Chapter 35

It was the dirtiest Quidditch match that Tiannah had ever played in.

The enmity between Gryffindor and Slytherin had reached an all time peak, as Gryffindor was in the lead. Tiannah was holding the Quaffle and speeding towards the goalposts, when Flint blocked her. Tiannah growled and elbowed him in the face, which caused Slytherin to have a penalty goal. Oliver glared daggers at Tiannah, who mouthed an apology. Luckily, Oliver saved the goal, much to Tiannah's happiness.

Katie scored the next goal, which made Gryffindor in the lead, fifty to ten. Bole and Derrick, the Slytherin Beaters, aimed both Bludgers at Oliver; they caught him in the stomach, and he rolled in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.

"Fucking bastards!" Tiannah yelled at the two, taking one hand off the broom to stick her middle finger at them.

"You do not attack the Keeper unless the Quaffle is within the scoring area!" Madam Hooch screamed at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"

Before Tiannah took the penalty, she yelled out, "Are you alright!" To Oliver. He gave her a thumbs up and a wide smile.

Holding the Quaffle under her arm, she pretended to aim for the right goalpost, and the Slytherin Keeper took the bait. Tiannah turned sharply and scored. Her veins were pumping with adrenaline as Gryffindor cheered. Gryffindor were still ahead, sixty to ten. Moments later, Fred pelted a bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Tiannah grabbed it and threw it through the goal.

Now, Gryffindor were over fifty points ahead, which meant that if Harry caught the Snitch, they would win. Tiannah glanced at Oliver, who was looking at her as though she was the most beautiful sight in the world. She grinned and he grinned back, before they both focused their attention to the game at hand.

And then Tiannah saw Harry, diving towards the Snitch. But Malfoy was grabbing the tail of his broomstick, slowing him down. Then the Snitch had disappeared again. Tiannah let out a cry of annoyance as she speeded towards Flint, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands. She threw it through the goal and scored, as Gryffindor erupted into cheers again. Oliver was so angry with Malfoy that he let the next goal in by mistake.

Angelina scored another goal just as Harry saw the Snitch again.

He and Malfoy were neck in neck, but Harry overtook him; his fingers were stretching out... Tiannah was waiting on bated breath...

Harry's fingers closed over the Snitch and Gryffindor erupted in cheers. Tiannah punched the air and speeded towards Harry, as Oliver seized him around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder, and tears of happiness flowed down Tiannah's cheeks, as she was filled with the euphoria that only winning could bring. Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, to the earth.

A crying Professor McGonagall presented the cup to Oliver, who was still sobbing with glee. He hoisted it into the air, as Gryffindor cheered loudly, and Tiannah grinned at Oliver, as tears of her own poured down her cheeks.

"You did it, Ollie!"

"No, we did it," he corrected, as Gryffindor cheered again.

Just as they didn't think that they could be any happier, Tiannah felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and there stood Gwenog Jones, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies, and Jason Phelps, captain of Puddlemere United. Tiannah felt her heart leap to her throat as Gwenog spoke.

"Lovely to see you again, Tiannah. I was wondering if I could have a word?"

Oliver turned around as he heard Gwenog's voice and paled when he saw the captain of Puddlemere United.

"And you," Jason said, pointing to Oliver, "could I have a word with you, in private?"

Tiannah glanced at Oliver, his eyes still wild from happiness, marred slightly by nerves. This was the moment that would change their futures. There was no way that they weren't doing it together.

"No. You can both speak to us together, or not at all."

Tiannah entwined her fingers with Oliver's and smiled up at him. Oliver smiled down at her. It was that rebellious streak that Oliver fell in love with.

"Okay," Gwenog said, smiling at the two.

"Firstly," Jason said, casting an annoyed look at Gwenog, "are you both looking into a career of Quidditch?"

Tiannah and Oliver nodded in unison, their hearts pumping quickly in their chests.

"Good. Tiannah," Gwenog said, "You are one of the best Chasers I have seen in years. You've obviously been trained well."

Tiannah grinned broadly, her heart fluttering in her chest. "It's all Oliver," she gushed. "He's trained me all my life."

"Hey," Oliver said modestly, "we've trained each other. We're best friends, see."

Jason smiled. "Oliver, Potter is a very good player. How long have you been training him?"

"He came from a family of muggles. I've trained him for two years."

Jason nodded in approval. "You're a brilliant Keeper."

"Thank you, sir," Oliver said, barely concealing his glee.

"We'll send you letters in two weeks, but," Gwenog said, smiling at Tiannah, "you are both guaranteed to be on a team, as a player or a substitute."

"Thank you!" Tiannah and Oliver chorused, smiling brilliantly. As they walked away, Oliver picked Tiannah up and spun her around, laughing and crying at the same time.

"This is the best bloody day of my life," he murmured.

"Same here," Tiannah said, tears falling down her cheeks, "but I know how to make it better."

Oliver opened his mouth to ask, but he never got any words out, as Tiannah had pressed her lips onto his.

Immediately, he brought one hand to her waist and the other to her head, as she parted her lips and Oliver kissed her deeply. He pressed her body closer to his own, as Tiannah's thoughts were swimming, the burning feeling of Oliver's touch, taste, scent, everything making her unable to think properly. He was an intoxicating kisser, his lips as strong and sweet as she knew them to be. There were cheers from the crowd and Tiannah smiled in the amazing kiss, before pulling away.

Her mother's words came back to her.

You have to decide whether Oliver – and both of your happiness – is worth the risk.

Tiannah knew it was. She cursed herself for being so stupid, but as Oliver grinned widely at her, it was forgotten.

"You're right. You definitely made it better."

Tiannah giggled and wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck.

"I love you, Ollie."

"I love you too."

They both grinned at each other; their fingers entwined once more, their happiness beyond compare.

Suddenly, it hit Tiannah. She faced Oliver and jumped up and down.

"I am on the Holyhead Harpies. Jesus fucking Christ!"

Oliver spun her around again. "I'm on Puddlemere United! Can you believe it?"

"Yes! Ollie, we did it!"

He kissed her again, grinning broadly in the kiss.

"Like I said, this is the most amazing day of my life. We won the cup, I'm on a team," Oliver kissed her cheek, "and I have you."

The Cup was put in the Trophy Room later that day. Each member of the team kissed it in turn, and Oliver and Tiannah stayed behind for a while.

"I can't believe I finally did it," Oliver whispered, staring at the cup.

"I can. You're amazing, Ollie."

He wrapped an arm around her waist and she put her head in his shoulder, smiling up at him.

"Hey," Oliver whispered, "our kids will be able to see this one day."

Tiannah grinned brilliantly at Oliver. "They sure will."

The party in Gryffindor Tower that night was extravagant. Fred and George Weasley managed to procure a large portion of food. Hestia dressed Tiannah up in a short black dress, and she let her friend put make up on her. The only jewellery that she wore, however, was the emerald earrings and the necklace that Oliver gave her. Tiannah, in all honestly, couldn't be happier. Winning was always such a huge achievement for her, and winning with Oliver was even better. They danced in a corner of the common room, his hands on her waist and her hands wrapped around his neck, smiling at each other.

"Y'know," said Oliver, "there will be a point when we are both playing professionally, and we'll be playing against each other."

"Bring it," Tiannah said, smirking.

"You will so get thrashed, love."

"Really? I don't think so."

Oliver woke up in the morning and smiled down at the woman next to him. Her hair was dishevelled and draped across her face, her long eyelashes sending shadows down onto her cheekbones. Her lips were curved in a slight smile, as though she was having sweet dreams.

"Stop staring at me," she murmured, opening her brilliant blue eyes. Her accent was odd: softly Scottish, with a hint of English and American. Interesting. Beautiful.

"That would be incredibly difficult, Tia. See, you happen to be rather attractive, particularly when you've just woken up..."

"Flattery won't get you in my pants, Ollie," she mumbled, stretching as the covers fell off her body.

Oliver's eyes wandered across her body, concealed only by a bra and knickers. Tiannah kissed Oliver lightly before pulling on his clothes.

"Love, its Sunday. What do you want to do?"

Tiannah noted how happy Oliver was looking. She smiled; winning the cup really was his dream.

"All I feel like is swimming in the lake. Care to join me?"

Oliver smiled. "Only if you wear bikinis."

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. If it belonged to me, I would have Fred, Sirius, Remus and Tonks live, okay?