Rose
I wake up the next morning in my bed. I don't remember getting here. I look around, confused. I'm still in my sweater and jeans from last night, but my slippers are set nicely next to my bed. I stare at them, trying to piece together the events of last night, and gasp. Memories come flooding back. The fact that my birth parents are Lily and James Potter. And Oliver… He carried me back to my room. He kissed me.
Or was that all just a dream? I shake my head. "No. You know who your birth family is," I say firmly, reminding myself that part was not a dream. But what about Oliver?
I frown, shaking my head, and then I glance at the foot of my bed, where a bunch of presents are piled up. There's a few from my parents, one from Hermione Granger with a note thanking me for being a friend. And a note from Oliver.
Meet me in the alcove we were supposed to be in last night at 8:00. I have your gifts, but I have to give them to you in person.
I chuckle, then slide out of bed. I put a pair of fuzzy socks on, switch my sweater to a warmer, emerald green one (I might as well wear Christmas colors one time a year, right?) and ignore the rest of the presents. It's already five to eight and I won't miss Oliver again. I can always open them later.
By the time I make it to the alcove, Oliver is standing there, a couple small boxes on a shelf next to him. I smile and walk over to him.
Oliver smiles, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close. I gasp, my heart racing and my face going hot. "Oliver?" I ask, but before I can say anything else, he brings one hand to the back of my head, pulling my face towards his and kisses me, gently.
His thumb rests on my cheek, his palm and other hands tangled in my hair as his mouth moves gently against mine. At first, I'm too shocked to do anything but stand there, his lips on mine, but I melt into him, my hands wrapping around his neck. As Oliver's mouth moves against mine and the kiss deepens, his thumb traces gentle circles around my cheek. It's rough from holding onto his broomstick and catching Quaffles. We pull apart after a few seconds, resting our foreheads against each other. Oliver's warm breath hits my face and I stare at him through my eyelashes.
"What was that?" I ask, my heart racing. Oliver chuckles.
"What, you didn't like it?" he asks, and I laugh.
"No, I did. I just… didn't realize you felt the same as me," I say. Oliver laughs, then kisses me again, this time a soft, chaste kiss, before pulling away.
"I still need to give you your actual gifts," he says, and I frown.
"What else do you have? Knowing you feel the same as me is a gift enough."
Oliver hands me the larger of the 2 boxes, and a grin creeps across my face. "What is this, Oliver?" I ask, and he just smiles.
"Isn't the point of gift giving to be a surprise?" he asks, and I laugh.
"I guess so," I say, and tentatively open the box. It's a necklace box. A dainty silver heart studded with aquamarines and opals hangs from a silver chain on a bed of black velvet. "Oliver."
Oliver smiles at me, then gently pulls the necklace from the box and spins me around. He pulls my hair off my neck and I reach my hand up to hold it for him, and watch as he lowers the necklace over my head. He clasps the necklace, then his fingers brush against my neck as he whispers in my ear, "Both of our birthstones."
A shiver runs down my spine as Oliver gently turns me around again, and then hands me the smaller box.
I open it to find a small picture frame. Small enough to fit in my pocket but still large enough for a decent picture. Inside the frame is a picture of Oliver and me, sitting next to each other, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I don't know when he managed to get this picture but it's perfect.
"Oliver, this is amazing. Thank you so much! Your gifts are so thoughtful. I feel like mine are so tacky."
Oliver chuckles. I got him a poster of his favorite Quidditch team and new goggles for when he's playing, charmed to zoom in and stay clear no matter the weather. "The gifts you got me are perfect, Rose. I used my gifts to tell you something, and that's how I feel about you. But your gifts tell me just how well you know me."
Oliver kisses the top of my forehead, and then I sigh.
"Oliver, I have to tell you something." I debated telling him anything but now knowing that he feels the same way I do, I can't hide it from him any longer. Oliver looks at me, a concerned look on his face.
"What is it, Rose?" he asks and I stare at his handsome face, trying to work up the courage to tell him.
"Well, you know how I told you a few weeks ago that I'm adopted?" Oliver nods, but doesn't say anything, which I'm grateful for. "Last night, I was almost caught by Filch as I was waiting for you and I slipped into this unused classroom. There was this mirror there, with a weird inscription. I realized after looking at it that it was English, just backwards and said 'I show not your face but your hearts desire.'"
I pause, looking at Oliver. There's a flicker of understanding in his eyes but I'm not sure why. He doesn't interrupt me though, so I press on. "Oliver, I saw my birth family." Oliver's eyes widen.
"Rose, that's amazing! You can get to know them. Find out why they put you up for adoption," Oliver starts rambling, but I shake my head before he can get too involved in his thoughts.
"That's just it. I can't. Because my parents are James and Lily Potter."