Chapter 23

"You are wearing this dress, okay?"

"Hestia!" Tiannah groaned. "Do I have to wear a dress?"

"No, you don't have too..."

"Good! Can I maybe wear... jeans?"

Hestia clutched her heart and looked horrified. "Jeans to a Quidditch game? I mustn't have taught you well enough!"

"So? Most of the time I wear Oliver's old clothes."

"And that's not creepy at all," Hestia commented, rolling her eyes.

"Point is, do I have to wear a dress?"

"Hmm, a skirt would be okay..."

"Hest, the game is in three hours. Do I have to get ready now?"

The Puddlemere VS Harpies match started at eight o'clock that night. Oliver was at his own house, and Hestia, who was temporarily living at Tiannah's house, decided to help her get dressed.

"No, I guess you don't. Let's go downstairs."

Tiannah and Hestia walked downstairs. Daniel snorted when he saw what his daughter was wearing.

"Fashion statement."

She was wearing a pair of Oliver's sweatpants and his Puddlemere shirt. Tiannah looked down and grinned.

"I was thinking of wearing it to the game, Daddy."

Daniel rolled his eyes and smirked.

"So will Oliver be wearing your clothes?"

Hestia snorted. "Oh, I can just imagine him in that denim skirt of yours."

Tiannah and Hestia burst into simultaneous laughter.

"Wow... that would be a right sight!" Tiannah exclaimed, before dissolving into giggles again. She stopped when she noticed that her Dad was wearing his going out robes.

"Where are you going?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, that's what we wanted to talk to you about," Daniel said. "Your mother, Benny and I are going to Ireland for five days to see Aunt Madge."

Tiannah pulled a face. "Aunt Maggot?"

Daniel almost grinned. "No need to be disrespectful, Tiannah Jane Summers. You can stay here with Hestia."

"Can Oliver come over?" she asked eagerly.

Daniel sighed, running his fingers through his brown hair. "Yeah, I suppose. I guess I can't really stop you now. Ken can come too, Hestia. I don't want to come to a blown up house, though."

Tiannah sheepishly grinned and hugged her Dad in gratitude.

"Thank you!"

"Just promise us one thing."

"Yes?"

"Use protection," Daniel said, with a wink.

"Dad!" Tiannah exclaimed in mortification, cheeks burning. Okay, so maybe she had been thinking along those lines when she found out that they had the house to themselves...

"Don't pretend that wasn't your plan all along," he said, looking amused and slightly uneasy.

Hestia was trying not to burst into laughter, as a furiously embarrassed Tiannah nodded.

"ROLLERBLADES!" the blonde suddenly exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" a bemused Daniel and Tiannah exclaimed at the same time.

"Tiannah, we have planning!" the blonde exclaimed, dragging Tiannah upstairs.

Hestia sat Tiannah down on the bed and grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment.

"Hest, what on earth are you doing?"

"We have your house to ourselves for five days, with our boyfriends AND we can do magic."

"And?"

"Let's have a bit of fun."

After a few minutes of planning, they had an arrangement. Hestia would stay at Ken's house that night, so Tiannah and Oliver could come home and be 'alone'. The next day, Ken and Hestia would come over and stay. Hestia said that she had a lot of ideas as to what she wanted to do, which was fine by Tiannah.

"Hest, what am I going to wear tonight?" Tiannah eventually asked, as it was getting closer and closer to when she was going to be leaving. Hestia walked over to Tiannah's cupboard and looked at her clothes.

"It's a shame that you're such a tomboy... what about this skirt?" she asked, holding up a short denim skirt.

"No way in hell. Okay, I'll just wear a dress."

"Yay! You only have one, and you are not wearing that, because you wore it to a wedding, so it is way too fancy. Hmm, maybe one of mine will fit?"

Hestia went through her bag and pulled out a pale purple dress, which flared out slightly at the skirt and accentuated curves. Tiannah looked skeptical.

"Hestia... I don't know..."

"Come off it, Tia. It'll look great on you."

Tiannah had to admit that Hestia was right. It would show off her long legs, a part of her appearance that Tiannah took pride in.

Hestia went through Tiannah's draw and pulled out a lacy, black, strapless bra and smirked.

"I remember the day we bought that!"

Tiannah giggled. "Oh yeah, that adult shop was very... interesting."

The two remembered the day back in America, when they were in their fifth year. They were able to leave the school and wander around the magical village one day, but Hestia had other ideas. They walked a little past the magical village and went into the muggle one. Hestia found a muggle adult store and suggested that they go in it.

Hestia quickly realised that being fifteen, they would have to do some adjustments to pass as adults. Hestia told Tiannah to do the buttons down on her blouse, take out her hair, hike up her skirt and puff out her chest. Tiannah, who wanted a distraction from thoughts about Oliver, agreed reluctantly.

They bought some lingerie that they certainly didn't want their parents to see. Giggling, they walked back to the magical village.

"You are wearing these under the dress."

"Why exactly?" Tiannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For Ollie, of course," Hestia said with a wink.

"I don't know if we are going to be doing that tonight," the brunette said, looking at the floor. If she brought the topic up to Oliver, he would probably say yes..."

"Tia, I have a feeling that you will. My bestie senses are tingling," she added, smiling. Tiannah snorted.

"But-"

"Tia, if you bring it up to him I assure you that he won't refuse. Guys are like that – they don't think with their brain; they think with another organ."

Tiannah bit her lip and looked at the ground. Well, Hestia would know better, as she was the one who knew all about guys.

"Alright, I'll wear the bra. Your bestie senses better be right," she added sternly.

"Don't forget the matching knickers!"

Tiannah nodded and went to get dressed. In a few minutes, she walked back into her bedroom and twirled.

"You look great, Tia. The dress suits you better than it ever suited me."

"Thanks, Hest. God, this bra is tight," she complained.

"Are you a witch? Here."

Hestia muttered a spell to loosen it up. Hestia curled Tiannah's hair, put some eyeliner and eyeshadow on, a light coat of lipstick and a pair of black wedge heels. The only jewellery that Tiannah wore was the necklace that Oliver gave her. She had a feeling that she would never take it off.

"Gorgeous, Tia. Let's go downstairs."

The two best friends chatted downstairs for a good half an hour, until Tiannah heard a knock at the door. She knew who it would be straight away.

She stood up, as Hestia gave her a thumbs up. Nervously, she approached the door and opened it.

"Hey," she said casually, the casual effect being slightly marred by her pink cheeks.

"Hey," Oliver said, giving her a brief hug. "You look beautiful," he said. Tiannah grinned.

"You don't look bad yourself," she replied, winking. It was true: Oliver was wearing a pair of well-fitting jeans and a collared blue shirt. His hair was wet, as though he had just had a shower, and he had obviously just put on some cologne, which Tiannah liked the smell of.

"You alright? You look a bit... strange," Oliver said, frowning slightly.

"Um, well, Mum and Dad are going to go to Aunt Madge's house for five days, with Benny. And we have the house to ourselves, and I was wondering if maybe we could..."

She gave him a pointed look and he caught on.

"Do you want to?" he asked seriously. It wasn't a question of whether he wanted to or not – he was a teenage guy who had an attractive girlfriend, of course he did.

"Yeah," Tiannah said, looking at the floor. "I really want to."

"Me too," Oliver said, giving her a small, awkward smile. Tiannah returned it and then bit her lip.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Will it hurt?" she asked in a soft voice.

"If it does, I'll stop," he assured, giving her a brief kiss on the lips.

"Alright," Tiannah said, feeling a nervous sort of excitement coursing through her. "Well, the match starts soon. We should probably head off."

Disclaimer: I own this plot and all the OCs. Everything else belongs to the Queen, JK Rowling.