Mio bel Vergine

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

(This is the Revised Version. I apologize for not dedicating it to no one. I did not check who it was in the revised version. If there was anybody. You might not notice the change, but I originally had Snape's father's name was Firenzio but previously learned that his Dad's name was Tobias Snape, I also changed something in the letter.)

Chapter IV- Pillow Fight

Rosaline stood in the stands next to her friend Tory Roué in Ravenclaw. They were both rooting for Gryffindor to win. She looked at the Quidditch Pitch anticipating for the Gryffindor team to come out. The locker room doors opened and they all roared for the team. "And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordon and paused for a second as the team came down the field.

"Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years-" Boo's were pouring out of the Slytherin end and the rest cheered loudly.

The Slytherin team came out, and Rosaline paid not attention to them. She kept her eyes on Oliver and how determined he looked. Rosaline watched the rituals, the mounting of the brooms, and the shaking of the Captain's hands. She saw how tight their grip was. She secretly wished that Oliver would have broken his hand off.

Lee Jordon was speaking candidly into the microphone about the Gryffindor team, "'Course Wood's a superb Keeper!" he told the crowd and Flint waited to take the penalty shot. Madame Hooch blew her whistle, "Superb! Very difficult to pass-very difficult indeed- YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"

Rosaline whistled loudly and shouted with her friend Tory. "Gosh, I love this game," Tory exclaimed her face flushed from shouting so hard. The watched the game on and cheering so loudly that people in the stands around them were looking at them and laughing. The laughter was broken by Lee Jordan howling, "YOU CHEATING SCUM! YOU FILTHY CHEATING B-" he howled dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. She wasn't even bothering with Lee, she was shouting furiously at Malfoy herself wagging her finger.

The game wore on in Gryffindor's favor, they were winning. Suddenly Harry and Malfoy took a dive straight to the ground and the whole crowd was waiting for what would happen. The crowd erupted with cheers, when Harry caught the snitch. She could see Oliver crying unrestrainedly into Harry's shoulder. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie dancing around chanting something, and Professor McGonagall was sobbing more than Oliver was. She looked over Professor Snape who looked horrified when Professor Dumbledore handed Wood the Quidditch cup.

After every one emptied out of the stands, Rosaline decided to stop by the Gryffindor House and wish Oliver and his team congratulations. As she got near the portrait, she could hear the cheers and the merry singing. She entered the site, with Fred and George jumping on the over stuffed couches and the rest of the Quidditch team did the jig.

When Oliver saw Rosaline he ran over and picked her up and twirled her around laughing like a maniac. "You are insane," Rosaline said kissing his fore head as he put her down. "I just wanted to give you congrats," Rosaline squeaked trying to talk loud so Oliver could hear her.

"You were yelling weren't you?" Oliver laughed as Alicia hugged Rosaline and she tried giving them congratulations. Rosaline nodded and she squeaked, "More than you could ever guess, I whistled most of the time too. Tory thought I was insane."

Alicia whispered in Rosaline's ear, "Not secret lovers huh? Come on, why not just date him." Rosaline playfully pushed Alicia away and laughed blushing. Oliver was torn away and was dog piled by all the guys. Rosaline kissed his cheek when he was piled on and said, "I'm leaving, I just wanted to tell congratulations."

Oliver got to slip out of the common room caught up with Rosaline. "I had to get out of there," he explained smiling. His hair was ruffled, and his face the nice flushed color that he always had. Rosaline smiled also, feeling a little shaky when she was around him. She felt butterflies rise in her stomach, something she never felt before whenever she was around Oliver. She felt protected in his arms, not nervous and waiting for him to say something next.

"I thought you played wonderfully today, best I've seen," Rosaline said holding onto his arm and putting her head on his shoulder. Oliver nodded and walked her back to her dorm in silence. "You can come in," she said leaving the door open to him. Rosaline wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire and Oliver joined her, they both were tightly cuddled together.

"I heard you were signed with Puddlemere United. I guess Quidditch is your life," Rosaline said pocking the fire with the iron rod. Oliver sat up with Rosaline and wondered about what she had just said.

Yes, Quidditch was his life. But, there was more too him that just Quidditch. Or was there? He didn't know, ever since his dad showed him Quidditch it was one thing that he new he enjoyed. He thought about it constantly, unless he was with Rosaline and they were talking about something else. Right now he was mapping a plan in his head so that he could jot it down later. Yes it was shallow of him, but was he really that shallow.

"Yeah, there a good team. I'll get good opportunities with them," he answered.

"Well, that's good to hear. I'm going for a medi-witch degree, it'll be difficult. I know it's worth my while though, I really haven't got any other choices," she said sighing rubbing her eyes.

"Of coarse you could do different things, you aren't limited to just being a medi-witch," Oliver said playing footsie with Rosaline. She laughed as he tickled her. She grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the head with it. He looked surprised for a minute and grabbed the other pillow. They had a full out pillow war, Rosaline laughing so hard that tears were brought to her eyes.

The pillows finally gave out and feathers erupted from the sky. Rosaline raced for the bedroom pillows and those gave out easily also. There wasn't an inch of surface that wasn't covered in the living room. Rosaline had feathers stinking out of her hair. She smiled broadly and waved a feather for mercy.

Oliver laughed, "You're a superb pillow fighter," he said shaking his head letting the feathers fall on his shoulders.

"I see you too have abused Hogwarts pillows," Professor Snape said standing in the door way. Arms crossed he looked disappointed in Rosaline. She smiled, laughing until she fell to the floor. Professor Snape turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

Rosaline stood up and throwing feathers into the air she spun around and let them fall on her. "I haven't had so much fun since Severus watched over me when he was in his twenties. Oh gosh, we would have extreme pillow fights. My mother would be outraged, screaming us in Italian that we destroyed all her pillows in the house. She would make us pick it up all by hand," she laughed shaking her hair out.

"Professor Snape watched over you? What is he? Is he your half brother or something?" Oliver asked bewildered. Rosaline stopped laughing and groaned loudly. He looked like he wanted to hear everything and he seriously did.

She laughed nervously and nodded she explained to Oliver everything, "Severus is my cousin, my Mamu's cousin to be exact. I'm Severus' favorite out of all his cousins. He babied me when I was younger. Since my Papa died before I was born, Severus took me in and gave me the fatherly figure that I needed. It was Cugino's way of paying my Mamu back for the protection she gave him when Tobias was beating him."

Oliver shook his head, "I never new, I wondered why you called Professor Snape Cugino." Rosaline nodded and plopped herself on the feather covered couch. She waved her hands up in the air and heaved out a big sigh, "Let's not talk about the past, it is horrible. Only sadness lives in the past."

Oliver agreed and picked out a feather in Rosaline's hair and twirled it. Rosaline laughed shaking her head at his foolishness, "I don't want to pick these up. They look nice on my floor." She said taking a hand full of feathers and stuffed them down Oliver's sweater. He pulled off throwing it to the side and took feathers and stuffed them down her sweater. She laughed and tacked him down to the floor.

Heat rushed to her face when she noticed the position they where in. She was on top of him inches away from his face. Her lips longed to kiss his; he smiled playing with one of her ringlets that framed her face. He kissed her deeply, flipping her over so he could be on top. Rosaline felt the cold marble hit her back, she felt Oliver's tongue in her mouth and her tongue caressing his. His hands were massaging her lower back, and then he started kissing her neck and playing with her hair. The immediate thought was Flint pulling her hair and biting her neck. She cried pushing Oliver off and tried to scoot away from him. He let her go.

Oliver looked perplexed. She started rocking back and forth crying. Noticing what he did wrong he took the blanket wrapped it around her and put her on the couch. "Its okay, it's okay. I'm not him, I'd rather die than hurt you Rosaline," he cooed wiping the tears away. He folded up the sweater, making it into a pillow, and put it behind her head.

"I need to be alone, I'm sorry Oliver," she whispered facing her back to him still sobbing. Oliver kissed her head and left, going back to the Common Room where it was finally silent. He went up to his room and fell face first into his bed, he fell asleep shortly feeling like hell.

Rosaline fell asleep shortly after Oliver left, and woke up to the sun coming through the window hitting her face. Her eyelids fluttered open and she tried covering her face of what she thought was a pillow. She sat up and noticed it was Oliver's oversized white sweater. Bringing it to her face, she could smell the cologne that he used. The smell brought the memories of last night back into her mind.

She moaned mentally hitting herself when she remembered everything. She changed into a pair of jeans and threw on his big sweater. It was the only thing that she could find that wasn't dirt stained, or was clean. Pulling up her hair in a quick pony tail, she checked her face and removed the tear stains from her cheeks and fixed her puffy eyes.

She headed to the library determined to find out some kind of spell or potion to prevent flash backs. The only thing that she could find was a Pensieve, and even that wouldn't be able to help her. Frustrated she pounded her fists into the table slammed the book shut and stormed out of the library.

She was shaking in her skin when she walked down the hall, she looked for Cousin Severus. "Miss Morino," she heard some one say behind her. She screamed on the top of her lungs flung around and pulled out her wand. It was only Dumbledore. He lowered her wand and spoke in a soft voice to her, "Dear girl, calm down. You seem tense, please have lemon drop."

She took the lemon drop he offered and gave him a thank you, "I'm looking for Professor Snape," she said still a little shaken up.

"He left, my dear. He wanted me to give you this letter when I saw you. Whatever might be the problem, I will gladly try to help as best as I can," he calmly giving her the letter.

Dear Little Rosa,

I hope I didn't intrude you and your friend Oliver Wood last night. If I did, my apologies. I came in last night to tell you good bye for a short while, as you now I have been doing extra work for Dumbledore. This morning I had to leave to embark into the mission he has sent me on. He also made me promise to bring back some muggle candy.

I didn't wake you so early in the morning, because you looked so peaceful laying there among the thousands-maybe millions- of feathers. I will be back shortly, hopefully. Until then, if you have any problems Madame Pomfrey or Professor Dumbledore offered to look after you.

Also, the Wood boy is a very nice lad. He told me about your problems with the flash backs. (It would be in your best interest to just stay friends with the boy, he seems a little one way to Quidditch to me.) Professor Dumbledore will give you the potion I made you for preventing anything jogging your memory of that night. Your mind will not involuntary think about the incident, but it won't be forgotten.

I will see you in a couple weeks bambino.

Amore,

S.S

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NO A/N BECAUSE THIS IS REVISED!