Chapter Eight: N.E.W.T.s

N.E.W.T.s. Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. Oliver cringed at the word. He hadn't really studied. He'd been too preoccupied with winning the Quidditch Cup to worry. But now that the testing schedule was posted on the cork board, it had finally dawned on him.

Bijou hadn't been to sleep with him since the party. He understood that she needed to be alone. He didn't understand why she needed to be alone all the time. She had been glued to the library, her nose buried in a number of books. Obviously she was studying for the N.E.W.T.s, but couldn't she take a break. Just a little one?

Oliver saw her sitting in a corner of the common room, pieces of parchment scattered around her. He quickly went done to the kitchens and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate and a bowl of ice cream. Without spilling, Oliver walked up to Bijou, tapped her leg with his and handed her the treat when she looked up. He sat beside her and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Thank you," she smiled and drank the hot chocolate.

"Anytime. How's it going with the studying?" Oliver asked, looking at the book in her lap.

"Fine, thank you. Why aren't you studying?" Bijou asked, offering him a spoonful of ice cream.

"And miss you wrinkling your nose whenever you get something wrong, nah. I don't need to." Oliver laughed, taking the spoon delicately from Bijou.

"Hon, you might want to study. This determines our futures! We have a future to worry about," Bijou said; her hand gently grazing across her stomach.

"I know, I'll study," Oliver said. He stood up and got his books.

The day of the N.E.W.T.s came. Bijou woke up, put on her clothes, and went to the Great Hall. She needed to eat something, even though her stomach was in knots. Did she really want to be a Healer? Of course she did. She shook thoughts of doubt from her mind. Nothing was going to go wrong. Everything would be fine.

She took her seat beside Oliver in the room for Potions testing. He looked worried, as he should be. Bijou gave him a reassuring smile.

After potions was over, it was time for Herbology testing. Bijou wasn't nervous. She'd studied very hard for this. Dinner was after. She walked into the Great Hall, keeping an eye out for Oliver. She saw him with his head on the table, not eating anything. Oh, dear. She thought.

"Oliver?" She asked. He looked up at her wearily.

"Huh?" He groaned.

"Are you alright?" She asked sitting beside him, her hand pushing his hair out of his face.

"No. I'm sure I failed. Stupid Potions. I hate them," Oliver put his head back on the table.

"It'll be alright. If you did, I don't think you'd need any N.E.W.T.s to play Quidditch." Bijou smiled.

Oliver put his arm around her, drew her close, and kissed her cheek. "Thanks."

The rest of the week went the same. Everyone stressed from the tests, not wanting to do anything but relax. When Friday finally came, everyone rushed out of the school and into Hogsmeade.

Oliver handed a letter to Bijou, who read it.

Dear Oliver,

Mr. Sauveterre, your father, and I came up with a suitable date for the wedding. On Saturday, Professor Dumbledore will escort both you and your friends through the Floo Network to Mr. Sauveterre's home. It is the perfect location.

Get Bijou something nice. Money is enclosed. We also made the liberty of sending out the invitations to all of our family, and your friends.

Have a wonderful last week of being a single man.

Love always,

Mum

Bijou frowned. Why hadn't he told me sooner?! I have nothing to wear! I don't have a dress, or shoes. I don't even have a ring to wear! She thought.

"I'm sorry I didn't show you. I knew you were stressed out about the exams so I didn't want to freak you out anymore. Sorry," Oliver looked at his feet.

"It's fine. I just don't have a dress or anything!" Bijou began rubbing her temples. She was getting married in two days, seeing her father in one, and she hadn't even known about it until today.

Oliver did as the letter said. He had found a ring for her. A small Sapphire stood in the middle, surrounded by Diamonds in a flower shaped patter. Bijou's eyes widened as Oliver presented her the ring. It fit as though it had been made for her. Both of them knew it hadn't been, but it worked. She hugged Oliver tightly, thanking him over and over for the ring.

"It's perfect!" She squealed.

"Only the best for you, love," Oliver smiled, enjoying the kisses Bijou was giving him.

"I love it! I love you!" Bijou smiled and continued kissing him.

A/N: So I know this chapter is really, really, really short. But I couldn't think of anything to write. And writing about testing is sooo boring!! But guess what? The wedding is next. That'll be interesting!! Very interesting! Oh! And many thanks for ItalianBabe321 for reviewing!!! You're awesome!!