Chapter One:
Oliver spotted Bijou reading peacefully on the couch. He quietly walked up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun. She giggled and playfully pushed his head away before he gave her more kisses.
"Are you ready for breakfast?" Oliver asked.
Bijou looked up into his eyes, she was the only one that ever did so. She smiled at him, and gently nodded her head. Oliver offered her his hand, which she took.
They walked silently to the Great Hall, hand in hand. Oliver wondered what was wrong. She was usually very talkative. It was Valentine's day and she hadn't said anything. It was odd for her. Oliver just took it as her 'special time of the month'. He couldn't quite grasp that time. She wasn't herself then and she was always quiet then. Yes, that was it.
Bijou grasped Oliver's hand in her own. What if it was just irregularity? What if it wasn't what she thought it was? She needed to see Madame Pomfrey.
Dear Merlin, it's back. Bijou thought, a sick look crossing her face.
Oliver caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's face, "Are you ok?"
She shook her head and ran off. He ran after her, hoping she was ok.
"Oh Merlin, what's wrong with me?" She asked nothing before she vomited a second time.
"You're not supposed to come in here!" Moaning Myrtle screamed.
"She's my girlfriend and she's sick! Now move!" Oliver snapped.
Bijou guessed that Moaning Myrtle had moved because Oliver was at her stall knocking on the door. "Go away," Bijou replied weakly.
Oliver opened the door and slid down beside her. "What's wrong?" He pleaded.
"I don't know!" Bijou cried. She got off her knees and wiped her tearing eyes.
Oliver quickly used a charm to clean up her face. "Let's get you to Madame Pomfrey," he said as he lifted her into his arms.
"Madame Pomfrey, I've been vomiting almost every morning for about a month. What's wrong with me?" Bijou asked, holding Oliver's hand for comfort.
"Mr. Wood, can you please leave? It'll only take a few minutes," Madame Pomfrey drew the curtains as Oliver stepped away from the bed.
She put a silencing charm on the curtains so Oliver wouldn't hear. She began mixing potions together hastily. Bijou watched with fascination at the speed of Madame Pomfrey's fingers.
"Drink this," Bijou was ordered. She downed the drink and immediately felt sick again.
"Lie down," Bijou did as she was told, her stomach churning.
Madame Pomfrey took out her wand and pointed it at Bijou's stomach. "Lift up your shirt to expose your abdomen."
Bijou did as she was instructed, fearful of what was happening.
Madame Pomfrey tapped her stomach 3 times and said an incantation in a hushed voice. Bijou tried to look at her stomach, but Madame Pomfrey pushed her forehead back down onto the pillow. One word appeared on Bijou's stomach; one word she couldn't read upside down.
Oliver had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Bijou came out of the curtains, tucking in her blouse and stuffing bottles into her bag. She looked into his eyes and smiled weakly.
Oliver bugged Bijou to tell him every time he saw her. When they were finally in class together, Bijou wrote him a note saying she'd tell him later.
Before he could see Bijou later, he got caught by Madame Pomfrey.
"I expect you already know about Ms. Sauveterre's condition. You'll need to be very supportive. Make sure she takes her vitamins and keeps up with the charms, this is very important, Mr. Wood. Very, very vital for the young one. Understood?" Madame Pomfrey said in a hurry.
"Um... yea... sure." Oliver didn't know what to say. What 'condition' was Madame Pomfrey talking about? This was all too weird. He needed to talk to Bijou as soon as possible.
He caught his chance at dinner. She was sitting by herself, waiting for him. He sat beside her and kissed her cheek gently. She smiled and leaned into him. "Bijou, we need to talk."
The four most hated words had been said. He was about to break up with her. She didn't want to deal with this right now. Especially since she was... it was almost too unbearable to say!
"What about?" Bijou collected herself long enough to ask one simple question.
"What's going on here? You're popping pills, puking your guts every morning, Pomfrey is telling me you need to keep up with your charms and vitamins for the young..." That's when it hit him. She was... she couldn't be! It was only twice... that stuff doesn't happen after two times, right?
"I'm pregnant, Oliver. It's been morning sickness and I've skipped my period. This is serious, it's no joke." Bijou whispered in the most collected and serious voice she could muster. She just wanted to cry and have Oliver comfort her.
"Bijou, love, is it..." Bijou seemed to read his mind and nodded in response.
They were having a baby. Oliver was only 17 years old and he was about to be a father. Of course he'd had sex plenty of times, loads of times. This had never happened before. He didn't know how to take it. He looked down at his empty plate, trying to comprehend everything.
"I'm scared. I'm only 16. What are my parents going to say?" Bijou's voice cracked and she was losing it. She was about to start crying.
Oliver put his arm around her shoulder, "It's going to be ok. We'll figure this out, ok love? Don't worry about a thing. Just take care of our family, ok?"
"Ok," Bijou whispered. She wanted more than an arm slung around her shoulder for comfort. She pressed her lips to his, and felt the passion explode in her that had only happened twice before.
They pulled away from each other. Oliver smiled, "I think I'm going to like this more than I anticipated."
Bijou couldn't help but laugh at his comment.
They waited until the common room was empty before speaking about their future.
"What's going to happen to us? What about you're career?" Bijou had known about Oliver's offer for a few weeks and was worried it would now be ruined.
"I'm going to take care of us. I'll work, and you'll come with me. You're carrying my child. I can't lose you now," He smiled, his eyes shining in the dim fire light.
"How are we going to tell our parents? My father will freak out. He's been very protective since my mother died. How am I going to tell him?" Bijou felt tears streaming down her face, again. Like before, Oliver wiped her tears away and pulled her gently to him. He was going to be there for her, no matter what happened.
"My parents won't kill me. They know I've been... well, they know we're together and they'll support us. We can live with them until I get a place for us. We'll be fine," Oliver said, trying to be comforting.
"OK." Bijou rested her cheek against his chest and listened to his heart beat.
The next morning Bijou woke in Oliver's arms. They were in his bed, her cheeks tear stained. She sat up and looked around her. The curtains were drawn around the bed, she guessed a spell put on them.
Her heart raced with the anticipation of getting caught. They couldn't stay in here forever, they had to leave sometime.
She felt fingers snake around her arms and pull her back into a laying position. She welcomed the warmth of Oliver's arms around her and his bare, muscular chest under her cheek.
"How did this happen?" Oliver asked, stroking her arms gently.
"Well, when two people decide to make the final commitment to one another, they take their relationship to another level. One with more physical..."
Oliver laughed, "I didn't mean that. I mean how did you not know you were pregnant until yesterday?"
"I just figured I was getting sick. I'm sorry." Bijou couldn't look him in the eyes.
"We better get up, we have letters to write." Oliver groaned as he began sitting up. Bijou accommodated and rolled onto her side.
Oliver leaned down and kissed her lips gently. He felt more at ease doing so, seeing as she had practically snogged him at dinner the night before.
Bijou sat at the table beside Oliver. Her quill was inked and ready to write the dreadful letter to her father. What would he say? The was more frightening to her than anything. He would think she was an awful person for getting pregnant. She didn't know how to prevent it, however. Her mother had died when she was young and hadn't taught her the ins and outs of love. The ways to prevent pregnancy, the ways to tell if one is in fact pregnant.
Dear Father,
I know this is the last thing you'd want to hear from me. But I figure I had better say this quickly so you can have more time to think it over.
As you know, I've been dating a boy for the last year and a half. Well we made the final commitment. I know it was before marriage, but it just felt right.
Anyway, one thing led to another and I have gotten pregnant. I need your advice and support more than ever right now. Please be understanding and don't disown me. Mother never taught me the tricks of being a teenager. I stood no chance, Father, and I'm trying. Please don't be too angry. I'm trying my best.
Sincerely,
Your daughter,
BijouBijou wrote. She set it down on the table once she'd finished and looked at the dreaded letter, afraid to send it to her father.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Well, it happened. I know you told me the ways to keep it from happening. But this time was different. It just felt more right than the others. We've been going out for almost two years and it's been the longest relationship I've ever had. Anyway, she got pregnant. It was an accident! I swear!
You see, her mother died when she was young, so Bijou didn't have a chance to prevent it and I was just so caught up with the ... love, I guess you could call it. We want to keep the baby, she's beautiful, it's going to be a good looking kid. Maybe it'll get some good quidditch genes... I'm getting ahead of myself.
We'd really appreciate it if you would be understanding and support us. We want to make this work. Thanks.
Oliver.
Together the two walked up to the Owlery to send the letters. The only thing they could do now, was to wait.