Mio bel Vergine
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nor do I owneth Shakespeare.
A/N: Well, since I put a new revised chapter of chapter one. I'll still take counts of how many times I say Quidditch in that chapter. Thank you bella natty, and Psycho Dragon Lover for your comments.
Chapter II- The House Differences
Oliver and his Quidditch team were out practicing early Saturday morning. Most of the team was complaining of the cold weather, and that they would rather be in their beds this early in "bloody morning." Oliver shrugged it off and drilled them harder, especially Harry. He threw gold golf balls up in the air so Harry could get them. Four at a time in different directions.
"Hey Wood, isn't it that girl that Flint was harassing?" George asked flying next to Oliver. Oliver looked down on the ground, and saw the girl. Her face was a bright pink from the cold. She wore a dragon hide jacket on, along with her cloaks on top of that, and what was weird she didn't wear her house scarf. She only wore a plain white scarf that was wrapped around her slender and long neck. Oliver concluded that she wore it like that so people couldn't see the scars Flint left.
Oliver flew down to see the girl. "Yes?" he asked swooping down in front of her. She stuttered a little and then shut her mouth looking over Oliver's shoulder at the team who were staring intently at her.
"I wanted to say thank you, for everything. They aren't expelling Flint. They have talked to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry has decided to make rape a capital punishment like the muggles do. He's going to Azkaban when he finishes the year," she alleged.
"Azkaban, for how many years?" Oliver asked interested in what she had to say.
"Only one," she replied her head looking down.
"Don't tell me you pity him, Rosaline. He raped you for God's sake. He should deserve twenty years for that," Oliver retorted his voice rose to a level that Rosaline didn't like.
"Don't speak so loud, and I'll appreciate it if you don't tell my privacy to anyone. I'm not going to tell my family, it will only distress them. Besides, they won't hear any news in Italy about a boy going to Azkaban for rape. So please don't tell any one," Rosaline pleaded in a whisper.
"I'm not going to tell anyone, it's none of their business. Exactly why aren't you going to tell you parents? They have a right to know," Oliver lectured lowering his voice.
"Hey Wood! How long is that conversation going to be?" George shouted from his broom. Fred elbowed and hissed something like, "We're getting a break aren't we? So shut up!"
"Just a couple more minutes guys!" Oliver called.
"It is a tradition for the women in my family to stay a virgin until she is married. If she is not a virgin, and looses her virginity before she is betrothed. The girl, or lady, is dismembered from the family. I don't exactly want to be dismembered and cast out, my cousin Vittoria, she was raped. Even then, they cast her out," Rosaline said in a hushed tone.
"I'll meet you in the library and we'll talk about this later. I can't right now, I have a bunch of guys and girls who are more curious then curiosity itself. Maybe, after dinner, I'll be sitting in the back table behind all the shelves of books. Rarely any one goes there," Oliver said
Rosaline nodded and walked through the snow back into the castle. He wrapped her cloak and jacket around her tighter and as she walked away you could see her hips slightly sway underneath the layers of fabric. Oliver returned to his team and they gave him loud moans of disapproval.
"Get back to what you were doing," he commanded sternly.
He sat in the back table his books spread out, he was finishing out some last homework and studying for N.E.W.T.S. "Don't mean to disturb you, but may I sit down?" a small voice asked. Oliver looked up, it was Rosaline. He smiled kindly and nodded, finishing up the last sentence in the potions essay he looked up at her. She sat next to him and played with the hem of her cloak sleeve.
"Umm, I'm sorry about intruded you from your Quidditch practice. I hope you guys win," she said. Her head was still down looking at the hem of her sleeve. Oliver smiled. He put his hand underneath her chin and raised it so he could see her eyes.
"Thank you, even if it's a little bit odd from hearing it from an opposite house," he said and tucked her hair behind her ear and rolled up his essay, closing the books that were sprawled across the table.
"I'm sorry, for coming so late. I had trouble walking down the halls alone. It's just scary. I don't want it to happen again," Rosaline said her head going down to the hem of her sleeve again.
"It's not going to happen again, as long as I'm in the same school as your are," Oliver said book marking his Transfigurations book 'I can't let her be raped again, she'll turn out like my Aunt.' He thought looking over at Rosaline.
As the conversation went on, Rosaline talked to Oliver about his favorite subject, Quidditch. He was impressed how much she new and enjoyed watching everyone. She told stories of her Nana and Papa back home and Oliver shared some hereditary back ground with her. She wasn't at all disgusted by the fact his mother was a muggle.
"Your name was used in Shakespeare," he said suddenly. It just came to him, his mother read that play to him when he was ten. She was complaining that he was being too violent and there wasn't any feminine in him to charm any woman to love him.
"You read Shakespeare?" she asked surprised
Oliver laughed, "My mother read it to me when I was ten. I can remember much of it, she read it over to me every single day of one summer," he chuckled.
Rosaline's eyes gleamed, "I love Shakespeare, and he is such a fine writer to be a muggle. I use to read his writings last year. I think I might have read them all, but do you remember anything?"
Oliver thought deeply, he could remember one comment made my Mercutio about Romeo's love for Rosaline. He cleared his throat and said, "Let me see,
Nay, I'll conjure too.
Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh;
Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us."
Oliver finished and smiled, Rosaline blushed an incredible shade of red. "Wow, I guess your not all Quidditch after all," she finally murmured. Oliver nodded in agreement, and they had a full fledged conversation of how it was irrational and shallow to fall in love so quick without even knowing the person.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" Rosaline asked changing the topic from Romeo and Juliet.
"Yes I am, are you?" he asked and Rosaline nodded and looked at the clock that was above Oliver. "We're past curfew," she said getting up, panicking a little. Oliver put a hand on her shoulder and told her not to worry about it.
"Umm, can you walk me to the common room?" she asked Oliver turning around when they reached the Library door. Oliver almost answered her but was cut off by a voice. "You two are past curfew, I will report this to your heads of your houses. Mr. Wood and Miss Morino," she stated dryly and walked behind her desk to take down her names.
Oliver and Rosaline left before she could say anymore and hurried down the hall toward the Slytherin common rooms. "Mr. Wood, I thought I had this discussion a couple nights ago with you," he drawled out. Rosaline was clinging on Oliver's arm like it was the only thing that kept her alive.
"I'm sorry Professor. We had a project to do in Ancient Runes, and we were getting ahead on it. We accidentally lost time, so I asked Oliver to walk me back to the common room. I don't exactly like walking the halls alone anymore," she explained her grip still the same on Oliver's arm.
'She actually has good grip, she's probably a good chaser,' Oliver thought looking at Professor Snape and then down at Rosaline. Professor Snape nodded and walked away his robes billowing behind him.
Rosaline walked fast to the common room not wanting to stop again, "Thanks for walking with me," she said her eyes darted around trying to see if any one was in the hall. She stood in front of her common room door; Oliver nodded and patted her head slowly walking away.
"Try to get some sleep okay? Sweet dreams Rosaline," he said and walked away to the bed that awaited him. "Good night Oliver," she called after him and went into the common room.
As his rested on his pillow he couldn't help thinking. (For once in his life he thought about something else besides Quidditch.) That he had made friends so easily with this Slytherin girl. What was she too him? Quidditch was his first love, well besides his family, but Quidditch was up there as one of the most important things in life.
For seven years he really hadn't talked to any girls besides Alicia, Angelina, and Katie. He didn't even put them under the girl category of his friends. They were under the category of teammates. To speak the truth, his teammates were his only friends. Oliver moaned and rubbed his head. He flipped over stuffed his head into the pillow.
The poor girl he had befriended was raped, and if could get any worse she was a Slytherin. Obviously she was of pure blood, unlike Oliver he was only half. His father was wizard, and that's who he inherited everything from. His father first introduced Oliver to magic through Quidditch, and it grew an obsession.
But a Slytherin? Being captain of the Gryffindor team meant limits to his associates. No Gryffindor in their right mind would become acquainted with a Slytherin. He admitted, he was becoming insane. Saving a Slytherin girl from is arch-enemy, who was also in the same house. It was being counted in his book for the reason's why he was slowly becoming insane. On the top of his list it stated clearly, 'You save a girl from you enemy of Quidditch, and you slowly become friends with her. Even if she's ONLY IN SLYTHERIN!'
He shouldn't be talking to her. He shouldn't care for her welfare. He should be single minded and return to his Quidditch obsession. Sighing Oliver deluding his mind and went back to thinking of Quidditch plays, he saw himself and his teammates doing the plays he had planed. Then in the stands, cheered Rosaline.
Oliver groaned in frustration, the girl was haunting him. He didn't even like her in any romantic way, and she was haunting him. In his head, he recited the whole Romeo and Juliet play and fell asleep before he could reach to Juliet's death.
A/N: What did you think of it? Tell me your comments, or if you find any mistakes I've made. Even though I go through each chapter like a grammar hawk some mistakes I over look accidently. –B.V