Chapter Four: Alone

Bijou had meant it. She didn't want to be apart of their relationship any longer. If he wasn't going to respect her wishes, then he wasn't going to respect her. How could she let herself get in this situation? She was pregnant with the child of a man who was no longer there for her. She had given herself to him completely, thinking everything would be ok. Of course it wouldn't be! He was just like every other guy in the school. Taking women for granted when they might actually want a meaningful relationship.

She took a deep breath and walked into the office. Professor McGonagall would know what to do.

"My dear, what are you doing in here? Is something wrong?" McGonagall asked when she caught sight of Bijou.

Bijou looked up at her, her eyes watering and spilling down her face. Professor McGonagall hugged Bijou to her, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. "I broke up with him. I was so angry, I couldn't stop it!"

"Calm down, we'll get this sorted out, alright?" McGonagall looked Bijou in the eyes. Bijou nodded solemnly.

Professor McGonagall handed Bijou a cup of tea. They sat and drank as Bijou told her the whole story. McGonagall listened without speaking up. Bijou just needed motherly comfort. She didn't have a mother and needed it desperately.

"It's alright. Things will work themselves out. Don't spend too much time worrying about it," McGonagall said as Bijou left.

"Thank you, Professor. I really appreciate it," Bijou smiled and walked off.

The common room had emptied now; everyone asleep in their beds. She walked silently into her dormitory, wondering what was going to happen to her and Oliver now. She'd blown it; no, he'd blown it.

The next morning:

Bijou sat silently in Charms. Usually, she would be sitting by Oliver. But today, she had sat as far away from his as possible. She was still angry with him and didn't want to be around him.

A note magically appeared on her desk. She picked it up and read it, I'm sorry was scrawled in the middle. Bijou set it aside and tried to listen to Professor Flitwick. Five minutes later, another note saying the exact same thing appeared on her desk. She put it on top of the other one.

By the end of class, half a dozen notes had appeared on her desk. She picked them up and put them into the trash can. They didn't mean anything to her. They never would.

Oliver knew he'd screwed up when she wouldn't even read his notes. He known he'd screwed up after she'd walked out. It was all a huge mess. He needed a way to make it up to her. It was important that he make it up to her. She was carrying his child and he was in love with her. Even if he'd never said it.

But how could he make her feel better? She had been so mad! She had been furious with him. She would never forgive him.

He had to do something. He just didn't know what it would be.

Bijou walked into the Great Hall alone. She looked around and saw that everyone was staring back at her. They whispered to one another as she walked to her table. She wanted to cry. She shouldn't have yelled so loudly about her pregnancy. That was a mistake.

She sat at the end of the table and began eating. A girl sitting in front of her stared at Bijou as if she'd just seen a ghost. "What are you looking at?" she asked the girl. The girl just looked down at her food.

She still felt the entire school staring at her. "What are any of you staring at?" Bijou shouted.

Angrily, she got up and walked out of the Great Hall. Once outside she walked back up to the common room. There was still an hour left until classes started. She sat on the couch and sulked.

"Hi," a boy said from behind her.

She looked around her and spotted Oliver sitting on the stairs. "Hi," she said in a plain, emotionless voice.

"I'm sorry," Oliver said, his head in his hands.

"What?" Bijou wasn't sure what she had just heard.

"I'm sorry," Oliver repeated.

"It's too late," Bijou said and turned to face the fire.

"I thought you'd say that. So I did this," Oliver said. With a flick of his wand, rose petals fell from the ceiling. Bijou looked at the petals falling before her. He had actually remembered she liked roses.

She didn't know what to say. It was surprising he'd do something like this for her. She was at a loss for words and just looked at him.

"I know I made a mistake. I shouldn't have told anyone. I'm sorry," he stood up and walked over to her.

She didn't say anything, so he continued, "I screwed up Bijou. I'm sorry. I should have told you. It just slipped out. George had asked me why you were unable to play, I couldn't remember the story we'd given him; I panicked. I told them the truth. I know you think I'm scum, and I understand. I should have told you. Please, please forgive me!"

"I... I don't know what to say," Bijou was so confused. She wanted to forgive him. But couldn't make the words form in her mouth.

"I love you, Bijou. I'm sorry for never telling you. But I do. With all my heart! I just don't want to be without you," Oliver's eyes pleaded with hers. He knelt on one knee in front of her, taking her hands in his, "Bijou, will you marry me?"

Bijou felt tears stinging her eyes, she smiled and nodded her head. Oliver hugged her and kissed her. "I love you too!"

Things had worked out. Just like Professor McGonagall had said. Bijou was pleased with the cards life had dealt her.

Oliver apologized for not having a ring for her. But that didn't matter to Bijou. She knew they were certainly getting married now.

Bijou waited until everyone was asleep. She crept down the stairs and into Oliver's dormitory. She crawled into bed beside him. He held her close and kissed her cheek. She felt Oliver snake his arm around her. He pulled her closer to him, enjoying her warmth.

A/N: So I know this chapter is really short, compared to the previous ones. But I wrote this at 11 at night. So yea. The next one will be longer. I promise!!