Chapter 24

Oliver and Tiannah apparated to the Quidditch game together.

"The Harpies are so going to win," Tiannah said, taking Oliver's hand in her own.

"You wish," he retorted, smiling all the same. They walked to the row of seats that were allocated on their tickets. Tiannah squealed when she saw where the seats were.

"Ollie! These are for the top box!"

"I know."

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "You're amazing," she said softly, giving him a shy smile.

It was a little odd for Oliver too see that his tomboy best friend had grown into a beautiful young woman. It was when her favoured team scored that he caught flashes of what he loved most about Tiannah: her fiery and passionate attitude.

When the match was over, Tiannah was cheering and Oliver sulked.

"I told you the Harpies would win!" Tiannah cried.

"Jones got lucky on the last goal!"

"Oh please, jealously isn't an attractive virtue, Oliver. I think a million I told you so's are in order!"

"Like I said, it was chance. You saw how lucky Jones was!"

Tiannah argued that Puddlemere just had a weak defence, when a voice interrupted.

"Aren't you both two Quidditch fanatics?"

Tiannah turned around in shock. Oh. My. God. Gwenog Jones is talking to ME.

Oliver turned red as Gwenog held out her hand for the two to shake.

"Gwenog Jones," she introduced herself politely.

Oliver, who was too busy gaping (much to Tiannah's annoyance), didn't shake her hand. Tiannah did so and smiled.

"I'm Tiannah Summers and this is my captain, Oliver Wood."

"Captain? Do you both go to Hogwarts?"

Inside, Tiannah was hyperventilating. Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, her all time hero, was talking to HER about Quidditch. But when she responded, it was carefully nonchalant.

"I went to The Salem Witches Institute for five years and I was the captain, then I transferred to Hogwarts in my sixth year. We're both going into our last year. We're in Gryffindor."

Tiannah almost winced when she realised that she was ranting, but Gwenog grinned.

"I was captain in Gryffindor too. So, Mr Captain, who is the best player on your team?"

Oliver flushed and cleared his throat. "I don't like to show favouritism, but Tiannah is a brilliant chaser. Harry Potter is the Seeker on the team, and he's really brilliant. It must be genetic."

A look of sadness crossed Gwenog's features at the mention of Harry's name. Tiannah put it down to the fact that she probably went to school with his parents.

"What's your position?"

"I'm the Keeper."

Gwenog smiled at the two.

"You look like a really good match. I hope to see you, Tiannah, trying out for the Harpies next year."

If Tiannah was Hestia, she would be jumping up and down at the prospect. But she controlled herself and grinned.

"Thank you. The Harpies have always been my favourite team. I was wondering if you could sign my guide?"

Gwenog smiled and nodded as she signed the Quidditch guide for the match.

"Thank you so much!"

"Not a problem. See you round."

Gwenog winked and walked away. Tiannah stood in shock for a few moments.

"Gwenog Jones just said that I should try out for the team. I can't believe it!"

Oliver kissed her cheek and grinned. "You better believe it. It was expected, of course. You are the most brilliant player on the team!"

"Ollie," Tiannah began, "you know that a captain shouldn't show favouritism."

"Well," Oliver grinned, "most captains don't have such a beautiful woman on their team. I literally cannot resist having a favourite."

Tiannah pressed her lips on his. "Wrong use of literally," she mumbled against his lips.

"Have I ever cared?"

Tiannah shook her head and grinned.

Oliver noticed that she was shivering slightly. Fair point, too. It was midnight, after all. Immediately, he shrugged his jacket off and wrapped Tiannah in it.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Oliver nodded and she grinned. He was as sweet and thoughtful as usual.

"Thanks," she said, as they walked over to the Apparation point. Her stomach was starting to flip at the thought of what they were going to do back at home. "Thanks for tonight, too."

"Not a problem," he said, smiling down at her. "I didn't get you much for your birthday, because I knew that this would be a better present."

"I couldn't agree more," Tiannah said, smirking.

When the two got home, they made their way up to Tiannah's bedroom. There was a nervous energy in the air, and both of them could feel it.

Tiannah turned her light on and kicked off her shoes, sighing.

"I swear, heels are torture contraptions in disgui-"

She stopped in the middle of her sentence, as Oliver had backed her up against the wall. He was smirking, and his eyes seemed darker than usual.

Tiannah felt her breath hitching in her throat at the look in his eyes, and before she knew what she was doing, she was wrapping her legs around Oliver's waist and kissing him hungrily. He staggered backwards for a moment, before returning the favour, just as hungrily as she was. He once again backed her up against the wall, this time more firmly.

Tiannah closed her eyes as Oliver's lips left her own and dragged against her neck. Barely stifling a moan, she registered the pounding of her heart, and knew that there was no going back: she was too aroused to stop, as was Oliver.

She felt something hard press against her hips and instinctively thrusted forwards, eliciting a moan from Oliver's behalf.

"Bed, now," she said breathlessly. When they reached the bed, Oliver pressed his mouth back onto hers, as he slowly unzipped the dress. The slowness was driving Tiannah insane.

"Hurry up," she snarled, and Oliver chuckled slightly, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

Once her dress was off, Tiannah started to undress Oliver, starting with his shirt. Unlike Oliver, she didn't hesitate in taking it off; she may have ripped off a few buttons in her desperate bid to get the shirt off. When she did so, she pressed her palms against his toned chest.

"I love you," she whispered, heart pounding madly, before Oliver captured his lips with hers.

Sunlight dappled across their bodies. Oliver was the first one to awake, and his eyes automatically drifted to the sleeping, naked girl next to him. He smiled to himself as he remembered the night before- no, it was only hours ago. Her skin seemed to glow in the orange dawn light, and her hair, which was draped across her face, turned golden in the sun. Why a girl like that had chosen a guy like him was beyond Oliver. He gently pressed his lips onto hers, then trailed kisses across her neck and chest. The latter action caused her to stir. She opened her blue eyes and smiled at her boyfriend.

"Morning, Tia."

"The best one," she said, a serene grin slipping onto her face as recollections of the night before rushed into her mind. It was wonderful to finally share that amazing experience with Oliver. She ran her fingers across his abs, and he moaned slightly, as his own fingers ran across her chest. Tiannah snuggled into Oliver for a few moments, before throwing the covers off that concealed her body from the waist down. Oliver stared for a few moments, before ceasing. The only thing she wore was the beautiful necklace that Oliver had given her. She was never going to take it off. Tiannah stood up and stretched, leaning down and picking up the shirt of Oliver's that she carelessly threw to the ground. Buttoning it up, she found a pair of Oliver's sweatpants and put them on.

She opened the curtains fully and the sun made its way completely across the room. Tiannah glanced at Oliver, his hands tucked behind his head, stretched carelessly across the bed. He smiled at Tiannah, and she smiled back.

Truly, the perfect morning.

Disclaimer: I am not blonde, middle aged or British. That's right, I'm not JK Rowling.