Chapter 37

Tiannah apparated home, walking through her door, half blinded by tears of joy. She felt two hands snake themselves around her waist and turned around, grinning as she saw a teary-eyed Oliver. She flung her arms around his neck and grinned happily.

"Guess who's the new reserve Chaser?" she teased. Oliver grinned broadly, lifting her up and spinning her around. Tiannah giggled and kissed Oliver softly, until she remembered that he too had gone for an interview.

"What happened?"

Oliver grinned. "Reserve Keeper. For a few months!"

Tiannah attempted (and failed) to lift Oliver up and spin him around.

"Bloody hell," she grumbled, rubbing her back. "You're heavy!"

"So are you," Oliver countered. Tiannah narrowed her eyes challengingly.

"Joking, love."

He leaned in and kissed her, but Tiannah was slightly hesitant, as she remembered what Gwenog said. Oliver noticed this.

"Something up, Tia?"

"It's just something Gwenog said. About how I better trust you, because there will be screaming fans throwing their knickers at you."

Oliver smirked. "Little do they know, the only knickers I want to see are yours."

Oliver pawed at her backside, causing Tiannah to shriek.

"Oliver Wood!"

"Tiannah Summers," he said, in the same scandalised tone.

"Don't do that again!"

"You know you love it," Oliver said huskily, attaching his lips onto hers. Tiannah mumbled her response against his lips, smirking.

Tiannah heard her parents walk in and ask how the interview went. She ignored them and wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, deepening the kiss. They continued happily kissing, until Jane smacked Oliver on the back of his head. He sheepishly pulled away and Tiannah pouted at her parents.

"Please refrain from snogging in front of us," Daniel teased. "How did it go?"

Tiannah brushed a piece of hair from her eyes and grinned. "I'm a reserve Chaser!"

Daniel lifted his daughter up and spun her around as Jane sobbed with joy. Embarrassed, Tiannah asked her father to put her down.

"Sorry, dear. My daughter is on the Holyhead Harpies!"

It was in that moment that it truly sunk in.

"HOLY FUCK, I'M ON THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES!"

Her parents didn't even reprimand her for swearing as she jumped up and down, smiling, as tears poured down her cheeks.

"What about you, Oliver?" Jane asked, wiping tears of her own from her eyes.

"Reserve Keeper," he replied, as it suddenly hit him. He stood in shock for a few moments, grinning like a maniac, but still managing to look like a deer caught in the headlights. Jane and Daniel chuckled at their antics; Tiannah was jumping up and down and Oliver was frozen.

"We're having a party for you two tonight! We've already arranged it!"

Oliver snapped out of his grinning-deer-in-the-headlights reverie and smiled at Tiannah's parents, whereas Tiannah groaned.

"Come on Tia-drop, it'll be fun!" Daniel said, kissing his daughter on her forehead.

"Fine," she grumbled. "I'm going to go have a shower."

She threw a meaningful look at Oliver, whose attention was tuned in on Jane, who had engaged conversation. Tiannah rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.

"I'm going to go have a shower," she announced again, louder.

"We heard," Daniel pointed out. Oliver still didn't catch on.

"OKAY! I am going to go and have a shower! I will take off my clothes and step into the shower! I will be naked!"

Jane, Daniel and Oliver looked bemused. "Thanks for that announcement, Tia, but we really don't need a running commentary of what your showering routine consists of," Daniel said.

Tiannah rolled her eyes and stomped in frustration.

"Oliver, I think you need a shower too."

Finally, Oliver caught on, his lips parting in understanding. Tiannah threw him an irritated look.

Daniel and Jane exchanged looks. Daniel, who looked distinctly annoyed, nodded at the two.

Tiannah ran upstairs, holding Oliver's hand. She locked her bedroom door and smirked at Oliver.

"You really are stupid."

"Hilarious," Oliver said, smirking all the same in a very suggestive manner. Tiannah felt her pulse pump in overdrive as he ran a finger along her collarbone, brushing the hair away from her shoulder.

"You're beautiful," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I need to shower," she responded, kissing his cheek and hurrying into the en suite bathroom, after grabbing some clothes.

"Don't bother with the clothes, Tia," Oliver called out, just as he heard the shower turn on.

Tiannah showed quickly, slithering into naught but a pair of lacy black knickers and bra, before walking out to see Oliver sitting on her bed, looking as though he had a permanent grin fixated on his face. It widened, as did his eyes, when he saw what Tiannah was wearing. She smirked, as his eyes flickered across her body.

"Woman, are you trying to kill me?"

"No," Tiannah said, butterflies erupting in her stomach, "but maybe I am trying to persuade you into certain activities."

"I don't need persuading, Tia."

"Love, wake up," Tiannah hissed, poking Oliver.

"But you taste good!" he mumbled, evidently half-asleep.

"Excuse me?" Tiannah sputtered, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"The cake..."

"Oh," Tiannah said, before bursting into giggles; he was having a dream. The giggling woke Oliver up completely.

"You should get home and tell your parents the happy news."

"What, that we shagged for the first time in months?"

"No, that you are on Puddlemere!"

At the mention of his team name, his face cracked into a grin.

"I need to go home. I'll be back for the party," he said, kissing her softly.

"Good."

Hestia and Ken came over an hour before the party. Tiannah ran into Hestia's arms.

"I've got happy news!" the exclaimed in unison.

"You first," Hestia gushed, looking happier than Tiannah had ever seen her.

"Say hello to the newest member of the Holyhead Harpies! I'm the reserve Chaser!"

Hestia squealed as the two girls jumped up and down together, their hands on each other's shoulders. Hestia quickly hid her left hand behind her back, smirking slyly.

"Hest..."

Hestia stuck her left hand out and Tiannah saw a gleaming sapphire ring on her ring finger, and looked up into Hestia's eyes, to see that she was beaming.

"I'M GETTING MARRIED!"

Tiannah lifted Hestia up and spun her around (and she actually succeeded, unlike what had happened with Oliver) as they squealed again.

"I'm so happy for you!" Tiannah said, grinning broadly.

"Thank you, maid of honour."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"Of course!" Hestia trilled, hugging her best friend.

After the next few minutes of squealing, Ken complained that his eardrums were hurt.

"Suck it up, princess," Hestia said, kissing his nose. "Tia has to get dressed for the party!"

Tiannah willingly let her friend drag her upstairs, smiling brightly. Hestia forced Tiannah to take a seat on the spin-chair in front of her duchess. Hestia ruffled through her friend's draws, finding a few hair-ties, a stick of lip-balm, tampons, bobby pins and one, measly stick of mascara.

"ARE YOU A FEMALE?" Hestia shrieked.

"Yes! I can prove it, if you like," Tiannah teased.

"Save it for Oliver," Hestia snapped, but her green eyes were twinkling with happiness. "Woman, what happened to all the make-up I gave you?"

"Oh... erm..."

"TIANNAH JANE SUMMERS, HAVE I NOT RAISED YOU PROPERLY? PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU DIDN'T THROW IT ALL OUT!"

"Yeah, I can tell you that... but I would be lying."

"Oliver has been a bad influence on you," Hestia said sternly.

"Yeah, yeah," the brunette said, rolling her eyes.

Hestia stalked over to Tiannah's cupboard and pulled out the emerald green dress that she had given the brunette.

"This dress," Hestia muttered.

"Yep."

"And these shoes," she said, pulling out the only pair of high-heeled shoes that Tiannah owned, which were black and strappy. "Those earrings that Oliver gave you... a bit of make-up..."

"Let's get on with it," Tiannah murmured, picking at her fingernails. Hestia stopped her.

Tiannah put on the emerald green dress and the earrings that Oliver gave her, before Hestia started to do her make-up.

When she had finished, Tiannah looked at herself in the mirror. Wow, she thought. Hestia had done an amazing job, making her eyes look dramatic and smoky.

"Hair time!"

Hestia curled Tiannah's hair, so that it cascaded down her back in a shower of ringlets. After Tiannah slipped her shoes on, they walked downstairs. Tiannah was surprised to see that many of her parents' Ministry friends were already there. Jane, who was wearing a green cocktail dress, kissed Tiannah on the cheek and led her to talk to her friends.

After about five minutes, the muscles in Tiannah's face were aching from grinning so much. However, as she saw Oliver walk in, she grinned despite the aches. They had a very hearty greeting, which only ended as Tiannah heard Monica's faux retching.

Tiannah and Monica had never got along. When she was younger, she put it down to the fact that Monica was annoyed that she never got to participate in the role as big sister, as Tiannah and Oliver spent so much time together. But as she became older, Tiannah realised that there had to be more to it. Oliver put it down to jealousy, but Tiannah didn't believe him. Monica was four years older than she was, beautiful and successful.

Oliver glared at his sister and turned back to Tiannah.

"You look beautiful, Tia."

His fingers brushed against her earlobes, where the earrings he had given to her were displayed. She shivered and smiled up at Oliver, who grinned back.

"You look sexy, Ollie."

"Oh please," Monica snorted. "Save the sappy comments for the bedroom, why don't you?"

Tiannah flushed in anger, as Mark, Monica's husband, smirked.

"Don't be so rude, Monica," Meredith reprimanded her daughter.

She rolled her eyes and Oliver noticed that Mark's eyes were flickering over Tiannah's body. He glared and encircled an arm around Tiannah, leading her away from him.

Mark had never settled with Oliver. He had always sensed something about him that seemed... peculiar. Mark didn't particularly like Oliver, either.

The two Quidditch fanatics spoke to many of their parent's friends, about their respective teams and their futures.

"Is there a chance of any little ones, Oliver?" one woman asked, grinning.

"It isn't off the agenda, but we won't be having children for a while," Oliver replied, smiling down at Tiannah.

"He's quite handsome," the woman whispered to Tiannah, who laughed. Oliver looked cutely confused, so Tiannah kissed him softly. The woman left them to their kissing, which continued for a few more moments. When Tiannah pulled away, she grinned as she saw her parents, who looked distinctly drunk.

"Y'know what, Ollie? Let's get drunk again!"

"You sure?"

"Of course," she replied, grabbing his hand and walking over to the nearest wine bottle.

In a matter of fifty minutes, Tiannah and Oliver were rather drunk. She was giggling, and Oliver was swaying slightly.

"Hestia has SUNSHINE hair!"

It was Oliver's turn to giggle. "Ken has NIGHTTIME hair!"

They both started giggling again, as Oliver led Tiannah to an empty room. He initiated the snogging, to which she returned with feverish passion. Eventually, Tiannah pulled away.

"I'm thirsty, Ollie. Can you get me a drink?"

"Sure, blue eyes."

"Thanks, brown eyes."

She giggled once more as Oliver left. She leaned a wall, picking at her nails. It was a rather unfortunate habit of hers.

She looked up when she heard footsteps, expecting to see Oliver. Instead, Tiannah saw Mark.

"Hello, Mark!" she giggled.

Quick as a wink, he pressed her up against the wall. Tiannah felt her heartbeat pick up.

"I don't think we should be doing this," she said, frowning.

Mark took advantage of the fact that she was quite drunk.

"Yes we should."

He pressed his lips to her neck, and Tiannah squirmed. It didn't feel right.

"Get off," she mumbled, her head spinning slightly, due to the alcohol. He didn't listen; only continued to kiss her neck, his hand slipping up her dress.

This definitely didn't feel right. Tiannah, even with her alcohol-affected senses, realised this.

"Get off!"

This time, she struggled against him, but he pushed her further into the wall. Tiannah felt terrified, but she tried again.

"Get OFF! You are married!"

"Your point?"

When Tiannah stammered out an answer, Mark smashed his lips onto hers, causing Tiannah to whimper in pain as his fingers dug into her stomach. She attempted to bite his lips, push him off... anything, but all it did was spur him on.

It was starting to get serious. Tiannah was trying with all her might to pull him off her, but it was all futile. Her heart thumped in terror as she realised that she wasn't strong enough to push him off, and the alcohol wasn't helping...

She managed to pull her mouth away from his, snarling.

"Get your hands off me, you dick head!"

His response was to punch Tiannah in the face. Dazed, she couldn't even react as his lips were back on her own, and he was pushing her into the wall.

Oliver should be back, please let him come back...

In a matter of horrible, terrifying minutes, Oliver walked in with Hestia, who was gossiping about her engagement. Oliver froze as he saw his sister's husband, with his hands all over his girlfriend. His head span, which wasn't the fault of the alcohol. A primal fury like no other bubbled up in him, as he approached Mark and punched the back of his head.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend, you wanker!"

Mark stumbled backwards and Oliver whipped his wand out, stunning him. As he fell to the floor, Hestia growled and stabbed Mark with her stiletto heels, which she knew would bruise later.

Oliver encircled his arms around Tiannah, as she sobbed into his shoulder. The fury was still bubbling in Oliver's chest, along with a pang in his heart as he listened to Tiannah's sobs.

"Ollie... it wasn't me, I swear."

"I know. You're okay."

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