Chapter 33

As the holidays went by and school resumed, Oliver was still attempting to win Tiannah back. She, however, was ignoring all of his attempts. It was just easier if she could pretend that she wasn't still in love with Oliver Wood. He didn't give up; there were two things that he wanted – no, needed – to achieve by the end of the year:

Win the house cup

Win Tiannah back

He didn't care about much else. Not that he wasn't happy; he was. Because he was filled with such an intense determination that he knew that he would achieve what he wanted. He had to.

Tiannah loathed how happy Hestia and Ken were. They had stupid, pointless fights. They didn't have to worry about losing each other. Tiannah watched girls fawn over Oliver every morning at Gryffindor table, which irritated her. However, what aggravated her more was that Oliver seemed to enjoy it. Even worse, when Oliver caught her expression of distaste, he didn't look like he even cared. Tiannah and Oliver weren't on first name basis anymore; they referred to each other as Summers and Wood respectively. It wasn't a hostile relationship, but it wasn't friendly, either. Yet, Oliver wasn't about to give up just yet, if ever.

There was another scare involving Sirius Black breaking into the castle. He had tried to attack Ron Weasley, who claimed that he was holding a knife. Gryffindor Tower congregated in the common room, pyjama clad and bleary eyed. It was midnight, after all. Professor McGonagall was giving instructions to the panic-stricken Gryffindor house. Oliver, however, was rather enjoying himself. Tiannah was wearing tight bike pants and a tank top to bed, which showed off her curves and long legs. Tiannah, on the other hand, was furiously avoiding Oliver's gaze. Hestia was trying to position Tiannah's head so that she could see Oliver, who happened to be shirtless, but she smacked away Hestia's hand impatiently.

"Damn, he's hot," Hestia teased, "don't you want to have a look at his muscled chest, broad shoulders..."

"Hestia," Tiannah said through gritted teeth, "I would suggest shutting your mouth right this second."

Oliver had come up with a brilliant plan a day before the Quidditch match, which was against Ravenclaw. After the training session, Oliver cornered Tiannah in the changing rooms. To his surprise and delight, she was wearing only bike pants and a sports bra. She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Robes back on, Summers."

"What?" she asked, uncomfortably aware that Oliver's eyes were flitting over her body.

"You weren't focused out there, Summers. Can't have one weak player letting the rest down, can we?"

Tiannah stuck her tongue out at Oliver. "Hilarious, Oliver. Please refer to me by my first name; I would appreciate it."

Oliver grinned, feeling about ten times happier than he did a moment ago.

"Sure, Tiannah. But I meant what I said, okay? I think we have some training to do."

Tiannah glared and pulled on her robes, but Oliver could see the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. When she was dressed, she grabbed her broomstick and stalked out of the change rooms, Oliver in her wake.

However, his plan didn't really work. When he tried to corner her after the session, she quickly dodged him and ran away. Oliver slumped against the bottom of the goal posts, groaning. Not just because his shoulder was aching, but also because he missed Tiannah and everything about her. The slight dimple that showed in her left cheek as she smiled, the way her blue eyes shone, how her hair danced around her shoulders, her laugh... everything.

Tiannah was feeling very confident about the Quidditch match. Harry Potter had procured a Firebolt, therefore Gryffindor were almost guaranteed to capture the snitch first. Her confidence soared as she saw the weather conditions for the day: clear, cool and with a very light breeze. It truly was a beautiful day, Tiannah thought, as she made her way to the changing rooms with her fellow team members. Tiannah pulled on her Quidditch robes, well aware of the fact that Oliver was watching her closely, and tied her hair up in a tight and practical ponytail.

"You know what we've got to do," said Oliver, as they prepared to leave the changing rooms. "If we lose this match, we're out of the running. Just – just fly like you did in practice yesterday, and we'll be okay!"

Tiannah raised an eyebrow. "I thought that I wasn't focused yesterday."

Oliver's eyes widened. "No, no, don't second guess yourself, Tiannah. You're brilliant."

Tiannah rolled her eyes. She somewhat guessed that Oliver was only training her as a means to be closer to her, so it wasn't really a huge surprise.

They walked up onto the pitch to tumultuous applause. The Ravenclaw team, dressed in blue, were already standing in the middle of the pitch. Gryffindor made to follow them.

"Wood, Davies, shake hands," Madam Hooch said briskly, and Wood shook hands with the Ravenclaw captain.

Harry's fingertips reached out and curled over the snitch. Tiannah cheered and flew over to Harry, as did the rest of the team, and engulfed him in hugs. Oliver was yelling, "That's my boy!" and Tiannah, Katie and Angelina all kissed him on the cheek, grinning. As they landed their brooms, a gaggle of Gryffindor supporters engulfed their team in praise. Tiannah grinned at Oliver, who grinned back and hugged her, spinning her around.

"You were amazing, Tiannah. As always."

Tiannah grinned brightly and giggled slightly, as Oliver put her down.

"Thanks, Oliver."

She paused for a moment, before kissing his cheek. She didn't predict doing it, but in the moment, it felt right to do so.

She realised that his hands were still on her waist. He was looking at her in the loving way that she had come to adore, and she smiled right back at him.

"Ollie, we'll always be friends, right?"

"Of course, Tia," he replied. It had to be the happiest day he had had in a long time.

A week later, Tiannah was still happy from their victory. Only one more game... and if they won it, they would win the cup. Oliver gave the team a short break from training, but he and Tiannah didn't stop. Instead, they trained together every evening, all of their worries and problems escaping as they flew through the air, training for the sport that they loved. One breezy day, after a particularly good training session, Tiannah and Oliver landed their brooms, laughing as they did impressions of Hogwarts students.

"Okay, okay, Hi, I'm Fred Weasley, I enjoy- oops."

Tiannah tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground, giggling slightly. Oliver smirked and sat down on the ground, looking down at her.

"That was such a wonderful impression, Tia."

"Hardy ha ha, Ollie. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."

"Say it again."

"Okay. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."

Tiannah regretted that as Oliver started tickling her.

"Ollie!" she wheezed, trying and failing to push him off her.

"Yes?"

"STOP!" she cried, giggling madly.

"Say it without laughing and I will."

Again, Tiannah tried and failed. Oliver sighed.

"Okay, I'm very sorry, but I will not stop tickling you."

Tiannah rolled around on the ground, shrieking with laughter as Oliver continued to tickle her stomach, which was well known as her weak spot.

"My god, I can't breathe!"

"Suck it up, princess," Oliver joked, loving the sound of her laughter ringing through the air.

"I hate you, Ollie!" Tiannah shrieked.

If Tiannah wasn't laughing so hard, she would have heard Oliver's response.

"And I love you."

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