Chapter 40

"Sure, Martin," Hestia cooed, twirling her hair. Tiannah rolled her eyes as Hestia flirted with the realtor. They were currently looking at a unit that Tiannah quite liked. Martin led them through the door.

The kitchen was fairly large and quite modern looking. The set of magical units were in good condition too, and at a fairly reasonable price. The particular unit that Tiannah and Hestia were viewing would cost seven hundred galleons. Hestia giggled as Martin made a very corny joke about an oven, but when he wasn't looking, she made a vomiting motion to Tiannah.

Martin showed the two women the bedrooms, which had en suite bathrooms, the living room and the balcony. Martin left them alone to discuss the verdict.

"I think we should go for it," Hestia said, her green eyes glinting. "It's affordable, cosy, practical and in good condition. It isn't too far from Holyhead Headquarters, and I've been for an interview at the Daily Prophet, and if I get the job, it isn't too far from there either."

Tiannah nodded. "I think so too."

"So should we tell Martin?"

"Yes!"

Hestia walked towards Martin; her hips swaying more than what would be considered acceptable. She giggled and began to speak.

"Tiannah and I would love this unit, Martin."

He grinned, winking at Tiannah, who rolled her eyes quite openly.

"Sure, ladies. I have the paperwork here, if you would care to sign," he said, speaking to Tiannah's chest, which annoyed her greatly. "And the payments must be handed in by the end of the week."

Hestia and Tiannah nodded and signed the allocated paperwork, grinning. When it was finished being signed, Martin gathered up the sheets and winked at the two women.

"I'll be seeing you both later this week, to collect the payments. You are both very beautiful," he added. Tiannah death-glared him, as Hestia pretended to blush.

"Thanks," Tiannah growled.

"And you can move in on Saturday."

"That sounds great!" Tiannah said, pretending to swoon at his words. "I'll tell my boyfriend!"

To both of the girl's amusement, Martin paled and cleared his throat. Tiannah smirked and grabbed Hestia's arm, who waved at Martin before they disapparated. It had been a long day of wearing ridiculously high heels, dealing with sleazy realtors and (on Tiannah's behalf) listening to Hestia's high-pitched squeals. They walked through the door of Tiannah's house (which she would soon not be living in) and kicked off their heels, groaning. Jane approached them and asked how it went.

"We almost officially own a unit!" Tiannah exclaimed, smiling broadly. Jane hugged both Tiannah and Hestia, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I can't believe you're moving out..." Jane whispered, wiping her eyes. Tiannah herself was struggling to come to terms about it. Moving away from home saddened her, but it also excited her as she thought about the future and the prospects it held. Smiling, she hugged her mother once more, as they discussed what the unit looked like.

"We're going shopping on Wednesday," Hestia gushed, "And we're moving in on Saturday. Then there's the Quidditch World Cup on Sunday-"

"Oh, crap," Tiannah exclaimed, checking her watch. "Sorry, gotta go. Oliver," she added, walking out of the door and apparating to Oliver's house.

Oliver answered the door, smiling when he saw Tiannah.

"You look beautiful," he said, kissing her lightly. She pulled away, grinning.

"Thanks, Ollie. Guess what?"

Tiannah told Oliver all about the unit and their plans. He lapped it all up, grinning. She looked so happy and excited about everything, which caused his heart to soar. Her bright blue eyes were glinting with happiness, as she continued to talk about her unit, along with added in topics such as Quidditch, Quidditch, oh, and Quidditch. Tiannah stopped talking as she noticed the look in Oliver's eyes.

"What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't. Care to elaborate?" she teased.

"Not particularly."

"Tia," Hestia moaned. "If we get this lamp, it might look tacky... but the tassels are so pretty!"

For twenty minutes, Hestia had been debating whether lamps that were identical bar for the tassels would look better. The shopkeepers looked curiously at the whining blonde and the annoyed yet bemused looking brunette.

"Let's move onto the beds now, shall we?" Tiannah said, dragging Hestia over to the beds. The magical furniture shop was large and had many rooms that had various selections of furniture. Hestia pouted but squealed when she saw the beds. She jumped on one and sighed.

"Ah... just like heaven," she said dreamily.

"I'm sure you'll be reaching that with Ken on that bed," Tiannah joked, and Hestia slapped her hand.

"Bad Tiannah! No mentioning my sex life in this shop!"

"Keep your voice down," Tiannah hissed, looking around.

Hestia rolled her eyes, grinning wickedly.

"I think I'll buy this bed, Tia," she said, still grinning. It was a king sized bed that Tiannah liked, but she wasn't going to part with her own queen-sized bed at home.

"I'll keep my own bed," Tiannah said, "its special," she added, winking.

"Oh, did you lose your virginity in it!" Hestia said, very loudly. Tiannah blushed as some elderly women glared in their direction. Hestia grabbed Tiannah's arm and stuck her tongue out at the women. "Yeah, we're lesbians," she hissed, as the women scuttled away. Smirking, Hestia continued to debate over which lamp would look better.

Monica officially divorced Mark on Friday, the day before Hestia and Tiannah moved into their unit. They went over to Monica's house and comforted her, at Monica's request.

Despite the fact that they were four years apart, Tiannah, Hestia and Monica had a lot in common. When the two friends left, they felt considerably happier, as did Monica. Hestia wasn't going to the World Cup, but Tiannah was, and she offered for Monica to tag along. They were going with Oliver's parents (Tiannah's parents had a ministry meeting that day) and Benny, who was completely bouncing at the thought of watching professional Quidditch.

The next day, Monica helped Tiannah and Hestia move in, along with Jane and Meredith. Jane was sobbing the whole time (Meredith was the one who comforted her) and Hestia was fussing on where to put the coffee table. Oliver and Ken were having what Hestia described as 'bonding time', which is why they weren't present that day. Tiannah could see that Hestia was a little upset, as her parents had kicked her out of home and they weren't there to see her move in to a new home. But Hestia wasn't a pessimistic female, nor did she mope. Oliver and Ken were having what Hestia described as 'bonding time'.

Tiannah was in her new bedroom, organising and placing her possessions and furniture. Her bed and bedside table were going directly opposite from the windows, which were lined with pale purple curtains, and had two layers: lace and fabric, for both day and night. Currently, both layers of curtain were opened, so the late afternoon light spread across her bed, which was the same colour as the curtains. She had a small desk in the corner, and her duchess was close to the walk in wardrobe. What Tiannah liked most, however, was the elegant en suite bathroom.

After about an hour, her room was completely organised. Her Nimbus 2003 (the newest edition that she received when she was accepted on the Holyhead Harpies, but was only given a few days ago) was perched up on two large hooks that she fastened on the wall above her bed. Tiannah stepped back and admired her room, a few tears pricking her eyes. Jane walked in and wrapped an arm around her daughter.

"It looks amazing, Tiannah," she said, smiling.

"Thanks, Mum," Tiannah said, mentally blaming her mother for her emotional disposition.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. Tiannah and Jane quickly made their way to where the squeal ensued, only to find Meredith, who was staring at Hestia's room, horrified.

Tiannah felt the same way. Evidently, Hestia had dyed the room bright, obnoxious pink.

"What the hell!" Tiannah yelled, shielding her eyes.

"I love it!" Hestia squealed, jumping up and down. Tiannah exchanged glances with Meredith and Jane, who looked just as sickened as she felt.

"I'm sure Ken will like this," Tiannah said, looking resolutely down at the carpet.

"He'll like it or I won't shag him," she said simply, fixing up her obnoxiously pink bed sheets. Tiannah blushed as Jane and Meredith chuckled.

"Bonding time is what I told Hestia we were doing," Ken said, as they ordered drinks from the muggle pub.

"You do realise that you are engaged?" Oliver asked.

"Hestia won't mind," Ken said, grinning, although he sounded doubtful.

"Tiannah will probably kill me," Oliver muttered, as a muggle woman in skimpy clothing winked at him.

"Only if she finds out."

"Oh, she definitely will," Oliver said, groaning.

"Hey, I'm going to be a married man in less than a year. Then I definitely won't be allowed to go to strip clubs."

Oliver rolled his eyes at Ken's faulty logic. "I have a girlfriend who I really don't think will appreciate this," he said, glancing around, as though he was scared that Tiannah would be near him.

"When do you think you'll pop the question?" Ken asked, winking at a woman who had just served his drinks.

Oliver had been thinking about it in recent times. Tiannah was the only woman who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he didn't want to lose her as he did for those few months. But a few things were getting in the way, which he explained to Ken.

"I love her, but it'll seem fake if I propose just after you did to Hestia. But maybe she expects it, especially since we have talked about it and Hestia is engaged. But it'll clash with Quidditch... but if I don't, she might think that I'm not serious about her. Actually, no, Tia isn't like that... ugh."

Ken blinked a few times, swigging from his bottle.

"Okay, mate, just forget about that for tonight."

Oliver and Ken apparated to Tiannah and Hestia's new unit later that night. Tiannah opened the door and ran into Oliver's arms, grinning.

"How are you?" Oliver asked, brown eyes gleaming in the dim lighting. Tiannah felt her body rush with desire as she saw the look in his eyes. However, she also noticed that he was very pale and had the 'I'm scarred for life' look in his eyes.

"What happened?" she asked, ignoring the sickening noises that indicated that Ken and Hestia were having a very thorough greeting.

"Erm, not now. Give me a tour!" Oliver said, in an attempt to be perky. Tiannah narrowed her blue eyes, but promised to herself that she would force whatever he was hiding out of him, with or without clothing.

Tiannah showed him the kitchen, the living room, the balcony and finally, her bedroom. Oliver smiled as he saw it. It was so completely... Tiannah. Pretty, but not over the top.

She half-closed the door and faced Oliver, a look of pure lust in her blue eyes.

"I've missed you today," she said, smirking. "What have you been doing? You look sort of freaked out."

Oliver paled considerably. Tiannah always knew when he was hiding something- one of the disadvantages of knowing her for all his life. He ran his fingers through his hair, which made Tiannah's stomach flip. Sex hair, she thought, her lips veering into a smirk. He looks just like that after a shag.

"Love, it doesn't matter. Let's get onto more important things, shall we?"

Tiannah opened her mouth to respond when Oliver's lips crashed upon her own. She staggered backwards at the sheer force, as his lips moved over her own in a hungry flurry, his rough, calloused fingers brushing over the bare skin of her thigh. Spitfires shot down Tiannah spine, as a thousand and one emotions coursed through her veins: desperation, longing, love, lust and desire. She brought a hand up to the back of his neck and slipped her fingers into his messy brown hair, deepening the kiss. Oliver's tongue forced her lips apart, as he pushed her down onto the bed, his lips still maintaining the deft dominance over her own. Adrenaline rushed through Tiannah's veins as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, rocking them fiercely. Oliver growled and bit down on her bottom lip, dragging it out tantalisingly. A part of Tiannah wanted to ask why Oliver was being so aggressive, and why he looked so freaked out, but the other- less rational- part wanted him to continue.

"Oliver," she said, in what was meant to be a warning tone, but it came off to lustily. "Stop."

"I love you," he said in a gravelly voice against her lips. "Don't forget it."

That simple sentence only added to how much Tiannah wanted him. His fingers dropped down to her waist, where they roughly caressed her soft curves, before dragging his lips against her neck. Breath hitched in Tiannah's throat as she tore his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, and she pressed her body closer to his, relishing in the electrifying heat that emitted off his body.

Oliver easily pulled her shirt off and gently brought his lips to her neck, smirking as he felt her pulse race. He gently sucked on a spot on her neck, as fissions of electricity began to shoot through Tiannah, further weakening any urges to ask questions. When his lips reached her earlobe – one of her weak points – she groaned.

"You're teasing me," she managed to moan, as Oliver gently nipped her earlobe.

"My job," came the rumbled response.

They barely registered the opening of the door, as Oliver edged his fingers up her skirt, which he was entirely grateful, albeit confused, that she was wearing.

"Oh!"

Tiannah pushed away from Oliver and blushed as she saw her parents standing there. She glanced at Oliver, who was also very flushed in the cheeks, but she didn't think that her parents walking in on them had anything to do with it.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Tiannah snarled, pulling Oliver's shirt on. Her eyes looked positively on fire as she glared at her parents. Must they always walk in on me in the most unfortunate moments?

"Um, sorry about that," Jane said sheepishly, "we thought that Oliver wasn't here yet..."

"Yeah, yeah," Tiannah mumbled, glaring like a fiend. "Whatever. Why are you here?"

"It's okay... we'll leave, if you like," Daniel said awkwardly. Tiannah's eyes softened and she got up, still breathing hard, and walked towards her parents.

"How are you?"

"Good. We're going to the ministry meeting tomorrow morning, but James, Meredith and Monica will come over with Benny in the morning. Make sure you're up early," Daniel said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Tiannah felt heat rise in her cheeks as Oliver sidled up next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, drawing aimless patterns into her shoulder with his fingers.

"I can't believe you've moved out," Jane whispered, and Tiannah rolled her eyes very openly. Emotional sap made her feel self-conscious. Oliver gently pressed his lips onto her forehead and squeezed her tightly, causing a silly, lovesick smile to grace her features. Jane and Daniel smirked at each other, remembering the days when they were like that. Tiannah noticed her parents smirking and frowned.

"I've always hated how you both smirk when we do something like kissing," she grumbled, and Oliver chuckled. Tiannah noticed that he was looking distinctly less freaked out anymore. Now that they weren't snogging like there was no tomorrow, she pressed the issue once more.

"Doesn't matter," he muttered, giving her a 'we'll talk about it later' glance. Tiannah nodded swiftly and hugged each of her parents in turn.

"Have fun at the World Cup," Daniel said into her ear, kissing her cheek. Tiannah nodded.

"Have fun at the ministry meeting."

Daniel stuck his tongue out at his daughter and groaned.

"I would much rather be watching Quidditch."

"I get that from you," Tiannah teased. She hugged her mother, who also whispered in her ear.

"Oliver has become so handsome."

"I know right?" Tiannah chuckled, looking down at her mother.

"I hate how tall you are," she grumbled. "I should be taller than you!"

Tiannah laughed at how much her mother sounded like Benny. "Hestia thinks so too."

After a few more conversational exchanges, her parents left, which left Oliver and Tiannah alone. They were about to speak when they heard Hestia.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" they heard her scream. Tiannah glanced at Oliver and they ran into Hestia's room, where they spotted Hestia sitting on her desk, and Ken, who looked as though he was trying to console her.

"Hest... seriously, I would much prefer to see you naked..."

"TIANNAH!" Hestia exclaimed, glaring at Ken. "Guess what Oliver and Ken did?"

"What?" Tiannah asked, having a vague feeling that it had something to do with why Oliver was looking so freaked out earlier.

"They went to a strip club and watched muggle girls strip and pole dance!"

Oliver and Ken winced as Hestia's shrill voice pierced the air. Tiannah stared at Oliver disbelievingly, blue eyes slightly wounded and completely furious.

"Seriously?" she choked out, tears brimming in her eyes. The thought that Oliver had decided to do something so dishonest, so low, so... demeaning, made her blood boil.

"It was just a little fun... well, at first... then as you could see, I was very freaked out," Oliver stammered, backing away at Tiannah's furious glare.

"I'm going to bed," she muttered, throwing an apologetic look at Hestia and a disgusted one at Ken and Oliver.

She knew from the onset of trying to get to sleep that her first night in her new house would be a restless one.

Tiannah couldn't get over the fact that Oliver had decided to do something so disgustingly wrong. It wasn't as though she was questioning his loyalty to her, but it wasn't exactly the most ideal move in a relationship, either.

Just as she was drifting off into an uneasy sleep, full of thoughts about the Quidditch World Cup, Oliver, and her first training session with the Harpies on Monday, the door slowly creaked open. Tiannah opened her eyes a tiny bit and saw Oliver, who was still shirtless from their snogging, looking apologetic. Apolo-bloody-getic isn't enough, Tiannah thought angrily.

"Tia? Can I come in?"

Tiannah pretended to be asleep. She could hear Oliver's steady breathing, which only infuriated her more. Can that jerk please forget how to breathe?

"I know you're awake," he whispered. Just his Scottish accent sent chills down Tiannah's spine.

Tiannah felt her bed take on more weight as she sensed Oliver's eyes on her body. He ran a finger down her stomach, gently stroking a spot just above the hem of her skirt, which he knew never failed to pleasure her. Tiannah was subtly biting her lip to stop any embarrassing noises escaping her lips, while she was thinking about the most unappetising and disgusting visions possible.

Snape in bikinis... Flint in a tutu... Hestia in gumboots... my parents having sex...

It was all to no avail, however. Oliver brought his gentle caressing to the swell of her breasts, at which point he pulled her (his) shirt off, pressing his lips to the expanse of softness. When he heard Tiannah's throaty groan, he smirked to himself. Mission accomplished.

"What do you have to say, Oliver?" she grumbled, snatching the shirt off him and hastily putting it back on.

"I'm not sorry for going there," Oliver said honestly. "But I am sorry that I've offended you in any way.

Tiannah had her jaw set stubbornly, but she never could resist those deep, gold speckled brown eyes.

"You should be. It is completely demeaning for a woman to even think about doing a job like that, but even worse when a guy indulges in it. I'm pissed off, Oliver. But you make your own choices, and I can't go being the controlling girlfriend. However," she added, the corners of her mouth twitching, "if you ever do it again, I will not shag you for a whole month."

"That isn't a risk I'm willing to take," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her softly. Tiannah pulled away quickly, glaring.

"And you won't be shagging me tonight; you've had your fair share of nakedness today."

"Tia!" Oliver protested, "It was horrible! Really! None of those girls are as beautiful as you, and even if they were, none of them are as talented, passionate, sweet-"

"Okay; I forgive you."

"So do I get a shag?"

"NO!"

Disclaimer: I am becoming fed up with coming up with creative ways to say this, but I don't own Harry Potter.