Mio bel Vergine
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
(I'll be posting Author Notes at the bottom from now on. Just to tell you guys.)
I dedicate this chapter to: Psycho Dragon Lover. FROOT LOOPS FOR EVERYONE! (Umm, don't ask. As long as she gets it.)
Chapter III- Birthdays, and a trip to Hogsmeade
Lately, Rosaline was been hanging out with Oliver a lot. She would be seen with him walking class to class, and the house of Slytherin started whispering about poor Rosaline. She was moved out of Slytherin into the Professor's Dormitories, which Professor Snape had suggested. Rosaline didn't mind staying with the Professors. She was content from being as far as she could possibly from Flint. She had a large room, and her own dorm. It was only different because her room was right next to Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore.
The Gryffindor's would hold study groups in her rooms. There were books everywhere when they held the study groups. Bodies sprawled across the floor and some even sleeping on the couches from exhaustion. Otherwise the room was empty with only Rosaline reading or studying.
Oliver would come to her dorm when he could, because the Quidditch finals where coming fast. He had to get Harry back into shape after the disaster of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor game. When it came to Quidditch Rosaline supported Gryffindor all the way. She felt no loyalty to her house any longer. They still held Flint up like he was god. They all new what he did And the Slytherin boys just made fun of it, in the halls they would unzip their pants a run after Rosaline.
It was at the early in the morning when a bunch of cronies of Flint where following Rosaline and Oliver walk to the Great Hall. "Hey Rosaline! Why don't you spread your legs for us!" one shouted and snickered loudly. Oliver whirled around and walked up to that guy and punched him straight in the face.
"Ah, is she giving you some too Woody? Is she giving you wood?" some taunted and Oliver pinned them to the wall and knocked them out. The last one just ran away when he saw Oliver come toward him.
"WOOD!" Professor McGonagall shouted and took Oliver by the arm, "There was no need for that. You have detention tonight with me. I don't want you hitting any more students that provoke Miss Morino. Do you understand me? I'm not going to be so forgiving on you next time," she lectured wagging her finger and walking him to the hall. Rosaline looked surprised, when Oliver put his hand around her shoulders.
"Come on, you don't need this," he said and they sat down next to the usual group. Rosaline smiled, she ate in silence when they all talked of Quidditch. She would add a comment or two when they talked quickly. The whole group where absorbed in the conversation of Quidditch when the mail owls came. Rosaline watched the first years and their delighted faces when they got the owls from their parents.
She got a usual letter from her mother, and since it was her birthday a small package of beautiful cream silk scarf bearing the Morino symbol. The symbol was a white dove carrying a yellow rose. Every woman got one at the age of seventeen, ever since the family was first found.
"That is so beautiful Rosaline, what's the occasion?" Katie asked touching the silk as Rosaline pulled it out. At the bottom of the small box was a smaller one that said Rosaline Amore Nonna. Rosaline opened the box carefully and pulled a small diamond bracelet with small pearls hanging off of it. The bracelet could only fit around her small writs.
"Oh my," Angelina gasped and the girl all crowded around Rosaline. "My Nonna, always give out bracelets on girls seventeenth birthdays. She must have saved the best one for me, it is so beautiful. Far better than my cousin Gianna's, and she bragged for days about hers," Rosaline said admiring the bracelet. Her Italian ascent showed when she was talking about her Grandmother.
"It's your birthday?" Oliver asked intruding there conversation. Rosaline nodded and went to the next small box. It was signed To Rosaline, I wish you a happy birthday. Love your cousin –SS
"Who's that?" Katie questioned picking up the card. "My cousin, Slavko Sironi. He is a sweet man, and always favors me over all his younger cousins. He is the cousin of my mother. Always looking after me when I was young," Rosaline said smiling.
"Is he hot?" Angelina asked and Rosaline cracked up laughing.
"He is in his thirties, and he is not married if you wanted to know. He's a professor over at Durmstrang," she said still tickled at what Angelina said.
"I'm just desperate, ignore me. At least I'm curious about the opposite sex, Mr. Oliver Wood. You can't get your mind off of Quidditch for one second, so wipe off that smirk on your face," Angelina teased.
Oliver shrugged, "I protest nothing," he murmured and went back to his pumpkin juice thinking deeply about what he could get for Rosaline. "Today is Saturday right? We get to go to Hogsmeade?" Oliver asked Fred and George who nodded in agreement.
Oliver nodded putting his head in his hands, he spaced out until his eyes reached Flint pretending to hump the table. His thoughts of Quidditch were interrupted by the Flint and his perverted ways. Only Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were sitting at the head table. Flint mouthed to Oliver, 'I fucked your girl. What are you going to do about it?'
At that, Oliver had lost it. He stood up and shouted across the Great Hall, "HEY FLINT WHY DON'T YOU SAY WHAT YOU SAID TO ME JUST NOW AND TELL ONE OF PROFESSORS! WHY DON'T YOU GO UP TO PROFESSOR SNAPE AND TELL HIM WHAT YOU JUST SAID, HUH! WHAT? YOU'RE TOO SCARED ABOUT THE GIRLS YOU TAKE! WHY DON'T YOU TELL HIM FLINT! WHY DON'T YOU TELL HIM! I'M SURE HE WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO HEAR IT!"
"Oliver, cut it out," Rosaline said pulling him down but he was too angry notice it. "Wood sit down," Professor McGonagall commanded, "There will be no yelling in the Great Hall." Oliver sat down reluctantly and put his head in his hands.
"I want to beat the fucking shit out of him," Oliver hissed and looked frustrated about what he couldn't do. How could he brag about raping a girl? How could he carry on his normal life when secretly she cried herself to asleep? He didn't know what she was going through, no one did. Rosaline only confined in him.
"What was that Wood? Do you have anger problems?" Alicia asked baffled at how Oliver had reacted to whatever Flint was saying. Oliver looked over at Rosaline and moaned in his hands.
"Oliver and I caught him raping a young girl in the hall way, we don't know who the girl is. Young probably in her fourth year, we were supposed to keep quiet about it. But I guess he mouthed something offensive to Oliver," Rosaline explained her eyes filled with tears but she composed herself.
Oliver kissed her temple and rubbed the nape of her neck with his hand. She weakly smiled. "You know what we should just forget about him and have a great time at Hogsmeade. I'm sorry guys for my outburst," he said smiling faintly his voice still hinted the anger he was hiding.
They all shook their heads and shrugged it off, all going back to the Gryffindor tower to get their coat and things to go to Hogsmeade. Rosaline looked petrified to walk down the hall by herself. "Hey Fred or George it doesn't matter, can you grab my cloak and scarf for me?" he asked walking away from the group.
"Yeah, sure Wood. Catch up with you at Rosie-Posie's dorm?" Fred called and Oliver nodded and walked off with Rosaline. She wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know why they call me Rosie-Posie," she said quietly more to herself than Oliver. He laughed a little as they went to her dorm. She got her jacket and cloak and put on her new scarf. Oliver helped her put on her new little bracelet.
"Thanks for standing up for me and making an absolute dolt out of yourself," she said blushing. Oliver smiled and walked out of the dorm only to hit in the face by his own robes and jacket.
"Thanks guys," he said peeling the thick winter robes off his face. They walked away and Rosaline laughed a little. Putting them on they headed out into the carriages that took them to Hogsmeade. The rest of the time Oliver hung out with Rosaline was stolen away by Alicia, Angelina, and Katie. They were questioning her while; Oliver shopped around looking for something to give Rosaline a present.
"So are you and Oliver secretly dating?" Katie drilled Rosaline as they sat in Three Broomsticks drinking butter bear. Rosaline laughed, "That's absurd you guys, Oliver is as much of a friend he is to you guys as he is to me."
They all moaned and Alicia spoke up, "For a second there, we thought he actually was straight. For the last seven years all that we have heard to come out of his mouth was Quidditch. Do you know that's he's already signed with Puddlemere United?"
"Well that's great to hear actually. At least he's certain about his future. I'm going to be around there for my University," Rosaline said taking a drink of her butter bear.
"What are you going for?" Angelina asked tapping her fingers on the table.
Rosaline shrugged and answered slowly, "Nothing glorious, just a simple Medi-Witch."
The girls all nodded and sighed, finishing their butter bears they went to go find Oliver and the guys. They ran into Flint on the way, he grabbed Rosaline's wrist and pulled her toward him.
"Here's my bitch," he seethed through his teeth, and chuckled. His Quidditch friends laughed. Rosaline kneed him in the balls before the girls could jump on him. He fell to the floor and gasped in pain.
"I hope it breaks off ass-hole," Rosaline cried tears welling up her eyes as she ran away from the group and hid on a bench that was between Zonko's Joke shop and a robe store. Oliver saw that she was sitting there crying and sat next to her, "What's wrong, he said sliding her wrapped present into his large pockets.
"I ran into Flint, he attacked me when there weren't any professors around. So far, this has been the worst birthday ever," she cried and Oliver kissed her head and pulled her into a hug.
"It's okay, it'll get better," he said resting his cheek in her curly brown hair. It fell down her shoulders in long ringlets that shined gold in the light. "I got you something that you'll enjoy," he said kissing her temple.
She wiped her eyes and laughed slightly, "I think your enough, sitting here letting me cry on your shoulder. What could I ask more from you?" Oliver smiled and pulled the package out of cloak pocket.
"Your book selection is missing this certain collection, I thought about you when I saw it," he said giving it to her. She unwrapped the present slowly and smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.
"I needed this, Shakespeare's collection. It includes A Mid Summer's Night Dream, Twelfth Night, and last but not least Romeo and Juliet. Thanks Oliver, I can't believe you remembered this whole time," she said smiling and put it cloak pocket. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Come on Rosie-Posie, we haven't made our rounds to the sweet shop," Oliver said and they both bought unhealthy amounts of candy. Rosaline bought so many Danish chocolates it was head spinning.
As they got back into the carriages, Oliver and Rosaline sat alone on the way back. "Thank you Oliver, you've made my day a lot better," Rosaline said slightly brushing her lips against his for a quick peck.
"It's at least as I can do. You're after all, my Rosaline."
A/N: Well what did you think? I hope you don't mind the language. I dedicated this chapter to Psycho Dragon Lover because she has the closest number. She IM'D me and said 15. Alright for a new one: How many times did Oliver and Rosaline "kiss" each other this chapter? Who ever wins gets the dedication of the next chapter. Drop me a review if you can.