Chapter 38

"Tia, shh. It's okay."

Oliver stroked her hair until she calmed down enough for him to press the issue as to what he was actually seeing. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Jane, Daniel, Meredith, James, Monica and Ken walked in, and frowned at what they saw. Hestia was kicking Mark, Tiannah was silently crying and Oliver looked angrier than anyone had ever seen him.

"What's going on?" Monica snapped, striding over to Hestia. "What are you doing to my husband?"

"Hurting him," Hestia replied calmly, as she kicked him in the face once more.

"Thanks for that wonderful explanation, blondie," Monica snapped, shoving Hestia away from Mark.

"What's going on?" Meredith asked, surveying the situation. Tiannah and Oliver didn't answer, as Monica crouched over mark and whispered, "Renervate."

Mark stirred and sat up, rubbing his head.

"What happened?" Monica asked, brushing a piece of blood away from his mouth, thanks to Hestia.

He glanced at Tiannah, who was wrapped in Oliver's arms.

"Tiannah," he wheezed, "she tried to seduce me."

Instead of cowering away, Tiannah pulled away from Oliver and swayed slightly, from the alcohol and how rough Mark was.

"I did not try to seduce you, you wanker!" Tiannah cried.

There were a few yells from outside the door, and Daniel walked out to deal with his Ministry friends.

Monica walked up to Tiannah and slapped her across the face. Tiannah held onto Oliver's arm, as she staggered back, pain shooting across her face.

"You slag!" she yelled.

Daniel walked back in, saying that he sent his friends home.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

Oliver spoke up. "I walked in here with Hestia, and I saw Mark with his hands all over Tiannah. She was obviously struggling to get away," he said, his voice cracking as he looked down at Tiannah, who was fighting back tears.

Ken wrapped his arm around Hestia, who looked very pale. Meredith and James exchanged looks. Monica was clearly furious.

"As if Mark would do anything like that!" she snarled. "He is my husband!"

"That fact didn't seem to stop him," Tiannah growled, bringing a hand to her stinging cheek.

"Are you saying he isn't faithful?"

"Yes!"

Monica looked as though she was prepared to kill Tiannah. She buried her head in Oliver's shoulder and he stroked her back slowly, until her breathing calmed down.

"Can I please just go to bed?" Tiannah whispered. "I really don't want to deal with this right now."

"No," Monica snapped. "I want to know what is going on!"

"Like I said," Mark said in a raspy voice, "she tried to seduce me. I walked in and she suddenly kissed me."

Even James and Meredith snorted. Monica glared at her parents and godparents.

"Don't you believe him?"

"Do you?" Meredith asked softly, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. Monica opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it.

"Monica," Tiannah began in a soft voice, "I don't know why you hate me, but I think that you know me enough to know that I wouldn't do anything as low as that. Honestly, I'm not particularly fond of you, but as Oliver's sister, I know that you deserve better than that ratbag."

Mark snarled and advanced on Tiannah, but Monica stopped him.

"We need to talk," she whispered, fiddling with her wedding ring. Tiannah would have felt sorry for Mark and his discomforted expression, if he hadn't just harassed her.

Oliver stroked Tiannah's hair, kissing her temple and holding her closer to him. All four parents exchanged glances as their children exchanged affections, smiling slightly. Jane approached her daughter.

"Tia, if you need anything... just ask."

Daniel, on the other hand, wasn't so gentle.

"Tell us exactly what happened, Tiannah. Right now. We can probably press charges against him... it does class as sexual harassment... and physical, judging on that bruise on your face..."

"Dad, stop," Tiannah said firmly, wiping tears from her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it tonight."

Daniel opened his mouth to interject, but James stopped him.

"She's right, Dan. Just let her be."

Tiannah nodded in his direction gratefully and walked out of the room, hand in hand with Oliver. They walked up to her bedroom, where Tiannah stripped off her dress quickly, kicked her heels off, unhooked her earrings and walked into the bathroom, where she turned the shower on, as Oliver waited on her bed. He took off his own clothes and lay on her bed in his boxers, staring at the ceiling. When Tiannah walked out of the bathroom, she was wearing naught but one of Oliver's shirts and a pair of underwear. His eyes roamed across her body, before meeting her eyes and giving her a small smile.

"Lovely view," she said softly, her eyes fixated on his sculpted body. She slipped into bed with him and his arms automatically wrapped around her, his fingers trailing across her stomach. He flipped her around and grazed his fingers across her bruised cheek.

"Tia... are you okay?"

There was no point in lying to Oliver. He could always see straight through her.

In all honestly, Tiannah was still shaken and scared. Only the warmth of Oliver's eyes comforted her in that moment, as her own fingers brushed against his cheek.

"I'll be okay," she said truthfully. Oliver gave her a small smile and kissed her nose. Tiannah giggled and stared into Oliver's deep, dark eyes, and noticed the flecks of gold in them. Smiling, she kissed him softly, and he smiled back in the kiss.

"Tia," he whispered, once they pulled away, "can you please tell me what happened? What really happened?"

"Oliver, I don't want to talk about it. Please accept that," she said wearily. "But we can talk about other things," she added, as she saw Oliver look slightly dejected.

"Do you want to stay up all night talking? Like we did when we were little?"

Tiannah cracked a tired grin. "Yep."

So they did. They stayed up and talked about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, which they would be going to, their first training sessions with their new teams, which were to happen after the World Cup, Hestia's wedding and their new captains.

"Speaking of captains," Tiannah said thoughtfully, "I wonder if any of my American friends or Theo will be at the World Cup."

"I'm sure they will," Oliver said, slightly snappishly at the mention of Tiannah's ex-boyfriend. Tiannah noticed this and smirked.

"Jealous, Ollie?"

Oliver's lips curled into a slight smirk. "I guess. He's the reason I didn't write to you for two years."

Tiannah pressed her mouth onto Oliver's.

"Worst two years of my life."

When the two Quidditch fanatics deemed it an acceptable time to get out of bed, they did so, dressing and making their way downstairs. Oliver's arm was wrapped around Tiannah's waist, as he kissed her temple.

"Sleep well?" Jane asked, looking up from the Daily Prophet.

"There really wasn't much sleeping. And no, that comment wasn't meant to be suggestive," she added, as her mother's eyebrows rose. Jane walked over to Tiannah and stroked her hair, her green eyes filling with tears.

"You've really grown up," she murmured. Tiannah cocked an eyebrow and her mother snapped out of her apparent trance. "I don't know what Monica has done with Mark, but Meredith is keeping me posted. How's your face?"

"Sore," Tiannah said dryly. "But I'll be fine."

Somewhat awkwardly, Jane began to speak again. "We can probably press charges, if you wish to."

Tiannah shook her head. "No. I don't want to make a mountain out of a molehill, Mum. As long as Monica finds someone better than him... I'll be fine."

One of the traits that both Oliver and Tiannah had in common was their disliking for attention. In small amounts, it was good, but in huge amounts, it was rather discomforting. They would have to get used to is, as they were going to be major Quidditch players in the near future. Tiannah didn't want to drag out the fact that Mark cheated on his wife, because it wouldn't just be a discomfort for her; it would be a discomfort for everyone. Jane nodded at her daughter.

"Well, I don't know exactly what is going on, but I'll let you know what happens."

"Thanks," Tiannah said, giving her mother a hug. "Ollie, do you want to go for a walk?" she offered, once her mother was seated again.

"Sure."

They walked upstairs and dressed in suitable walking attire.

"You look beautiful," he said, as his eyes raked across her tight blue shirt, which brought out her eyes, and the short shorts. Tiannah smiled and kissed him lightly.

"Thanks, but I know that you're just saying that."

"No, I'm serious, love."

Tiannah rolled her eyes and took his outstretched hand.

They walked around the small magical village, smiling at the people they knew. Oliver stopped in front of a familiar looking building.

"Ah," Tiannah grinned. "Good times."

It was the Quidditch league that Tiannah and Oliver were a part of, from ages five until ten. Tiannah's eyes widened as she saw her old coach.

"Ollie, its Coach Wayland!"

Coach Wayland had mousy hair, brown eyes and a tall body. He was fairly young, but he was certainly looking considerably older than he did the last time that Tiannah saw him.

"Oi! Coach! Remember us!" Tiannah yelled, dragging Oliver with her as she approached the coach. He frowned and squinted... there was something familiar about those blue eyes...

"Summers? As in Tiannah Summers?"

Tiannah nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

"And Oliver Wood! Merlin, I wasn't expecting to see you two!" he exclaimed. Coach Wayland looked down at their entwined hands and smirked.

"So I take it that your parents were right?"

Tiannah glanced at Oliver affectionately. "They sure were."

Coach Wayland looked Tiannah up and down.

"She's quite the looker, Wood," he chuckled, clapping him on the back. Oliver smiled and nodded.

"Coach," Tiannah said, "Tully Black, the manager of the Holyhead Harpies, said that you put in a good word for me."

"I did indeed," he said, smiling. "You are a natural player, I've always thought so."

"Thank you, Sir," Tiannah gushed, grinning broadly. He waved his hands dismissively and grinned.

"COACH!" came a yell from the building.

"Sorry, I have to go. Great to catch up with you both again. Good luck with Quidditch!"

As the coach walked away, Tiannah turned to Oliver and grinned. She cupped his cheeks and stared into his brown eyes, before leaning in and kissing him softly. Oliver responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, slowly bringing one up to her cheek, stroking it slowly. Tiannah shivered and deepened the kiss, eliciting a moan from Oliver. When Tiannah eventually pulled away, she gave Oliver a brilliant smile.

"That was fun."

Oliver, however, didn't smile.

"Are you okay? About last night..."

Tiannah's smile slipped very quickly. "Oliver, not really. But there is no reason to be moping around, because nothing happened. You came just in time. I'm not going to deny that I am still quite shaken about it, but please, don't go treating me as if I'm a delicate little flower. Okay?"

Oliver nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind Tiannah's ear. She shivered as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. Oliver smirked at the response. He felt a thrill in his stomach, knowing that he could make Tiannah react in such a way.

They walked home together, talking about Quidditch (surprise surprise). Jane walked up to Tiannah timidly and spoke to her in a low, grave voice.

"Mark admitted to what he did to you. He said that it must have been the alcohol, but Monica knows for a fact that he didn't touch a drop last night. She's told Mark to go away, and she's quite distraught. And... She wants to see you."

"Why, so she can insult and abuse me again?" Tiannah said coldly. She expected to feel happy at the thought of Monica being upset, but instead, she had a hollow feeling in her chest, mingled in with respect that Monica had told Mark to go away. Serves that bastard right, she thought to herself.

"Tia, she especially requested to see you. How would you feel if you found out that Oliver was cheating on you?"

The very thought made her feel like a mountain troll was squeezing her heart. Brushing away the ridiculous thoughts, she snappishly replied to her mother.

"Fine, I'll go."

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