Chapter Six: Mrs. Wood

"Mom?" Oliver asked. He couldn't believe who he was seeing standing before him.

"Oliver, darling. How are you?" She asked, before turning back to Dumbledore.

"Mrs. Wood, I believe we cannot do anything about it. It has to be their decision," Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his hands not moving from their rested position.

"But you must do something! They're underage!" She shouted at him.

"Actually, Ms. Sauveterre recently turned 17. They're of legal age to do as they please," Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Mum, what are you doing here?" Oliver asked, raising his voice so he could be heard.

"I'm getting you out of the hole you've dug yourself into, in a manner of speaking," she smiled bitterly at him.

"Lindsey, please, not with your son here." Dumbledore pleaded.

"She is not of legal age to carry a child! She's a child herself! I will not have my son's career ruined because of her promiscuity!" Mrs. Wood shouted.

"Mum, it won't be ruined! I swear it! She and the baby can just stay in Glasgow or with her father! It won't cause trouble!" Oliver argued.

"Oliver, I'm handling this," she began ignoring Oliver's protests.

"Mother, listen to me, God damn it!" that got his mother's attention. She looked at him, her mouth agape, her eyes wide in shock.

"Well said, Oliver," Dumbledore muttered, rubbing his temples.

"You need to listen, Mother. Because I'm serious. We're getting married. We're having this baby. Whether you like it or not, we're going to be a family. I love Bijou and that's final. As for her being 'promiscuous', I'm the first guy she's ever kissed! How is that being promiscuous? I will not have you trying to ruin everything I've got here. We're happy! Ok? We're going to do this with or without you. Because Bijou's dad will help us get a house. He'll help us!" Oliver stressed to her.

She didn't say anything. She just looked at him. He didn't say anything and then left. He needed to find Bijou. They needed to talk.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Wood got to him first. "Oliver, I understand that you like this girl and she's carrying your child. But listen to me, your a great Quidditch player, I will not see you give it all away. I will not allow you to do this. It's noble, Oliver, but I don't think it's right."

"I'm sorry to hurt your feelings, Mother, but I don't give a rat's ass about what you think. I've made my decision, and we're getting married," Oliver answered calmly.

"I am still your parent here. What I say goes! Do you understand me?" She shrieked.

"I understand that everything Professor Dumbledore said, about us being of age to do whatever we pleased, is correct," Oliver began walking off.

His mother persisted, "You tell that little whore you've stuck yourself to, to get rid of that baby. I will not see it ruin my son's chance at being a Quidditch star!"

Oliver glared at his mother, "For one, Bijou is not a whore. Two, that baby is my child, we'll do whatever we want with her. Three, my chances of playing Quidditch don't rest in your hands nor mine, they rest with the captains of the teams."

Her face went blank, "What did you just say?"

"About Bijou not being a whore? My baby? Or my chances with Quidditch?" Oliver asked, his face showing confusion.

"About the baby," she replied.

"About her being my baby and I'll keep her if I want to?" he asked.

"Your baby is a girl?" His mother asked, her head tilted, her eyes curious.

"Yea, Mum. My baby is a girl," Oliver figured it out. She'd always wanted a daughter, always told him to have girls. Maybe this was a way around his predicament.

"You're having a girl?" she asked again.

"Yes, Mum. Bijou is pregnant with a girl," Oliver rolled his eyes. She wasn't getting it.

"Bijou, this is the girl you got pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Can... Can I meet her?"

"Sure. Wait here."

Oliver went in search of Bijou. This was good news. His mother would agree to help them.

He found Bijou sitting in the Library, reading a potions book. "Bijou," he said.

Bijou looked up, found him, and smiled. She was still wearing the shirt he'd lent her that morning. "Hey honey. Come sit," she beckoned him.

"Come with me, my... uh... my mother is here," He spit out. Her eyes widened. She stuffed the book in her bag and followed him.

They walked, hand in hand, to greet Oliver's mother. She was still where he had left her. She smiled when she saw Oliver, then frowned when she saw what Bijou was wearing.

"Mother, this is Bijou Sauveterre. My fiancée and the mother of my baby," Oliver smiled and put his arm around her.

"So you're Bijou," Mrs. Wood looked Bijou over. Her eyes glued to Oliver's shirt.

"Yes, Madame," Bijou said.

"Why are you wearing my son's shirt?" Mrs. Wood asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I—" Bijou began, but Oliver interrupted.

"I gave it to her to wear. She loves Puddlemere United," Oliver said.

Bijou smiled up at him. Mrs. Wood didn't know what to say.

"Do you? Do you really?" Mrs. Wood asked after a moment of silence.

"I do, Madame," Bijou, luckily, didn't have to lie about that.

"That's lovely. Have you decided anything about the wedding?" Mrs. Wood asked, giving in to her son.

Oliver hugged his mother. He was happy she'd given in. She hugged him back, keeping her eye on Bijou, who stood mere feet away.

"Not yet, but we'll decide on it," Oliver said pulling back to Bijou.

"Who is your father? We'll discuss what we think is right for the wedding and for your life after Hogwarts," Mrs. Wood said in an instructive voice.

Bijou wrote down her father's name, and their address in France; she gave the piece of parchment to Mrs. Wood. Mrs. Wood read off the note to make sure it was all correct. Bijou nodded, still unable to look Mrs. Wood in the eye.

"André Sauveterre..." Mrs. Wood mused, "And your mother?"

"Adelaide Sauveterre. She passed away when I was seven," Bijou didn't look up, she had no reason to.

"I'm sorry." Mrs. Wood said, before turning to Oliver, "May I have a moment?"

"Sure," Oliver let go of Bijou's hand and walked toward his mother.

"So she got pregnant because she has no mother? How odd! But it all makes perfect sense!" Mrs. Wood said, seemingly thinking out loud.

"Yes, Mother. That's why I got my girlfriend pregnant," Oliver rolled his eyes and went back to holding Bijou's hand.

"I'll be in touch," Mrs. Wood smiled and left the two by themselves.

"Your mother is frightening!" Bijou said seriously.

Oliver simply laughed and kissed her forehead, hugging her closely.

A/N: I realize this one is pretty short, but you'll thank me when you've read the next chapter! Just kidding. The next chapter will be longer. I've got a surprise for you all. Hehe. Also, a HUGE thanks for ItalianBabe321 for reviewing! I love reviews!! Yay!!