Chapter 21
A week had passed since Oliver's birthday. Tiannah and Oliver were doing homework by the common room fire, groaning.
"If I'm going to be a Quidditch Star, do I really need to know about Goblin Rebellions? I don't think so!" Tiannah grumbled.
"We could always do something more... entertaining?" Oliver suggested.
"And that is?"
"Snogging."
Tiannah brushed a piece of hair from her eyes. "Oliver, it isn't enough anymore. Sure, you're a great kisser, don't get me wrong..."
"What are you talking about?" Oliver asked, confusion evident in his brown eyes.
"You are adorable when you're confused. What do you think I mean?"
"I don't know!"
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't!"
"Sex, Oliver! I want to have sex with you!"
Tiannah had been thinking about it for a while now. She was a little nervous, which was to be expected, but she trusted Oliver completely and wanted to share the experience with him and only him.
Oliver's eyes widened and Tiannah turned pink. Maybe being so forward wasn't such a good idea...
"Tia... I don't know. I just want everything to be perfect... and I really don't want to do it at Hogwarts, much less my dormitory..."
"That's your excuse? If you didn't want to do it, you could have just said so!"
Oliver cupped Tiannah's cheeks and looked into her watery blue eyes. "You have no idea how much I want to. I really do. Right now, all I want to do is throw you down on the floor and make you mine forever. Honestly, it is all I think about before I go to bed at night. But I want it to be perfect. Please believe me, Tia."
No one had ever said anything that romantic to Tiannah in her whole life... she squirmed slightly and grinned.
It was then that she realised that she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Oliver Wood.
"I love you," she whispered.
An unusual expression crossed Oliver's features. "Damn."
Again, Tiannah's eyes filled with tears. Had she said it too soon? Or worse: did Oliver not feel the same way?
Oliver rubbed her shoulder, smiling in a comforting way. "I wanted to say it first."
A grin found its way onto Tiannah's features.
"I love you, Tia."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling.
The weeks drew on. One day, after Transfiguration, Tiannah and Oliver found themselves in an empty corridor. He smirked and kissed her gently, pushing her against a wall. Their kissing soon became very heated. Tiannah's fingers were tangled in Oliver's hair, and his hands were up her shirt, squeezing her breasts every so often. This caused Tiannah to grip Oliver tighter and kiss him deeply. He growled in pleasure as his lips left her own and travelled to her neck, where each kiss left a tingling area.
"Ollie... god, you've got to stop," she said breathlessly.
"Probably," Oliver mumbled into her neck, and her knees felt weak at the glorious feeling. His lips meant hers again in a fiery passion; there was a hunger that kissing could not tame...
"I want to shag you right now so badly," he groaned against her lips.
"A public display of affection in the hall is utterly disgraceful!" Professor McGonagall's voice said. Tiannah jumped away at the voice, and two snickering twins stood where she heard the voice.
"That was brilliant, Fred!" George exclaimed. Oliver was seething.
"Ooh, Olliekins is angry! Aw, was he close to shagging Tiannah? Oh, we do apologise!" Fred said in mock sorrow.
"Shove off Fred," an incensed Tiannah said, grabbing Oliver's hand and walking out of the hall.
"Sorry, love. I think I went a little too far..."
"Don't worry about it," Tiannah said shortly, kissing Oliver's cheek. She only had just realised that they were both panting hard. Blushing, she walked to her next lesson.
"Ginny Weasley has been taken into the Chamber of Secrets."
Tiannah paled as McGonagall addressed Gryffindor house.
"There will be no more Hogwarts. Pack your bags tonight. The train will be leaving tomorrow morning."
Oliver's arm found its way around Tiannah as they walked up to Oliver's dorm.
"I can't believe it... she's practically guaranteed to be dead," Tiannah said in a hollow voice. A few tears pricked her eyes as she thought about Ginny.
"She... she was so cute and sweet. Such a sweet little girl, always offered to help clean my broom when I needed to."
Oliver held on to her as she quietly sobbed.
"I really love you, Oliver. Don't forget it."
"I wasn't thinking of it."
As Tiannah lay in her bed that night, her possessions packed, she thought back to a week ago, when it was her seventeenth birthday. She had received so many presents... but most of all, love from everyone she loved. It seemed so unfair that the Weasleys lost Ginny Weasley. Just the thought of losing her parents, her godparents, Benny, Oliver, Hestia or Ken brought tears to her eyes.
"Tiannah! Wake up!" Hestia exclaimed.
"Hmm."
"Ginny's safe! Harry saved her!"
"Harry Potter?"
"Yes!"
Tiannah shot up and grinned. "That's such a relief!"
Hestia nodded and helped Tiannah up. "It happened last night, and now the Chamber is closed! We don't have to leave!"
Tiannah realised how lucky she was to have friends that loved her.
"Hest... we've been so caught up in having boyfriends this year, but we're still tight, right?"
"Of course," Hestia said, hugging Tiannah and kissing her cheek. "Sisters forever."
The end of the year came all too quickly. The term passed in a haze of blazing sunshine, and Tiannah and Oliver would play Quidditch from dawn until dusk on weekends. Just like it was when they were little. Exams were cancelled as a school treat, and the Quidditch Cup wasn't awarded. Oliver was bitter.
But together, the two of them couldn't be happier. They sat in a compartment on the train ride home together.
"You'll win that cup next year. I know you will."
"Even if I don't, I have you. This year has been amazing, Tia. I love you."
The sunlight poured into the train windows, dappling the two with light. She had never looked more beautiful to Oliver, with her sun kissed hair glinting in the glorious sunlight. But it was the eyes that shined the brightest, like glittering pools of the most dazzling blue you could imagine.
"I love you too."
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