Chapter Two: Response

Bijou and Oliver waited at breakfast. Holding hands as the owls began pouring in from the windows.

Two owls landed in front of the couple. Bijou smiled and untied the letter. She wasn't sure how her father would react and didn't let Oliver read it.

My dearest daughter,

I understand. When something feels right, it is best to do the task. Your mother and I made the final commitment before we got married. Then it just felt right as well.

You now realize that you must take care of yourself. I know you've always been healthy and active. Yet, you must take extra care, carrying a little one. I will help fund the wedding. I don't think you should have a baby and raise him or her alone.

Are you certain the father of your baby will commit to marriage? If he is the boy you've been telling me about, he has a wondrous career ahead of him. I hope the both of you have talked it over.

Let me know any decisions you've made so we can plan this whole thing out. Alright?

Please take care of yourself honey. I don't want to lose you. You're all I have left after your mother died. I couldn't bear to lose my child as well as the baby she carries.

Best wishes and best care,

Your father.

Bijou let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her father was being supportive of her. He was going to help her and Oliver out in all of this. She smiled to herself and began thinking about what she was going to write in response.

Oliver, on the other hand, didn't have as much luck as Bijou.

Oliver,

How could you let something like this happen? What about your career?! You're supposed to play quidditch in July! How can you do that with a wife and child?! How are you so sure it is your child to begin with? She could be a promiscuous young woman. How can you be so sure this child is truly yours? We want you to find out if it is your child before we support you in any form.

You're talented, Oliver. We don't want to see that talent go to waste. Understand?

Mum and Dad

Oliver's face fell. His parents weren't going to help them out. To make it worse, they thought Bijou wasn't faithful to him. He knew she was without a doubt. If it had taken her a month to let him hug her, and a year and a half to have sex with him, then there was no way she was promiscuous in any way.

Bijou gripped his hand comfortingly, seeing him distressed. Silently, Oliver handed her the letter and Bijou gave him hers. They read the letters quietly, both completely flabbergasted at the different responses.

"We need to go to the Hospital Wing," Bijou said at last.

"I'll take you there," Oliver stood up and helped his girlfriend up.

They walked into the Hospital Wing and Madame Pomfrey looked at them both. "Is everything alright?"

Oliver silently handed the letter from his parents to her. At this point, the older woman was their only ally, apart from Bijou's father. She looked up from the letter and nodded for Bijou to sit on the bed to their left.

"Now, we'll get this all sorted out. Don't worry, Mr. Wood. It'll be but a few minutes," Madame Pomfrey drew the curtains around the bed as before. She put a silencing charm on the curtains as well.

"How will we find out the father?" Bijou asked wonderingly.

"Have you slept with anyone other than Mr. Wood?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"No, ma'am. I've been faithful to him. He's the only boy I've ever dated," replied Bijou.

"Then there is your answer. Just to be sure, however, a quick spell will tell us the name," Madame Pomfrey recited the words to a spell.

A small ghost child appeared before them. It was a small girl about the age of ten, Bijou guessed. "Hello Mother. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I understand Grandfather and Grandmother's problem. The man pacing behind the curtain is my father," The ghost girl smiled before she vanished.

"There you have it. You're having a baby and Oliver is the father. No doubt about that." Madame Pomfrey smiled and opened the curtains.

Oliver rushed in and hugged Bijou. "What's the verdict?"

"She's your child," Bijou smiled.

"She? It's a girl?" Oliver asked.

"Yes," Madame Pomfrey said and began walking away.

"Madame Pomfrey?" Oliver said.

"Yes?" She replied.

"Can you please write a letter to my parents? They won't believe us." Oliver gestured to Bijou.

"I'll do my best," the old woman walked off leaving the couple alone to discuss things.

They went to their classes and met up during dinner. "We need to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Oliver said breaking the silence.

Bijou nodded and looked up at the teachers. Professor Dumbledore was sitting in the center and caught her eye. "I'll go ask if we can speak with him privately."

Bijou got up and walked up to the teachers table. She was nervous and her heart was pounding in her chest.

Professor, Oliver Wood and I need to have a word with you, she thought. No, that's not right; Professor, Oliver Wood and I need to tell you something, can we speak in private? That's better, I'll do that.

"Good evening, Ms. Sauveterre. Is there something I can do for you?" Professor Dumbledore said in a kind voice.

"Professor, Oliver Wood and I need to tell you something, can we speak in private?" Bijou recited as she'd practiced in her thoughts.

"Certainly. Come see me once you've finished eating." Professor Dumbledore smiled. Bijou smiled and returned to take her spot next to Oliver.

"He'll see us after dinner," she whispered in Oliver's ear.

He smiled and began filling his plate with the food before them.

After Dinner:

Bijou felt her stomach churning with anxiety as they waited for Professor Dumbledore. She boldly took Oliver's arm and put it around her shoulder. He looked at her, surprised. "I needed comfort," Bijou explained.

"I like it," Oliver pulled her closer to him, and kissed her temple.

"Now, what was it you needed?" Professor Dumbledore asked walking up to them.

"Well, sir, Bijou is..." Oliver couldn't finish, it was still new to him.

"Ms. Sauveterre is...?" Professor Dumbledore nudged.

"I'm pregnant," Bijou said quietly.

"Ah, yes. Madame Pomfrey has already informed myself and the other members of the staff. As well as alerted your parents, Mr. Wood." Professor Dumbledore smiled as the two began to relax.

"Thank you, Professor." Oliver said with a sigh of relief.

"How far along are you, Bijou?" Dumbledore asked, not letting the two go quickly.

"About a month, Professor." She looked at the ground, his eyes were too intense for her.

"Alright, now you two run along. Keep up on your vitamins and concealment charms," Professor Dumbledore smiled and walked off.

Bijou didn't know what to feel or say. She felt relieved, yet at the same time worried. What would her teachers think of her now? That she was a slut who had been with many boys before? That this was just an accident that could easily be repeated? That she wouldn't and couldn't care for her child?

Oliver, on the other hand, felt relieved. Their teachers knew their secret. His parents knew the truth. He put his arm around Bijou, she looked up at him and smiled. Something was wrong with her. Her eyes betrayed fear, worry maybe?

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked sincerely.

"What will everyone think of me?!" Bijou confessed.

"No one else will know! I'll keep it to myself, and no one has to know anything. I promise," Oliver tried to reassure her that everything would be ok. That nothing was going to happen, that their secret would remain hidden.

"Ok, ok," Bijou kissed his cheek and hugged him.

Bijou watched Oliver have quidditch practice. His team was really good. It was still quite cold, and Bijou's blanket wasn't doing much for her. Once, she had been on the team. Now that she was pregnant, Oliver had forbid it. It was upsetting, with no way to get out her emotions. She brought her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees. The cool breeze lulled her to begin daydreaming.

"Why can't Bijou play again?" Fred asked, still unsure what Oliver was meaning.

Oliver tried to remember the story he'd come up with. Finally, without meaning to, the truth came out. "She's pregnant. You can't play when you're pregnant. I don't want her getting hurt."

The looks on everyone's faces became shock. Anti-love Bijou was pregnant. "Couldn't happen! She's not into guys. Or girls. She's not into anybody," George said in disbelief.

"Well, that's not true. But this is only between the team, ok? She doesn't want anyone to know. I mean, it's her personal business and I wasn't even supposed to tell you guys," Oliver spit out. She was going to kill him. They knew, they, most likely, were going to tell everyone about it. She'd be mocked... wait, what if they connected the dots.

"We understand," Alicia smiled. She definitely knows, Oliver thought.

"We'll keep it quiet for you," Katie flashed him the same smile. As does Katie, Oliver became filled with remorse.

The team left, Oliver was the only one in the pitch. George walked up to him quickly. "Way to go, mate. Who would have thought you and Bijou!" He walked away laughing.

Oliver ran his fingers through his hair, he was screwed. No, he was dead! Bijou was going to kill him if she found out he'd told anyone. He just had to make sure she didn't find out.