Chapter 30

Tiannah ran into her dormitory, threw herself down on her bed and buried her head in her pillow.

Hestia walked in and frowned, hearing Tiannah's sobs. Only one person could make her cry like that.

Oliver.

"Tia..."

"Go away," came the muffled reply. Hestia didn't listen; she took the pillow away from her best friend and sat on the side of the bed.

"What happened?"

Tiannah explained everything that happened. Hestia was furious.

"So, with all your collective wisdom, you freaking broke up with him!"

"What choice did I have," Tiannah snapped. "He didn't trust me enough to believe me. How would you like it if Ken was saying that you still had feelings for an ex who supposedly treated you like crap?"

Hestia didn't answer. She crawled into bed with Tiannah and comforted her as she sobbed.

Tiannah had about an hour's sleep that night. Every time she came close to falling asleep, she remembered Oliver's smile as they fell asleep together, and a wave of sadness swept through her body again. She was angry at Oliver, angry at Hestia, angry at Flint, angry at Diggory... angry at the situation. When the time came that she was to wake up for the day, she was very grateful that it was Saturday, therefore there were no lessons. Hestia opened Tiannah's bed curtains and was greeted by her best friend, who quite frankly, looked a mess. Her face was puffy, her eyes were bloodshot and she had circles under her eyes.

"Would you like me to bring some breakfast down up for you?" Hestia asked. Tiannah wiped her eyes and shook her head.

"No. I'll go down," she said boldly, standing up and pulling on some clothes. A fresh wave of sadness over swept her body as she saw one of Oliver's Puddlemere shirts in her draw. Stifling a sob, she pulled on one of her Harpies shirts, a pair of leggings, and made her way downstairs with Hestia.

The minute she entered the Great Hall, there was an outbreak of muttering. Tiannah bit her lip to stop it from wobbling and held her head high, taking a seat next to Fred Weasley. He looked curiously at her red eyes and puffy face, but she ignored it, taking a bite of toast and disregarding the stares from her fellow Hogwarts students. When Oliver walked in, Tiannah bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away furiously. Oliver took a seat opposite Tiannah, but a few seats to the right. After a while, Tiannah snuck a glance at him. He met her eyes and held the gaze for a moment. His eyes were bloodshot and it didn't look as though he had had much sleep either. Just the sight of her best friend and ex boyfriend looking so miserable almost made her burst into tears again.

Slowly, the week went by. Tiannah and Oliver were both miserable. The news of their break up spread like wildfire through the school: Gryffindor's Quidditch star dumped her captain. Girls took this as their opportunity to treat Tiannah horribly and treat Oliver like a hero. Yeah, Tiannah thought bitterly, that makes total sense.

One day, Tiannah was on her way to Potions, when Oliver's ex girlfriend, Diana, and a few of her friends cornered her.

"How could you hurt him like that!" one of them exclaimed.

Tiannah snorted. "Oi, bitchface, you have no idea what the situation was. I would suggest keeping your abnormally large nose out of our business."

Diana flipped her hair. "There isn't an 'our' anymore. You cheated on him with Cedric Diggory. Enough said."

A bubble of fury formed in Tiannah's chest. That was the second time she had been accused of cheating on a partner. She clenched her teeth and looked down at the girls.

"I suggest keeping your noses out of business that doesn't concern you, or else I will make your nose keep out of my business. Got that?"

Diana looked comically flabbergasted.

Then she slapped Tiannah across the face.

The brunette held a hand to her cheek. It stung, but it didn't hurt as much as she expected it to. It was more the fact that Diana had the audacity, the nerve and the will to slap her that made Tiannah push her into a wall. She screamed, but Tiannah didn't cease.

"I swear, if you even attempt at trying anything on Oliver, I will fuck up that already fucked up face of yours. Got it, sweetie?"

Suddenly, two warm hands were on Tiannah's shoulders, pulling her away from Diana. Tiannah turned around and felt her eyes brim with tears as she saw Oliver.

"Tiannah, stop. They aren't worth it," he said, glaring at the girls. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he added in an undertone.

Did she want to? Yes, she did. She needed to talk to Oliver about what happened. Since there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, they could try at being friends. But that isn't what I really want, thought Tiannah. She was still angry at Oliver for not trusting her, but in the week and three days that they had been apart, Tiannah wanted more than anything for Oliver to hold her, kiss her and tell her that he loved her.

"Okay," she whispered, and she followed Oliver out onto the Quidditch pitch. They took a seat on the stands. Oliver initiated conversation.

"Tia... Tiannah," he corrected himself, "are you sleeping?"

Tiannah had a feeling that it wasn't what Oliver was going to say, but she answered.

"No."

Only because you aren't sleeping with me.

"Well... you'll need your sleep. Remember, we have a cup to win."

"Maybe you should stop being a hypocrite before you even think about winning," Tiannah snapped angrily.

Oliver didn't answer. He ran a finger against her cheek, causing her to blush and shiver.

"Diana got you good," he mumbled, ceasing his caressing.

"Oliver... why don't you trust me?"

"Tia, I do. I really do. But it's just..."

"What?"

"You're too perfect for me," he mumbled, the slightest and almost unnoticeable blush spreading across his cheeks. "I don't deserve you. You're right. Diggory is a good guy. He's popular and smart and kind..."

"What are you on about?" Tiannah asked incredulously.

"Flint. He confunded Diggory. After he asked you out, he thought that by making Diggory treat you cruelly, it would mess with me, and by extension, the Quidditch team."

Tiannah froze. Suddenly, it all made sense. Diggory's insistence that they broke up differently, Flint's stalker-like attitude...

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. When I realised that you really thought that Diggory did nothing wrong, and you suspected that Flint had something to do with it, I forced the truth out of him. Tia..."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Tiannah wiped a tear away from her eyes. "I know. But I think that we should just be friends."

Oliver's face fell. Tiannah knew that it was probably for the best. Oliver had always been her best friend, and always would be. But would that be so if they fought? Could there be a chance that one day, they would break up and never speak to each other again? Staying friends was the safer option. And there was one thing that they both agreed on: they couldn't lose each other. Even if it meant not doing what their hearts desired.

"Okay. Friends forever."

As Oliver was drifting to sleep that night, all he could think about was Tiannah. Tiannah, with her beautiful smile, Tiannah, with her glittering blue eyes, Tiannah, with her fiery and passionate attitude...

Tiannah. Who wasn't his girl anymore.

But the shadow of a grin formed on his face as he remembered a day when they were five years old. Something that she didn't even know about.

Oliver and Tiannah were five years old and playing families. Oliver was her husband and Tiannah was his wife. At that age, the two didn't understand their parent's teasing. Playing a game like families didn't seem like anything odd or embarrassing in the slightest.

"I'm a famous Quidditch player," Tiannah said, with her hands on her hips.

"So am I," Oliver said, smiling at his best friend.

"You are a Daddy and I am a Mummy. Our kids name is broomstick."

Tiannah held up her broomstick that had crude drawing of a humans face on it. Oliver grinned and lifted Tiannah up.

"What are you doing?" she yelled angrily.

"I saw my Daddy pick up Mummy like this. He put her in bed."

"Oh, okay," Tiannah said happily. Oliver placed her on the bed and crawled in with her.

"Ollie... what are we doing?" she asked, feeling a little scared as his arms were wrapped around her.

"This is what husbands and wives do, I think. I saw Mummy and Daddy cuddling in bed once."

"I saw my Mummy and Daddy nude," Tiannah said, turning around and facing Oliver.

"Ew!"

"I know. It was yucky!"

Slowly, Tiannah was falling asleep. When she was asleep, Oliver kissed her on the lips; he had seen his parents do so many times.

"Goodnight, wife."

His grin slid off his face as he realised that their childhood games and fantasies of being a married couple would never come true.

Disclaimer: Me no ownsies. Me also not five, but me feel like speaking like one.