Mio bel Vergine

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Chapter Dedication goes to: tenshisenshi & loving.wood

(My gosh, I am a horrible writer- I don't remember mentioning what color Rosaline's eyes were. So if I've said another color, ignore that.)

Chapter VI- Truth Be Told

It was quite obvious to Rosaline would get sooner or later a lecture when she reached Spinner's End. When Severus slung open the door, scowling at her, she knew it wasn't going to end pleasant. As he loosened up, which was helped by the wine she brought him. It was a decent conversation; they sat side by side sitting in front of the warm fire. Small talk, how she was doing, how he was doing.

"Why don't you like Oliver?" Rosaline asked when she knew her cousin was so drunk he would answer truthfully. He paused took another sip of his wine, looked over at her and smiled. There was a long pause, and the anticipation of his answer was going to kill Rosaline.

"Truthfully?" he asked grinning ear to ear. Rosaline noticed that he had showered, his hair was tied back in loose pony tail, and that he was actually wearing a short sleeved shirt with casual slacks. Rosaline was shocked, he only dressed like this when he actually cared about who saw him.

"Yes cugino, I want the truth," Rosaline said taking a sip out of her wine glass. The fine taste filled her senses, and she smiled.

"I don't want him to have you," Severus purred pausing setting his wine down and wrapping his arms around Rosaline waist, "I love you. More than he could imagine," With those words, Severus kissed Rosaline. Far more deeply than she imagined he would ever kiss a woman. Rosaline yanked herself away.

"Severus, I am you cousin! You are a drunken man, and you are not thinking at all!" Rosaline shouted. Severus frowned looking up at her while she yelled at him.

"I don't need to think about loving you, and we are third cousins. I am your mother's second cousin, so it means nothing," he answered softly getting up and hovering over her. "I knew you were going to be beautiful, after all you are Lucius Malfoy's child. You have some of his fine aristocratic attributes," he stated his long slender fingers traced her face.

"Lucius Malfoy?" Rosaline gasped, it wasn't real. Everything that happened wasn't real. Severus nodded kissing her lips again, Rosaline refused to kiss her cousin back. She tried waking her self from this night mare, it was useless everything that was happening real.

"Yes, the whole story about you father dying isn't true. You see before Lucius was married to Narcissa, he had fallen in love with your mother. But to his dismay, he was betrothed to her, and had no way out. He still is in love with your mother, he visits her ever single Friday night. Poor Narcissa believes he's going out with me to the bar to have a brandy. You never really noticed that your mother, Lucius, and myself were all around the same age. It's amazing, I thought you would catch on before I had to tell you," Severus said taking a drink of a potion that sobered him up.

"That does not mean that you can love me in any romantic way Severus," Rosaline snapped. Severus had changed the conversation; he was normally sly like that. Severus smiled again. He put his hand underneath her chin and brought his lips upon hers.

"Severus, please stop. You are like my father; you helped my mother raise me," she said pulling away more quickly than he could of imagined.

"Rosaline, that Oliver Wood will never love you as much as I do. Why do you think I cared for you so much? Why do you think that I am your closest cousin? Blood Hell, I have giving you these signals all year long since you are of age. You've never wondered being your third cousin why we are so close? I knew you were going to be remarkable, you have that soft curly brown hair like your mother. The long Malfoy legs, you have your father's eyes, you have thin frame inherited from the Malfoy side. You are all Malfoy, expect that nose of yours and your hair. You have the intelligence of both sides of the family combined," he told her getting his wine from the floor.

"So it sounds like your in love with the Malfoy's," Rosaline scoffed.

Severus laughed, "I envy the Malfoy's for there beautiful looks, nothing more."

"Severus, this is far too much for me to handle. I'm leaving," Rosaline said and was gone. She Floo'd into the Morino home. Her mind buzzed, trying to figure out day it was. 'Friday,' her mind sang happily. Not thinking twice she went strait into the kitchen to find her mother and Lucius Malfoy sitting having tea and coffee.

"Rosaline, I thought you were visiting Severus," her mother said in a panic voice.

"Oh yes Mama, I've just learned my heritage. How long were you going to lie to me? I mean it was bad enough that Severus told me that he loved me, more than cousin's should by the way , and then say 'Oh yes, you're the bastard child of Lucius Malfoy,'" Rosaline ranted staring angrily at her mother.

"He loves you?" Lucius asked bewildered.

"Well that is great news bambino, you will marry Severus then," her mother said gleefully. Rosaline backed up into the wall and cried. Lucius looked over at her mother like she was crazy.

"I do not love Severus, Mama. I'm in love with some one else," she sobbed into her knees. You couldn't understand her, the ascent she was trying to tame to become normal gave out on her. Lucius protested for Rosaline's sake, but her mothered hushed him by putting a finger to his mouth.

"That is nonsense, Severus will not hurt you. He is reliable," her mother commanded. Rosaline looked up and sobbed again, her body shook violently from the tears she shed.

"No Mama… I love some one else," she choked out sobbing even more. She knew her mother would not change her mind now. It was no use, her mother shook her head and waved her finger at her speaking Italian so fast.

"Severus is a grown man, Bianca. He might love her, but she will never love him, please let her speak. Whom do you speak of Rosaline?" he asked pulling her up to the floor. Rosaline wiped her eyes, as Luigi came into the kitchen.

"Oliver Wood," she said her normal voice returning to her.

"Yes, boy who sucked her face," Luigi sniggered biting into an apple.

"You kissed this boy? Without our permission?" her mother blew up and started yelling again.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR BLOODY PERMISSION!" Rosaline shouted on the top her lungs. The whole house grew quiet and Severus stood in the door way of the kitchen.

She cried into Lucius' chest, he calmed her down by rubbing her back. "I don't like him, he very tall. Too big, and he three sizes bigger than I. He play Quidditch, signed up with Puddlemore," Luigi said biting into the apple.

"Rosaline, he is a boy. His life doesn't include you. He already knows what he's doing. Quidditch is a life," Severus said explaining it to her. Rosaline shook her head, refusing to even let there words go into her ears.

"Why don't we bring him here then? Ask him what he thinks, I think that will be most appropriate," Lucius said hugging his newly informed daughter. He kissed her temple, and was proud of her sticking up for what she believed in. "I think, we'll floo to his house. Me and Rosaline only," Lucius said. Every one agreed and let the two go, when they got to the house Oliver's mother and father greeted Rosaline with warm embraces. They second glanced Lucius and Oliver's father looked a little peeved to see Lucius Malfoy in his home.

"Where is Oliver?" Rosaline asked her voice quivered and her hands shook.

"Mum, who's here?" she heard a familiar voice ask. Her heart jumped and she suddenly felt a bucket load fall of stress fall off her back. He came down the stares and gave her a warm hug and a quick kiss. He looked delighted to see her, and then his facial expressions changed when he saw Lucius. "Rosaline? You were supposed to come next week, what's wrong? Are you having hallucinations? Nightmares? Is Flint hurting you? Because if he is I'm going to beat the bloody shi-"

"No, no. It's my family. It turns out everything, well almost everything; they have told me is a lie. Well it all started out when Severus told me he loved me, and he sure didn't mean the cousin love. We happened to be third cousins, and as you know, the Wizarding World doesn't even consider third cousins family. And you know how I told you that my father died? Well, no he never really did die, he just was never around. It so happens that he fell in love with my lover and was betrothed to some else," she paused when Oliver pointed at Lucius and she nodded. Her speed of voice increased as she became panicked, "Yeah crazy isn't it? Oh and to top it off, I'm going to marry Severus! Life's a bitch!"

Rosaline laughed nervously and broke down crying again, Oliver held her securely in his arms. When she finished she started back up again, "Oh and they don't think you love me. They think you're shallow, and that your mind set is only on Quidditch. And that I might as well stop seeing you because I won't be a part of your life," she exasperated. Oliver kissed her lips, calming her down than every one's attempts before.

"I'll prove them wrong," he whispered into her ear. Rosaline sniffled, "Lucius Malfoy is my dad. And I hate his son. My family is screwed up." Lucius cleared his throat, nodded at Rosaline and Disapparated from the house.

Rosaline spent the night at Oliver's house. They blocked the Floo net work so that none of her angry relatives could get her. Rosaline slept in Oliver's bed with him, she was cuddled next to him happy and relieved that he was by her side.

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A/N: Hey! I'm going Saturday to the beach. I'll be gone for a week. So you guys give me the most reviews that you can possible muster up. Even review the other chapters you haven't! Make me a pleasant person when I come back. LOL! Alright, down to the Dedication Question. Well it's most of a challenge.

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1. (this one is a challenge) I want you to write to me in email, what you think about how am I going to end this story!

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-B.V