?" He slowly opened the door and jumped back in startlement. On the floor, fainted from shock was his wife. In her hand with a piece of parchment, stamped the official seal of Hogwarts... Carefully bending down and adjusting his wife into a more comfortable position against Oliver's bed, he took the parchment from her hand and held it up to his eyes...
Mr. And Mrs. Gregory Wood,
You are invited to the wedding reception of
Victoria Crescent
&
Oliver Wood
At Hogwarts on the Saturday evening of August 4th, at precisely 6:00.
The Hogwarts Express will be at platforms 9 and 3/4's at London Station at approximately 3:00 past noon.
No need to RSVP,
love is enough.
~
I will hold the hand thy hand,
After a kiss so tender.
I will embrace thou dearly,
After sweet love has graced.
And I will hold on to thou forever, and ever
No one else could I love so nearly.
~.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Mr.Crescent roared, snatching the letter from his wife's hands. Mrs. Crescent took deep slow breaths to calm herself down. Immediately after she was silenced she started up again.
"They plotted this." She replied simply.
"Indeed!" Mr.Crescent roared. "That girl is in for it- and that raunchy quidditch player has a thing or two coming! We're going down there Saturday, and we are going to stop this wedding!" At the exact same moment, after a distressed mother had returned to conscious that is, another parental unit planned the exact same thing.
*~Saturday, 5:25 PM~*
"Vicky...you look gorgeous." Sophie said softly, wiping her teary eyes and looking at her friend in amazement. The long silky white gown that swished as she turned and glowed the pearly iridescence. With a lacy corset tunic held up by two thing straps at her shoulders, which were entwined with sweet jasmines. A bouquet of white lilies she held in her hands, which were cloaked in smooth satin gloves and her dark hair curled straight down her back, was adorned with a reefed halo upon her head, made of the jasmines, lilies, and oleanders that signified purity, and love, and commitment. Sophie grinned as she strode to the window of the Ravenclaw room and opened it to let the gentle breeze in. A dove, as planned, flew in and gingerly nestled itself onto Victoria's shoulder. Curious, Vicky approached the window and looked down below. Standing there in the fresh summer's grass, blindfolded with black satin and a white dove on his shoulder was Oliver, grinning goofy as ever.
"Oliver?" Victoria smiled, leaning against the window. "Why on earth are you blindfolded?"
"Duh, Vicky! It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!" Sophie laughed.
"Oliver! Come now, you haven't even gotten your cummerbund on!" Vin protested, approaching the figure down below. Vin gave the girls a quick wave before dragging Oliver away. Vicky sighed and turned around to face her friend.
"I must saw, it's so romantic that you're getting married here, in this foreign castle. You never told me you knew the owner of a real castle!" Sophie exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, it was certainly nice of Albus to help us. He's a remarkably genius man. He seems to know everything." Vicky chuckled lightly. She bit her lip and frowned slightly, staring at the blue carpet designs.
"Vicky... something wrong?" Sophie asked with concern.
"Nervous. Oh, Sophie, be honest with me..." Vicky cried, leaning against the wall. "Am I young and hopeless?"
"Young and hopeless!" Sophie exclaimed. "Vicky, if you're sure you love Oliver-"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"And I'm sure he loves you, you have nothing to worry about." Sophie smiled earnestly. "Love is enough, despite what people say. Young love is one the most beautiful things in the world. I'm so happy for you. People may criticize you- young, hopeless, in love, a fool, cliché- you name it! People will say things, but it'll be okay as long as you know what you feel in your heart- and don't let what other people say stand in your way. I don't know if I've ever seen anything as romantic as when you and Oliver are together."
"I have." Vicky smiled. "I've seen it in Vin's eyes, when he looks at you. It was always there Sophie- from the day I introduced you two to each other."
"Tori!" Sophie exclaimed, calling Victoria by her childhood name and throwing her arms around her. "I'm very happy for you, I hope you know that."
"I know that, and I am happy for you too. You're my best friend Soph, what would I do without you?"
"You don't need to worry... as long as we can still keep in touch!"
"Of course! I'm still going to go to college, and we'll have so much to talk about. I promise, we'll never break our friendship. We'll grow old as best friends and our children will be best friends."
"You can count on that. And don't you worry about college, or houses and families." Sophie said, wiping her eyes. "After all, you have a friend who owns a castle!" She exclaimed in astonishment. Vicky smiled broadly and the girls shared a good warm laugh. "Now, wipe those tears, we'll have to reapply your mascara." Sophie said, laughing as she shook her head. "Pre-wedding jitters." She chuckled, reaching for the mascara.
"Wait, Sophie." Vicky took the mascara from her and put it down. She reached into her pocket and drew her hand, looking into the mirror and exclaimed 'fiximous!' as the smudges under her eyes diminished and her eye make-up was reapplied. She turned to look at her best friend. "Thought you ought to know."
"There's Wood!" Harry exclaimed, standing on his seat and waving estactically to the ex-captain. Hermione scowled.
"Harry this is a wedding, you're standing on the chairs and behaving rather immaturely for a 14 year old!"
"Don't listen to her Harry." Ron chuckled, standing up and peering over Harry's shoulder to join in the discussion with Oliver who had just approached.
"Well, Harry, wish me luck." Oliver grinned.
"Luck?" Hermione muttered from behind her two boys. She gently pushed them aside so she could speak with Oliver. "This isn't a quidditch game Oliver, you don't want luck." Hermione said sternly. The three boys simply stared unsurely. "You need love." She added with a warm smile. Oliver grinned.
"Thanks." He gave them all a quick handshake and bid them ado before continuing down the lane.
"Oliver Wood..." The three other Weasley boys stood in the front row, grinning.
"Percy." Oliver said, grinning. "I hear you got a job at the Ministry!"
"I hear you're getting married!" Percy grinned. The two boys hugged (manly style) and Oliver turned to the twins.
"According to Percy he's sworn you two not to pull anything."
"Wouldn't dream of it Oliver." Fred replied innocently. With that, the twins pranced away quickly, followed by a stern Percy.
"You know... this whole getting married in a castle thing is pretty cool." Vin said, glancing around the Great Hall, which he didn't know was the Great Hall.
"Yeah." Oliver chuckled at the muggle naiveté.
"Oliver." Albus Dumbledore strode past him, to the teacher's table, which had earlier been transformed into a single podium, with a holy book laying atop it. The four tables had been replaced by a select group of chairs, taking up only 30% of the entire room. Before the podium was a lovely wooden arch adorned with the many flowers and free flying doves that symbolized a wedding best. And of course, there were bells.
"Professor." Oliver gave the wise old man a hug.
"I could say this later, but I wouldn't want to interrupt later festivities." He winked at this comment, "I give you and Ms. Crescent, my best wishes."
"Right back at you, Professor." Oliver chuckled.
"5 minute cue Wood!" Mcgonnagal yelled, getting every hushed and into their places. "5 minute cue!" Oliver stood nervously before the podium with Vin next to him and waited as the clock counted down. He was submerged from his half conscious day dream by the pounding of piano keys to the traditional wedding anthem. His eyes slowly made their way to the Great Hall doors, which swung open as doves carrying white sashes floated out before his eyes. White rose petals were scattered across the floor as a short blonde hair pixie floated by in a white bridesmaid outfit, and took her place across from Vin. Oliver felt his breath get caught in his throat, as the raven girl slowly stepped down the aisle. The silk plumage of her long dress swept the floor and scattered rose petals delicately as she made her way forward. Behind her, a cockatoo (by the name of our favorite cockatoo, Garnet) carried the lacey long extending veil in it's beak as it fluttered after the bride. Vicky approached the arch and stood beside Oliver, smiling with content as they faced Dumbledore and he began the wedding vows.
"Do you, Victoria Crescent, take Oliver Wood to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"
"I do."
"Do you, Oliver Wood, take Victoria Crescent to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"
"I do."
"If anyone has a reason why these two young people should not be joined in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold you peace..." Dumbledore trailed off. There was an odd disturbing silence and the tension of the silence reached both Oliver and Victoria, who were praying for Dumbledore to talk again. In the audience, Mr. And Mrs. Crescent sat in agitation.
"For Merlin's sake, say something!" Mr. Crescent demanded harshly.
"I- I- I just can't!" Mrs. Crescent said, shaking her head with tears. "I can't..."
"Then I will!"
"No, no." Mrs. Crescent grasped her husband by the arm. "Do you know what I see, when I see my daughter up there, in beautiful bridal wear, looking more mature than I have looked in a long time? Do you?" There was a silence and Mr. Crescent shook his head. "I see myself. Myself on my wedding day, looking lovingly into my husband's eyes... even if my parents did not like it." Mr. Crescent heaved a great sigh. "You remember..."
"How could I forget?" Mr. Crescent shook his head, looking at his lap. "There's nothing we can do, is there?"
"Yes, there is." Mrs. Crescent whispered. "Let our daughter grow up."
The Woods, were less sympathetic. Mr. Wood stood up abruptly with Mrs. Wood clinging to his side. Dumbledore gazed at them expectantly with those knowing clear blue eyes of his.
"I- I-...." Mr. Wood racked his brain for the right words. "Oliver, you, ought to..."
"Ought to..." Mrs. Wood repeated, shaking in her heels. "Oh hell." She plopped back down into her seat, burying her face into her hands. She just couldn't do it.
"You ought to..." Mr. Wood looked at his wife who held her head in shame and then back up to his young man. "You ought to get married." With that, he stood down and a breath of relief swiped through the entire hall.
"Then I believe, you may exchange rings." Dumbledore said cheerfully. Sophie and Vin handed both Oliver and Vicky a ring and in turn, the two placed it on each other's fingers. "You know what comes next." Dumbledore said, slapping the book shut carelessly and raising his hands in the air. "I now proclaim you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"
"I love you." Vicky said, just as Oliver quickly lifted her veil and brought his lips down to hers passionately. It wasn't their first kiss, it wouldn't be their last, and maybe not even the most meaningful- but like all young people in love- each kiss is like a first, never and yet always better than the last. Summoning his broom, Oliver picked Vicky up and he mounted it in the middle of the Great Hall. Dumbledore, with the twinkle in his eye, beckoned a window open and the two young lovers flew out with god speed. A white banner attached to the end of his broom flowed in the wind- Just Married.
And Victoria Crescent and Oliver Wood lived happily ever after. The End.
(Why no major tragedy? Puh-lease, we leave all that for Harry Potter and the angsty Hermione/Draco stories!)
"I Shall Believe" - Sheryl Crow
[Come to me now
Lay your hands over me
]
A/N: Well... I'm very proud of myself. My first finished FF fiction. I've had fun writing this and all it's desperately fluffy moments. All romance was inspired (not copied, but inspired) by Roswell's Liz Parker and Max Evans. You liked this fic? You'd like them. Watch Roswell re-runs coming soon on the Sci-Fi channel!
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It all started out as just a little romantic Oliver story... 3. And now after like what, months? It is finished!
Ch.4- Vows, Promises, and Swears: Part 2
"Now, Oliver, your mother told me that you're having some obedience problems at home... and that you're not talking, and you won't even play quidditch with your friends, and acting extremely out of character. Would you like to tell me why you are doing this?" The man peered over his thick square shaped glasses at Oliver.
"Humph." Oliver crossed his arms like a stubborn child and stared at the floor.
"Oliver, you're torturing your mother, and now look at where you are. This is what it's all come down to. Visiting a psychiatrist will go on your record, you know that."
"To be honest, Mr. Thomas, I don't really care." Oliver said blandly.
"Oliver, this is not a time to procrastinate. You're going to go to Puddlemere University soon, and play on their team, and-"
"I don't know if I want to anymore."
"Oliver! Enough of this nonsense!" Mr. Thomas stood up and paced the floor. "You need to sort out your priorities. You have a great chance to play for a great college quidditch team, and you could be successful, but you need to drop this teenage fantasy in your head, because you are a man now, and there's no time for that."
"Teenage fantasy!?" Oliver repeated. "Well, maybe that's the problem with everyone. Love, Faith, Truth, everything pure that people used to believe in, has just washed away into some childish dream because people didn't have enough time for it, and all they cared about was becoming rich, and famous, and having luxuries! I did my History of Magic homework, Mr. Thomas, and there was a time when wizards didn't need superficial objects, but now we're just as technological as muggles!"
"Oliver..." Mr. Thomas shook his head. "Save it for the debate team." He got up and paced around the room a few times. "Oliver, you don't understand... I think this session is over."
"No, Mr. Thomas you don't understand." Oliver muttered, standing up and walking to the door. "Tell Dean I said 'Hi'." Oliver added quickly before walking out.
Mrs. Wood sat in the waiting room, holding a tissue to her nose and blowing into it. She quickly removed it and tossed it into a nearby trash can when her son walked in. Her son walked right past and towards the exit. Mrs. Wood stood up abruptly.
"Isn't... Isn't Doctor Thomas going to come out and give me the evaluation?" She said out loud, and to no one in particular.
"I thought you knew... he gave up on that." Oliver simply stated, opening the door and walking outside. He used his wand to unlock the car door and got inside, putting on his seat belt and waiting quietly like a little child for his mother. After about 10 minutes, probably in which his mother spent discussing his 'issues' to Doctor Thomas, she came out and hurriedly got in the front seat.
"You'll be happy to know, young man, that you're not coming back here. Doctor Thomas apparently has given up on you."
"Great." Oliver yawned.
"Oh, don't think you're off the hook." Mrs. Wood glared. "I could always drop you off for another summer at the Crabbe's. The last time you went there before your 3rd year, you were a rampant, sarcastic, young brat. You shaped up after that."
"The Crabbes!? I only shaped up because Vincent kept trying to bite me in the ass!" Oliver protested. "I couldn't even stand up, I had to be laying down with my rump flat in a seat all day!"
"Humph." His mother smiled satanically; fully aware she had just won the battle. Oliver sighed and rested his head on the car seat as they rolled home.
"Vicky...!" The shrill whine came from none other than Victoria's best friend, and neighbor, Sophie.
"I'm not going. I can't leave the house anyway, I'm grounded for life." Vicky muttered, plopping down on her bed.
"No. You can't leave to go see Oliver. Your dad would certainly let you come to the movies with Vin and me." She looped her arm around her boyfriend, and Vicky's other best friend, Vin. Both Vin and Sophie were muggles, and didn't know about the Crescent's real lives. They assumed Vicky attended a private school, and Oliver Wood was some jock she met there. But he was certainly, surely more than just 'some jock'.
"Well, I don't want to be a third wheel..."
"Well, we could find somebody or you!"
"Yeah!" Vin agreed. "What about Phineas?" He asked Sophie.
"Oh, no you don't! I've seen him in your yearbook!" Vicky growled.
"Well, give him a chance, he's a nice guy. Very athletic."
"He's. Not. Oliver." Vicky gruphed, flipping onto her stomach and placing her pillow above her head.
"Maybe there's a way... we could get Oliver!" Sophie beamed, on the brink of a genius idea. "What his phone number?"
"I don't know." Vicky grumbled.
"Then how do you keep in contact?"
"Owl...iver mails me."
"Well... mail him! What's his address?"
"Um...Sophie, I appreciate this, but that's a pretty far fetched plan. Oliver lives in a whole other city, anyway. A city with their own movie theater."
"That's it! That's it then!"
"What?" Vicky asked.
"Everyone our age will be going to see Swimfan tonight, I mean, its opening night! Surely Oliver would go- we'll go to his theatre and meet him there!" Vin said estactically.
"Oh, that's never going to work." Vicky mumbled.
"Stop, being so negative! Yes it will! Yes it will!" Sophie cheered happily, dragging Vicky off her bed and pushing her towards the door. "Now go ask your dad if you can go!"
"Dad..." Vicky said quietly, walking into the study of their house.
"HMO?" Mr. Crescent gruffed.
"Can I- CanIgotothemovieswithVinandSophie?"
"I don't know. Can you?"
"May I?" Vicky corrected herself.
"With just Vin and Sophie?" Mr. Crescent said, peering over his newspaper.
"Yes Dad, just Vin and Sophie!"
"Just Vin and Sophie..." Mr. Crescent repeated, gazing over the muggle periodical.
"No, Dad, I'm going to apparate right infront of them to Oliver's house." Vicky said in a sarcastic tone.
"Don't talk like that to me."
"Sorry..." She said remorsefully. Mr. Crescent stared at his daughter for a few moments before letting out a cheerful and easy,
"Sure why not."
"Really?"
"Yes. Now run along before I change my mind." He put his intent back to the Daily Prophet. Mr.Crescent could really be a decent guy... when he was way too wrapped up in something else, anyway. Victoria quickly raced back into her room, interrupting Vin and Sophie from, er, a quick snogging session.
"Oh. Sorry to mess up your sheets, Vicky." Sophie said, jumping up and quickly straightening them out. "So?"
"I can go." Vicky grinned.
"Awesome!" Vin said, jumping up from the bed and putting his arm around Sophie. "Now to simply get there..."
"Oliver... please... come out of your room." Mrs. Wood sniffled, knocking softly on the door.
"NO!"
"Oliver... you can't stay locked up there... and oh, oh, here come your friends." Mrs. Wood said as Fred and George emerged from the Wood's fireplace and marched up the stairs triumphantly.
"Leave this to us, Mrs." Fred said, rolling up his sleeves. He withdrew his wand from his inner robes.
"It won't do any good." Mrs. Wood cut in. "He's placed a very strong locking charm on the door..."
"Well. Then we'll have to do it the hard way. Why bother with locks?" Both boys drew their beater bats out of their robes. "You might want to stand back, Mrs. Wood." George raised his bat high and- WHACK- slammed it into the door, puncturing it severely. One more swing by Fred and a genuine hole was formed.
"What the f-ck are you people doing!?" Oliver yelled from inside his room.
"Getting you out!" George yelled happily, giving the door another slam. He and Fred continued to beat the poor door until it was weak enough that they could simply rip it out of it's frame. Mrs. Wood stood on the stairway a couple feet behind them, about to faint from shock.
"I'm going to lie down..." She moaned, spinning on her heels and walking down the stairs. George and Fred quickly walked into Oliver's room side by side, blocking any means of Oliver's escape. Grabbing Oliver by his arms, they forced him to sit in a chair at his desk.
"Did my mum make you come here!?" Oliver asked snappishly.
"Actually, she owled us telling us that you were in very bad condition, mate. It was our idea to murder your door."
"Geniuses." Oliver spat sarcastically.
"Now, now, Oly, no need for that attitude." Fred said, shaking his finger at the older boy. The two-bombshell red heads stood side by side examining Oliver.
"Yes. Definitely. Mmm-hmm." George muttered. "We've got your diagnosis Oliver."
"Diagnosis." Oliver repeated, arching an eyebrow.
"You're lovesick." Fred said simply. Oliver actually almost smiled.
"You guys crack me up."
"No, really, mate. You've got bags under you eyes, your PMSing, and have you spelt yourself? How long has it been since I took a shower? And you're so thin!"
"How long has it been since I needed to take a shower, or needed to eat. There's no point anymore!" Oliver argued. He lowered his head. "I guess, I really am lovesick." He got up and plopped down on his bed with the little quidditch pattern on the comforter and staring up at the quidditch posters adorning his ceiling. "Used to be so simple... life I mean... just quidditch and grades, nothing ever really mattered to me. In fact, grades weren't even that important. It was all about quidditch... then she came." He let out a deep breath. "But I wouldn't change a thing. I love her. I'm in love her."
"I need to retch, excuse me." Fred said, moving towards the exit. He stopped and spun around to face Oliver. "Just kidding!"
"I know." Oliver said depressively.
"Oly, you need to get out... how about, how about you take us to one of these muggle 'movies' your always going on about?"
"I'm not really in the mood you two..."
"Please!" George begged. "We can even invite Angelina, Katie, and Alicia!"
"I don't want to be set up with Katie again, god dammit!" Oliver said angrily. "That'd be the umpteenth time I've been forced to go somewhere with her! I can't go out with anyone but Victoria! It's like a curse!"
"Fine, we'll just invite Angelina and Alicia!" Fred grinned.
"No, Fred." George crossed his arms. "Guys night out. You can do something with Angelina any old time you please. Come on, Oliver, get off your lazy arse."
"Bloody Hell." Oliver muttered, getting pulled up by both boys.
"You're taking us to the movies!" George proclaimed.
"George, do you know how gay that sounded?"
"Hmm. Oh, stop being so immature Fred! It's not like we're having an orgy! Just going out on the town, see a muggle movie, maybe smoke a few fags." George said, pulling Oliver down the hallway and shoving him into the shower room.
"Now, get that shit out of your hair, mate." Fred grinned, shutting the door.
"Mum." Oliver muttered, announcing he was coming into the room. He heard some murmuring from the living room and looked at the twins behind him. "Wait here." He stepped forward, descending the stairs. "I'm going to go to the movies!" He yelled. The murmurs, or maybe the correct term is moans, didn't cease. "In order to go to the movies, I have to go to the front door! To get to the front door, I have to go through the living room!" Oliver yelled. He stepped into the room and shielded his eyes as his dad hopped off the couch (and his mom) and began to button up his shirt. Obviously, they had not taken the hint. It made Oliver sick... they lecture him about how pointless love is and then everytime he turns his back they went off for a snog.
"That's great honey! I'm so glad you're getting out!" Mrs. Wood said, obviously in lighter spirits. She looked at the twins, who had been spying on Oliver's parents the whole time, much to Oliver's dislike. The twins were wearing their letter sweaters that Mrs. Weasley knit and khaki pants, and their hair was combed in the usual way. Oliver had the decency to shampoo his hair and he had slicked his wet hair forward in some-what resembling a Caesar do'. He wore a red sweater over a white shirt and dark denim pants.
"Right then, come on." Oliver said in an exasperated tone, motioning to the twins. "Bye Mum. Bye Dad." He called without looking back as the three boys left.
"Thanks for giving us a ride, Cedric." Victoria said, stepping out of the car after her friends. While Vin and Sophie went ahead to get tickets, Vicky lingered back with her friend. "I didn't know you owned a car. I mean, your father working for the ministry and all..."
"Yes, they do let us use their enchanted vechiles, but before I went to Hogwarts I knew that muggle cars were just fascinating. When I was old enough I took muggle driving lessons and then last summer bought this baby." He patted the expensive red corvette. "Have fun, Vicky. For yourself, not anyone else." He gave her a supportive smile and drove off. Vicky walked over towards her friends in line for the movie. She was wearing a simple black lace corset styled top and black leather pants, her black hair fell straight down her back behind her and she had on matching black leather boots.
"When I said, go out on the time and have fun, I didn't think it'd be capable in those pants." Sophie giggled softly, wrapping an arm around Vin and eyeing Vicky's leather pants.
"Oh, do you think they're too tight? They don't squeak when I walk do they?"
"No, but I think every guy here, except my Vinnie of course, is somehow attracted to your ass."
"That wasn't my intent." Vicky blushed, hoping her long dark hair was long enough.
"Kidding. You look great. Oh, it's our turn!" Sophie handed the box office attendant money for 3 tickets to Swimfan and then the three walked inside.
"You go save us seats Vicky, Vin and I will buy snacks." Sophie suggested, her short blonde hair bouncing as she spun on her heels leading Vin, the tall dark handsome boyfriend with her. Vicky couldn't help but smile at the two. But seeing them so happy together reminded her of how happy she was with Oliver. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind before she walked into the theatre now seating for Swimfan.
"Allright, you two just go inside and get good seats and leave the snacks to me, okay?" Oliver said, handing them their tickets. "Hang onto these." He directed. The twins nodded excitedly and went into the theatre. Oliver turned around and headed over to the snack bar, getting in line behind a short blonde and a tall tan man. Obviously, they were a couple; you could see the icky gooey-ness all over their faces. "Damn them and their happiness." Oliver muttered, shoving his hands inside his pockets. The girl turned around sharply.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She was obviously struggling not to glower at him.
"Nope. Nothing." Oliver said in mock cheerfulness.
"You know, instead of sulking around, you should lighten up and have some fun." Sophie said, looking him up and down.
"How do you know I'm not having fun right now?"
"As if it isn't obvious!" Sophie laughed. Now, Vin's attention had been caught and he turned around as well.
"Everything okay, Soph?" Vin asked, looking down at her concerned. Vin was pretty tall. About 5 inches taller than Oliver.
"Everything's fine. But you know me, Vin, I have to butt into other people's business." She grinned up at him.
"Yea, but that's a good thing. How else would we have dragged Vicky down here?" Vin laughed. Oliver's ears perked up and he looked back and forth between to the two. No, there was no way; there are tons of people named Victoria in Britain. I mean- there was a Queen Victoria, wasn't there?
"Oh my gosh!" Sophie said, looking at Oliver. "Vin!" She pulled her boyfriend down to whisper into his ear. "I just had to the best idea!" She whispered her idea to him...
"I don't know Soph... Vicky doesn't like getting hooked up and he seems like a grumpy ass."
"Vin! Don't you know the saying? Two wrongs make a right? Well, it's wrong for two people to be unhappy on such a great Friday night." She eyed Oliver. "I'm going to introduce him to her." Vin shrugged and stood up straight, moving forward with the line. Sophie turned back to Oliver. "You here by yourself?"
"Actually, no. I'm here with two friends."
"Well, that's okay, I'm sure you'll feel like a third wheel anyhow. I think it'd do you good to meet our friend-"
"No. No thanks. I happen to hate being hooked up." Oliver replied. With that, he shut them out of conversation by turning around and taking sudden interest in a decor plant.
"Would the view by better from the top or the bottom, though?" Fred asked George, standing the aisle of the theatre.
"If we're at the top, it'd be easier to throw food at people..." He muttered. The twins exchanged a knowing glance and scurried to the top. "Drat! It's taken!" He pointed at a figure; it was so dark they couldn't make out very well, but someone sitting directly in the middle of the top row. Fred squinted hard taking a few steps forward. A grin broke out on his face.
"George! It's a girl!" He grinned evilly. George's face broke out into the same evil grin as well. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Ask her if we can sit near her and then make sure Oliver sits right next to her?"
"Exactly. Brilliant isn't it?" Fred grinned. He nudged George ahead and they approached the girl.
"Excuse me..." George called her attention and could barely tell in the dark as she turned towards him. "Are these seats taken?" He pointed to the seats to the right of her.
"No." Vicky shook her head at the two dark figures standing before her. They smiled and sat down one seat away from her.
"Are you here with anyone!?" Fred asked. Vicky arched an eyebrow at their question, but they probably didn't notice her confused face.
"Yes. Two friends."
"Really? Do you have a boyfriend!?" George whispered.
"I don't think it's any of your business." Vicky replied. She thought of Oliver for a moment, "Yes."
"Is he here with you!?"
"No." Vicky was getting tired, and fast of these two goons.
"Do you want to meet our friend!?"
"Not really!" Vicky practically shouted, glaring at them.
"Vicky!" Sophie's voice echoed through the theatre as she slowly hobbled her way over. Obviously, behind her Vin was dragging someone towards them. Vicky eyed the figure of her friend curiously.
"Sophie... what's going on?"
"Agh! Let go of me!" Oliver said, yanking away from Vin's grasp.
"There's our friend now!" George said, crossing over and pulling Oliver infront of Vicky.
"Vicky, we found you a date!" Sophie giggled.
"Wha!?" Vicky blinked and looked at the figure infront of her. "I'm sorry, but I really don't like being set-up, so if you'll just excuse me..." She rose from her seat.
"That's okay, I don't like being set up either." Oliver said, turning away. "Come on guys." Oliver said sharply, leading them off the row.
"Sorry." Vicky said over her shoulder to the mysterious guy.
"Not your fault." Oliver said, looking over his own shoulder as she walked off the row and headed for the door. The light streamed in as the door was pushed open, illuminating her face. Oliver felt his heart slam into his chest and he nearly fell over. "Oh my god..." He looked at Fred and George. "Have I ever told you how much I hate you two!?" He shouted. The twins blinked and Oliver pushed past them, exiting the theatre from the other side and tripping into the lobby. He saw her head out the door and frantically ran after her. "VICKY!"
"What?" Vicky said in an exasperated tone, hearing someone calling her name. She spun on her heels, eyes closed in frustration. She heard a rush of footsteps slow down to a skid and approached her slowly. A warm hand on her shoulder...
Oliver kissing her for the first time... Them flying on the Quidditch Pitch together... His face after she had been hit... Them together once she had finally woken up... How devastated she had been when he had accused her... How tense she had been after saving him a second time... the relief and feeling of eternity when they kissed each other again and the night afterwards... Oliver saving her life... Oliver proposing.
The memories and feelings flashed through her briefly and eyes still closed, she shook them off. "Funny... never got visions of the past before." She muttered to herself.
"That's because this has nothing to do with seeing the future. It has to be with the love between us." Oliver said gently. Vicky pried her eyes open quickly.
"Oliver!" She hugged him quickly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up and spun her around with a huge smile before pulling her down to his lips.
"I should've just let your friends set us up after all..." He said softly.
"You mean... it was you?" Vicky said, surprised.
"It was me." He nodded pulling her close again and kissing her a second time.
"It was you. It was always you." Victoria mumbled as they broke the kiss. "You were always in my thoughts."
"You too. How long has it been?"
"About half the summer, since that horrible dinner anyway."
"Well, that's about half a summer too long." He said, leading them to a bench underneath a tree.
"Oliver... what... what are you planning on doing? What are we planning on doing?" Vicky asked, sliding into his arms as he wrapped them around her.
"I don't know. But we'll think of something, won't we? I've had a few ideas, been awfully bored this summer, but none of them seem to work. Many involve ice cubes and a stuffed buffalo, but aside from that, there's always eloping, except..."
"Except..."
"If we eloped I couldn't proclaim my love to Victoria Crescent for the entire world." He said simply, kissing her on the forehead.
"Oliver... I, I know we're young... really young... and some people don't think we've lived long enough to know anything of common sense-"
"You haven't lived till you've loved, and we both know that we're very much alive." He grinned, kissing the corner of her lips quickly.
"But Oliver, I do want to spend the rest of my life with you... I do, I do want to marry you as soon as possible... do you?"
"Of course I do." Oliver said, running his hand through her hair.
"Then why don't we? Why don't we have our wedding? We can invite our parents... and oh, it'll be exactly like we dreamed, and nothing can stop us, because we're going to get married, whether the world likes it or not."
"Wow..." Oliver smiled. "That's brilliant... god... this is why I love you so much." Oliver chuckled, kissing her again. Victoria smiled and threw her arms around his neck, grinning madly with content as they kissed. Every kiss was like a first kiss once again between them. And everything was beautiful. As long as they were together.
"So... that's Oliver?" Sophie's voice broke their embrace and Vicky turned to see both her friends standing their wide-eyed. Fred and George were present too, wide eyed and grinning like fools. Oh, and the rest of the passer-byer's and the movie go'ers also formed a crowd behind Selphie, Vin, Fred, and George.
"How long have you all been there?" Vicky asked curiously.
"Long enough." Fred exclaimed. "You're going to do it? You're going to get married?" Vicky looked to Oliver and Oliver grinned reassuringly.
"Yes! Yes we are! We're going to get married because we've found each other. Because fate found us. And nothing will ever tear us apart." Oliver said to the crowd, wrapping his arms around Victoria. "I love you."
"And I love you." She grinned. "I found you... I can't believe it... you found me..."
"It was meant to be." Oliver whispered, kissing her again. The random crowd of people watching including their dearest and closest friends erupted into cheers and claps, and in that moment, Victoria knew this was exactly how it was supposed to be.
"Honey? Honey!" Mrs. Crescent scurried down the stairs to her husband who lay asleep in the recliner in their living room, and shook him awake. "Did you fall asleep here?"
"Huh? Oh. Oh, Vicky stayed out so late... I was waiting for her... she must've gone upstairs."
"I'll go wake up her up then. She can't stay out so late that even you, Mr. Night Owl falls asleep!" Mrs. Crescent commented running back up the stairs. She walked to the white washed door of her daughter's room and knocked gently. "Vicky?" No answer. "Vicky?" Once again, no answer. "Vicky, Hun..." Mrs. Crescent put her hand on the doorknob and opened it with ease, surprised to find it unlocked. Mrs. Crescent quickly stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Her teenage daughter's bed was made perfectly and neatly, so was the fact was that her teenage daughter was not in her bed. Instead a piece of folded parchment, stamped with the official Hogwarts seal...
"Thud!" Mr.Wood placed his newspaper on the table beside him, hearing the sound of sudden thudding on the floor above him. Blinking once or twice he slowly rose from the arm-chair and proceeded up the stairs, towards his son's room where the sound had come from. "Oliver?" No answer. "Honey?" He slowly opened the door and jumped back in startlement. On the floor, fainted from shock was his wife. In her hand with a piece of parchment, stamped the official seal of Hogwarts... Carefully bending down and adjusting his wife into a more comfortable position against Oliver's bed, he took the parchment from her hand and held it up to his eyes...
Mr. And Mrs. Gregory Wood,
You are invited to the wedding reception of
Victoria Crescent
&
Oliver Wood
At Hogwarts on the Saturday evening of August 4th, at precisely 6:00.
The Hogwarts Express will be at platforms 9 and 3/4's at London Station at approximately 3:00 past noon.
No need to RSVP,
love is enough.
~
I will hold the hand thy hand,
After a kiss so tender.
I will embrace thou dearly,
After sweet love has graced.
And I will hold on to thou forever, and ever
No one else could I love so nearly.
~.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Mr.Crescent roared, snatching the letter from his wife's hands. Mrs. Crescent took deep slow breaths to calm herself down. Immediately after she was silenced she started up again.
"They plotted this." She replied simply.
"Indeed!" Mr.Crescent roared. "That girl is in for it- and that raunchy quidditch player has a thing or two coming! We're going down there Saturday, and we are going to stop this wedding!" At the exact same moment, after a distressed mother had returned to conscious that is, another parental unit planned the exact same thing.
*~Saturday, 5:25 PM~*
"Vicky...you look gorgeous." Sophie said softly, wiping her teary eyes and looking at her friend in amazement. The long silky white gown that swished as she turned and glowed the pearly iridescence. With a lacy corset tunic held up by two thing straps at her shoulders, which were entwined with sweet jasmines. A bouquet of white lilies she held in her hands, which were cloaked in smooth satin gloves and her dark hair curled straight down her back, was adorned with a reefed halo upon her head, made of the jasmines, lilies, and oleanders that signified purity, and love, and commitment. Sophie grinned as she strode to the window of the Ravenclaw room and opened it to let the gentle breeze in. A dove, as planned, flew in and gingerly nestled itself onto Victoria's shoulder. Curious, Vicky approached the window and looked down below. Standing there in the fresh summer's grass, blindfolded with black satin and a white dove on his shoulder was Oliver, grinning goofy as ever.
"Oliver?" Victoria smiled, leaning against the window. "Why on earth are you blindfolded?"
"Duh, Vicky! It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!" Sophie laughed.
"Oliver! Come now, you haven't even gotten your cummerbund on!" Vin protested, approaching the figure down below. Vin gave the girls a quick wave before dragging Oliver away. Vicky sighed and turned around to face her friend.
"I must saw, it's so romantic that you're getting married here, in this foreign castle. You never told me you knew the owner of a real castle!" Sophie exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, it was certainly nice of Albus to help us. He's a remarkably genius man. He seems to know everything." Vicky chuckled lightly. She bit her lip and frowned slightly, staring at the blue carpet designs.
"Vicky... something wrong?" Sophie asked with concern.
"Nervous. Oh, Sophie, be honest with me..." Vicky cried, leaning against the wall. "Am I young and hopeless?"
"Young and hopeless!" Sophie exclaimed. "Vicky, if you're sure you love Oliver-"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"And I'm sure he loves you, you have nothing to worry about." Sophie smiled earnestly. "Love is enough, despite what people say. Young love is one the most beautiful things in the world. I'm so happy for you. People may criticize you- young, hopeless, in love, a fool, cliché- you name it! People will say things, but it'll be okay as long as you know what you feel in your heart- and don't let what other people say stand in your way. I don't know if I've ever seen anything as romantic as when you and Oliver are together."
"I have." Vicky smiled. "I've seen it in Vin's eyes, when he looks at you. It was always there Sophie- from the day I introduced you two to each other."
"Tori!" Sophie exclaimed, calling Victoria by her childhood name and throwing her arms around her. "I'm very happy for you, I hope you know that."
"I know that, and I am happy for you too. You're my best friend Soph, what would I do without you?"
"You don't need to worry... as long as we can still keep in touch!"
"Of course! I'm still going to go to college, and we'll have so much to talk about. I promise, we'll never break our friendship. We'll grow old as best friends and our children will be best friends."
"You can count on that. And don't you worry about college, or houses and families." Sophie said, wiping her eyes. "After all, you have a friend who owns a castle!" She exclaimed in astonishment. Vicky smiled broadly and the girls shared a good warm laugh. "Now, wipe those tears, we'll have to reapply your mascara." Sophie said, laughing as she shook her head. "Pre-wedding jitters." She chuckled, reaching for the mascara.
"Wait, Sophie." Vicky took the mascara from her and put it down. She reached into her pocket and drew her hand, looking into the mirror and exclaimed 'fiximous!' as the smudges under her eyes diminished and her eye make-up was reapplied. She turned to look at her best friend. "Thought you ought to know."
"There's Wood!" Harry exclaimed, standing on his seat and waving estactically to the ex-captain. Hermione scowled.
"Harry this is a wedding, you're standing on the chairs and behaving rather immaturely for a 14 year old!"
"Don't listen to her Harry." Ron chuckled, standing up and peering over Harry's shoulder to join in the discussion with Oliver who had just approached.
"Well, Harry, wish me luck." Oliver grinned.
"Luck?" Hermione muttered from behind her two boys. She gently pushed them aside so she could speak with Oliver. "This isn't a quidditch game Oliver, you don't want luck." Hermione said sternly. The three boys simply stared unsurely. "You need love." She added with a warm smile. Oliver grinned.
"Thanks." He gave them all a quick handshake and bid them ado before continuing down the lane.
"Oliver Wood..." The three other Weasley boys stood in the front row, grinning.
"Percy." Oliver said, grinning. "I hear you got a job at the Ministry!"
"I hear you're getting married!" Percy grinned. The two boys hugged (manly style) and Oliver turned to the twins.
"According to Percy he's sworn you two not to pull anything."
"Wouldn't dream of it Oliver." Fred replied innocently. With that, the twins pranced away quickly, followed by a stern Percy.
"You know... this whole getting married in a castle thing is pretty cool." Vin said, glancing around the Great Hall, which he didn't know was the Great Hall.
"Yeah." Oliver chuckled at the muggle naiveté.
"Oliver." Albus Dumbledore strode past him, to the teacher's table, which had earlier been transformed into a single podium, with a holy book laying atop it. The four tables had been replaced by a select group of chairs, taking up only 30% of the entire room. Before the podium was a lovely wooden arch adorned with the many flowers and free flying doves that symbolized a wedding best. And of course, there were bells.
"Professor." Oliver gave the wise old man a hug.
"I could say this later, but I wouldn't want to interrupt later festivities." He winked at this comment, "I give you and Ms. Crescent, my best wishes."
"Right back at you, Professor." Oliver chuckled.
"5 minute cue Wood!" Mcgonnagal yelled, getting every hushed and into their places. "5 minute cue!" Oliver stood nervously before the podium with Vin next to him and waited as the clock counted down. He was submerged from his half conscious day dream by the pounding of piano keys to the traditional wedding anthem. His eyes slowly made their way to the Great Hall doors, which swung open as doves carrying white sashes floated out before his eyes. White rose petals were scattered across the floor as a short blonde hair pixie floated by in a white bridesmaid outfit, and took her place across from Vin. Oliver felt his breath get caught in his throat, as the raven girl slowly stepped down the aisle. The silk plumage of her long dress swept the floor and scattered rose petals delicately as she made her way forward. Behind her, a cockatoo (by the name of our favorite cockatoo, Garnet) carried the lacey long extending veil in it's beak as it fluttered after the bride. Vicky approached the arch and stood beside Oliver, smiling with content as they faced Dumbledore and he began the wedding vows.
"Do you, Victoria Crescent, take Oliver Wood to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"
"I do."
"Do you, Oliver Wood, take Victoria Crescent to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"
"I do."
"If anyone has a reason why these two young people should not be joined in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold you peace..." Dumbledore trailed off. There was an odd disturbing silence and the tension of the silence reached both Oliver and Victoria, who were praying for Dumbledore to talk again. In the audience, Mr. And Mrs. Crescent sat in agitation.
"For Merlin's sake, say something!" Mr. Crescent demanded harshly.
"I- I- I just can't!" Mrs. Crescent said, shaking her head with tears. "I can't..."
"Then I will!"
"No, no." Mrs. Crescent grasped her husband by the arm. "Do you know what I see, when I see my daughter up there, in beautiful bridal wear, looking more mature than I have looked in a long time? Do you?" There was a silence and Mr. Crescent shook his head. "I see myself. Myself on my wedding day, looking lovingly into my husband's eyes... even if my parents did not like it." Mr. Crescent heaved a great sigh. "You remember..."
"How could I forget?" Mr. Crescent shook his head, looking at his lap. "There's nothing we can do, is there?"
"Yes, there is." Mrs. Crescent whispered. "Let our daughter grow up."
The Woods, were less sympathetic. Mr. Wood stood up abruptly with Mrs. Wood clinging to his side. Dumbledore gazed at them expectantly with those knowing clear blue eyes of his.
"I- I-...." Mr. Wood racked his brain for the right words. "Oliver, you, ought to..."
"Ought to..." Mrs. Wood repeated, shaking in her heels. "Oh hell." She plopped back down into her seat, burying her face into her hands. She just couldn't do it.
"You ought to..." Mr. Wood looked at his wife who held her head in shame and then back up to his young man. "You ought to get married." With that, he stood down and a breath of relief swiped through the entire hall.
"Then I believe, you may exchange rings." Dumbledore said cheerfully. Sophie and Vin handed both Oliver and Vicky a ring and in turn, the two placed it on each other's fingers. "You know what comes next." Dumbledore said, slapping the book shut carelessly and raising his hands in the air. "I now proclaim you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"
"I love you." Vicky said, just as Oliver quickly lifted her veil and brought his lips down to hers passionately. It wasn't their first kiss, it wouldn't be their last, and maybe not even the most meaningful- but like all young people in love- each kiss is like a first, never and yet always better than the last. Summoning his broom, Oliver picked Vicky up and he mounted it in the middle of the Great Hall. Dumbledore, with the twinkle in his eye, beckoned a window open and the two young lovers flew out with god speed. A white banner attached to the end of his broom flowed in the wind- Just Married.
And Victoria Crescent and Oliver Wood lived happily ever after. The End.
(Why no major tragedy? Puh-lease, we leave all that for Harry Potter and the angsty Hermione/Draco stories!)
"I Shall Believe" - Sheryl Crow
[Come to me now
Lay your hands over me
]
A/N: Well... I'm very proud of myself. My first finished FF fiction. I've had fun writing this and all it's desperately fluffy moments. All romance was inspired (not copied, but inspired) by Roswell's Liz Parker and Max Evans. You liked this fic? You'd like them. Watch Roswell re-runs coming soon on the Sci-Fi channel!
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Peace!
-Sibby