Chapter 41

It was very early morning. Tiannah wriggled and Oliver wrapped an arm more tightly around her waist, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She's so beautiful, so warm and delicate; she's just so completely… mine, Oliver thought, his lips curling into a smile. Tiannah's eyes flickered open, the dazzling blue colour causing Oliver's head to have trouble processing the emotions it triggered inside of him.

"Quidditch World Cup!" she said in a bleary voice, as she smiled at Oliver.

"That's right," Oliver said, nuzzling her ear. It was Tiannah's turn to have trouble processing the emotions that the action caused.

"Mm, what's the time?"

"Three thirty," Oliver responded. Tiannah was too tired to scream at Oliver.

"An hour's more sleep until we should get up," she responded.

"TOO BLOODY EARLY!" Tiannah screamed, as Benny walked in the door and jumped on Tiannah and Oliver.

"QUIDDITCH!" Benny screamed into her ear. Tiannah threw the pillow at her little brother, and he dodged it easily.

"Damn you and your reflexes," Tiannah grumbled, sitting up and glaring at Benny.

"I'm getting dressed. Out."

"Okay, but Monica, James and Meredith are here," Benny said, "and Monica said something like 'make sure that they don't start shagging.' What's shagging?"

Oliver smirked at a pale looking Tiannah. "Shagging means to... eat food," she settled on. Oliver was biting his lip, as Benny looked satisfied with the answer.

"Okay."

Tiannah giggled and wrapped an arm around Oliver, kissing his cheek.

"I really hope he doesn't ask what shagging really is," she mumbled.

"I think we were ten when our parents told us," Oliver replied, grinning at the memory. Tiannah smiled back. It had been such an awkward day, but their parents needed to tell them, as they had figured out some information from Monica, who had decided to 'accidentally' slip some information to them.

Yawning, Tiannah pulled off her shirt and went through her clothes.

"Hest and Ken are sleeping, so she can't dictate what I'm going to wear for once. Hey, Ollie, why don't you choose what I wear?"

"Okay," he responded, going through Tiannah's draw. He eventually decided on an emerald green tank top, skinny denim jeans and a pair of ballet flats. Tiannah grinned. Oliver knew what she liked and what was comfortable.

"I am totally wearing this, and those earrings you gave me," she said, giving him a quick kiss. She had her second shower in her new bathroom, dressing in the attire that Oliver allocated afterwards. Then, they went down to breakfast. Tiannah smiled at Monica, who smiled back. Benny was sitting at the table, waiting for breakfast.

"I really want to shag some bacon!" Benny exclaimed, causing Meredith to spit out her coffee.

"What did you say?"

"I want to shag some bacon!" he repeated.

Tiannah and Oliver tried to conceal their laughter, failing miserably. Monica looked at the two, brown eyes gleaming.

"Do you have anything to do with this?"

"Erm, maybe. I told Benny that shagging meant to consume food..."

James burst into laughter, as did Monica. Meredith, on the other hand, looked annoyed.

"Let's make a deal: we don't tell your parents about this, Tiannah."

"Deal!" they all chorused.

Half an hour later, when everyone was appropriately dressed, they took a portkey that was half a mile away from their house. A few other residents of the units took the portkey too, and they seemed friendly enough. Tiannah felt a hook behind her navel and was whirling through the air.

She felt her feet plant themselves on unfamiliar ground. She looked around and saw an expanse of magical tents. She turned to face Oliver, who grinned at her. She grinned back, blue eyes gleaming. The Bulgaria VS Ireland match had been greatly anticipated by the two Quidditch fanatics for a while now. Tiannah held Benny's hand as James and Meredith consulted the muggle camp guide about which plot was reserved for their tent.

One he had shown them, Tiannah offered to set up the tent.

"Erecto," she said firmly, pointing her wand at the tent. She turned as she heard Oliver's chuckle and cocked an eyebrow at the immaturity.

"Grow up, Oliver," she said sternly, failing to hide her smile. Looking back at the tent, she saw that it was assembled. Stepping inside, she looked around at the magically expanded tent, grinning. Benny ran onto one of the beds and started jumping on it. Rolling her eyes, Tiannah took him off the bed and hastily unpacked.

"Why the hurry?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I might get to see my American friends!" she gushed, grinning at the thought. "I call dibs on this room!" Tiannah yelled, standing into one of the rooms that had an expansive canvas cover. She nodded her head for Oliver to follow her, and he did so, grinning.

"Isn't that a shame," he teased. "It's a single bed. We'll have to squish up."

"Oh, such a shame," Tiannah said sarcastically, putting her hair up in a high ponytail. Oliver wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her.

"I prefer it when you have your hair down."

"Suck it up, Ollie," Tiannah said shortly, feeling distinctly miffed. PMS is such a bitch, she thought bitterly.

Tiannah walked out of the bedroom and approached Monica.

"Ollie and I are going to go for a walk. Would you like you join us?" she asked softly, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. She's probably thinking about Mark, she mused. Monica nodded and the three of them walked out to explore the campsite.

There were students from many different schools, including The Salem Witches' Institute. They met up with Fred and George Weasley, who looked very tired, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Draco Malfoy (who Tiannah managed to trip, much to the disgust and anger of Lucius Malfoy) and, to Oliver and Tiannah's disgust, Marcus Flint. He kissed Tiannah's hand and she squealed, feeling disgusted.

"Help, Oliver! I'm going to get Trollitis," she said sardonically, glaring. Anger bubbled up in her stomach as she saw the way that Flint's black eyes were flitting up and down her body. They trained on Monica, whose brown eyes were narrowed at Flint.

"Another sexy bitch to fuck, Wood?"

"She's my sister, you moron," Oliver said through gritted teeth. Flint looked surprised.

"Well, she obviously received the better genes, Wood."

"Hey," Monica began, "I wonder which parent you received your genes from? I'm part of the Control of Magical creatures committee in the ministry, Flint. I really should put you in custody now. An escaped troll at the World Cup? That wouldn't be good!"

Monica stalked off, Oliver and Tiannah in her wake. Tiannah found that her respect for Monica had intensified. Smirking, she looked back at Oliver and his girlfriend.

"That, kiddies, is how you deal with dicks like Flint."

Tiannah rolled her eyes and smirked. Monica was walking backwards and she bumped into a familiar blond...

"Tiannah!" he exclaimed, ignoring Monica, who had fallen on the ground, and gathering her in a tight embrace.

"Merlin, Theo, I was hoping that I'd see you!" Tiannah exclaimed happily. It had been over two years since she last saw her ex-boyfriend, and despite their breakup, they remained in contact. Moreover, he had given her a good word to the Holyhead Harpies, something that she would be infinitely grateful for, as well as his training.

"Same here," he replied, pulling away from the hug, hazel eyes gleaming.

"Bloody hell," Monica snarled, and Theo's gaze trained on her. "No consideration!"

Theo smirked and held his hand out for Monica to take, which she begrudgingly did. "That's more like it," she grumbled, sidling up to her brother, who looked jealous and peeved.

"Oh," Tiannah said, kissing Oliver's cheek. "Theo, this is my boyfriend, Oliver."

Theo cocked an eyebrow. "As in the Oliver who didn't write to you for two years?"

Tiannah blushed and looked at the ground, not wanting to think about those two, horrible years.

"Erm, yeah. Oliver, Monica, this is my trainer extraordinaire, Theo Jackson.

Theo held out his hand for Oliver to shake, and he did so, but looking as though he was trying to squash his fingers. However, Theo didn't wince, nor did he return the favour. When Theo held out his hand for Monica to shake, she shook her head.

"We already had a greeting," she grumbled, brushing a curl from her eyes. Theo grinned and Tiannah spoke to him.

"Thank you so much for giving me a good word in for the Harpies, Theo."

"No problem. You've always loved the Harpies, and seriously, it's the least I could do."

Oliver cleared his throat as anger coursed through his veins. He wrapped an arm around Tiannah and glared pointedly. Tiannah glared at Oliver and asked if she could have a private word with Theo. Monica dragged Oliver away, who looked as though he wasn't going to move anytime soon.

"He must really love you, if he was that jealous," Theo said, as Monica spoke to Oliver from about ten metres away.

"He's amazing, Theo. A little jealous at times, but completely amazing."

Theo grinned, looking genuinely happy for Tiannah. "Who's the chick with him?"

"His sister," Tiannah answered.

"She's gorgeous," he noted, eying her. Tiannah was suddenly struck with a thought worthy of Hestia. Before it could go into action, however, she needed to explain the situation.

"She divorced her husband a few days ago. She's really upset still about how it happened. We were having a party in honour of Oliver and myself, because we just got onto our favourite Quidditch teams..."

Tiannah explained the whole situation to Theo, who looked very angry as he heard what Mark did.

"Bastard," he growled, eyes narrowing in the way that Tiannah knew happened when he was angry. "Are you alright? Is she alright?"

Tiannah still had nightmares about it, but they were receding. Besides, Monica obviously had it far worse than Tiannah did.

"I'm fine, Theo. Anyway, just wait here for a sec."

Tiannah ran towards Monica and pulled her away from Oliver.

"Do you like Theo?"

"What?"

"Do you like Theo?"

"I don't know him," Monica snapped. Her eyes widened as she saw the suggestive smile on her face. "You are not playing matchmaker."

"Seriously, he's an amazing kisser. He's also a great boyfriend; I would know."

"You dated him?" Monica asked incredulously. "He looks about my age!"

"He's a year younger than you, for your information. Look, I know that you're still getting over Mark, but just try to get to know him. He thinks that you're gorgeous-"

Monica snorted cynically. "Right. I'm practically in my pyjamas!"

Tiannah looked eye to eye with Monica. "He wouldn't lie about that, Monica."

Monica rolled her eyes. Evidently, it would take a while for Monica to trust men again.

"You're coming with me," Tiannah said, dragging Monica over to Theo.

"This is Monica and this is Theo!"

"We've had our introductions," Monica said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I'm going to let you two get to know each other. BYE!"

Tiannah ran back to Oliver and grabbed his hand, running back to the tent, dragging him along. When they reached the entrance to the tent, Oliver rounded on Tiannah.

"What the bloody hell was that all about!"

"Matchmaking," Tiannah replied calmly, kissing Oliver's cheek.

"My sister with your ex?"

"Pretty much," Tiannah replied. It seemed as though it could work. There wasn't that much of a huge age difference, she mused. A part of Tiannah knew that it was way too soon, since Monica and Mark had only officially divorced a few days ago, but the incident at the party happened two weeks ago. Still, that wasn't really enough time. But, Tiannah thought, even if they don't fancy each other, it would be good for Monica to see that not all men are bad. It seemed justified if Tiannah thought about it in that way. She tried to explain this to Oliver, but he thought that it was a bad idea. Oh well, not everyone thinks like Hestia. Okay, maybe I do. She's really rubbing off on me!

"I think that you're being silly, love, but I guess it can't hurt. I mean, he doesn't seem that bad..."

Oliver trailed off as he saw Harry Potter walk outside the tent. He ran outside and dragged Harry back inside to meet his parents. Ah, there comes the obsessive, OCD Quidditch fanatic that I love! Tiannah thought, as James wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Jealous?" he whispered into her ear, as Oliver bragged about Harry's skills to his mother.

"Nope. That's just Oliver being Oliver," she responded, as James smirked.

Tiannah, Oliver and Benny were waiting impatiently for 4pm, when the World Cup would start. Monica returned two hours prior to the Cup, looking very flushed. The two women went into a secluded corner to talk about what happened.

Tiannah began the conversation.

"So what happened? Any sparks flying, any swooning-"

"We shagged," Monica blurted out, stopping Tiannah's I'm-trying-to-be-like-Hestia rant abruptly.

"What?"

"We shagged," Monica repeated, burying her head in her hands. "I know. I don't know what happened! We were talking, and then I don't know what came over me... I just kissed him. One thing led to another..."

Tiannah widened her eyes incredulously. It wasn't what was supposed to happen, nor was it what Monica should have done.

"Monica... you divorced your husband a few days ago. Were you really ready to move onto someone so quickly, especially since you didn't know him?"

Monica groaned. "I know, I know. My god though, that was the best bloody shag of my life," she murmured. Tiannah bit her lip. This situation was only going to result in someone getting hurt...

"You know what, Tiannah? Why should I be moping around about Mark? He doesn't deserve my misery."

"It isn't as simple as that-"

"You wouldn't know, Tiannah," Monica snapped, standing up. "Look, I don't know why it happened, and I really don't want to know either. But that was the best bloody moment of my life."

With that, Monica stalked out. Tiannah sat in shock for a few moments. Monica knew Theo for, what? A few hours? That wasn't enough... and Tiannah knew that both Theo and Monica would be hurt by it...

"Tia?"

Tiannah turned around and faced Oliver. "Yes?"

"You okay?"

"I'm fine," she responded, waving a hand impatiently. Oliver sat down next to her and she placed her head in his shoulder.

"Do you know why Monica just stalked out?"

"No. Anyway, I bet you anything that Ireland will win, but Bulgaria catches the snitch," she said, hastily changing the subject.

Oliver snorted delicately. "Yeah, right."

Tiannah narrowed her eyes. It was just logic – Bulgaria had one good player, the Seeker. Ireland had a whole team of good players, and Krum was smart enough to know when his team would lose.

"Okay then, stakes. If I win... I demand massages every night and I get to do my 'I told you so' dance."

Oliver smirked and brushed a strand of hair behind Tiannah's ear. She was so beautiful when her jaw was set stubbornly like it was, Oliver thought. "Okay, if I win... we have naked day."

Tiannah laughed. "I really don't think that these stakes are good. I mean, come on. It isn't as though you won't enjoy giving me a massage, especially they way I'm thinking of," she added, winking. "And honestly, I would seriously enjoy naked day."

Oliver smirked and gently kissed Tiannah, her lips parting and attacking his own. They were interrupted by an American accent.

Tiannah pulled away and her eyes flashed with anger as she saw Theo standing there, looking slightly sheepish. To Oliver's surprise, she grabbed Theo's hand and hissed, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

She cornered Theo in the kitchen of the tent, glaring. "Why the hell did you shag her? I told you that she was still cut up!"

"Calm down, Tiannah. It is a long story... but we were talking, and then she suddenly kissed me. When I pulled away, she said that she was sorry, and that it won't happen again. But really, she's seriously beautiful, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't tempted. So yeah, I kissed her... one thing lead to another..."

"So you, my ex, used my boyfriend's sister for one good shag after her husband cheated on her with me, against my own will," Tiannah stated plainly.

"If you say it like that, you make it sound like I've done something horrible."

"Newsflash: you have!"

"Goddamnit, Tiannah," Theo hissed, hazel eyes flashing with anger, "you know me, and you know that I wouldn't do something like that if I wasn't sure that the other person was completely onboard. Come on, if I was a douchebag like that Mark was, don't you think that I would have shagged you in America?"

Tiannah opened her mouth to reply scathingly, but closed it. Theo made a valid point.

"So she was definitely onboard?"

"Completely. When I stopped kissing her she practically begged me to shag her," Theo said, his cheeks rushing with colour. Tiannah looked down at the floor. The whole idea just seemed surreal...

"Monica told me that it was the best shag of her life," she whispered, and she looked up to see Theo, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Look, I could never talk to her again, but I really don't think that that would be the best idea. Where is she?"

"In there," Tiannah replied, pointing towards a room. "Please be considerate, Theo."

"Of course."

Tiannah walked back to Oliver and gently kissed him. After the conversation with Theo, she realised how lucky she was to have such an amazing boyfriend.

"Wow," Oliver breathed, as Tiannah pulled away. "What was that for?"

"Being amazing," Tiannah responded, quickly checking the time. "We better get ready. The Cup starts really soon!"

Oliver noticed how her eyes lit up at the mention of Quidditch.

"And afterwards, are you going to be doing your own broomstick riding?"

Tiannah frowned until the innuendo became clear. She smacked a palm to her forehead. "That was so lame."

"Okay, I've got a better one. You don't need the erecto charm to get me all stiff."

Again, Tiannah smacked her palm to her forehead. Oliver could be adorably goofy.

"Seriously, though," Oliver said, "will we be shagging tonight?"

"Nope."

"Why?" he whined.

"Because I have my period," she stated simply. As usual, Oliver stammered and looked at Tiannah sympathetically. It was a well-established fact that Tiannah was notoriously grumpy at that time of the month. Actually, Oliver thought, she's been good today.

Tiannah, Oliver, Benny, Monica, James and Meredith all walked to the Quidditch stadium together. Oliver and Benny were literally bouncing at the thought of Quidditch. Tiannah, however, was having a serious conversation with Monica.

"He's sweet, Tiannah, but he isn't overly, sickeningly sweet, like Mark could be. And that was fake."

"I know," Tiannah responded, "I dated him for over two years."

"I really like him. We've decided to just be friends, for now. Everything before just happened so suddenly... he's apologised, and so have I. I probably was a little too pushy when we... yeah," she finished, somewhat lamely, as Oliver caught up to them.

Tiannah completely forgot about Mark, Theo and Monica as she sat next to Oliver, waiting for the Quidditch World Cup to begin. Oliver's arm was wrapped around her shoulder as he talked to a few of his friends from school before the match began. Tiannah rested her head in his shoulder, not paying attention to what he was saying, but enjoying listening to his Scottish accent. When they heard Cornelius Fudge's voice, his friends took a seat and Tiannah sat up straighter. The Minister introduced the team mascots, the first ones being the Veela. Most of the men in the compartment were trying to impress the Veela, but not Oliver. He stared at the Veela for a few moments, before turning back to Tiannah, expression unfazed and loving.

"Don't worry, Tia. You're better."

"Thanks," she grinned, blue eyes glinting happily. The strip club incident didn't matter anymore, especially since she knew that Oliver could resist the charms of Veela. Smiling, she kissed his cheek and snuggled up to him, as Fudge yelled, "Let the match begin!"

"I told you," Tiannah said triumphantly. "I told you that Krum would catch the snitch but Ireland would win!"

Tiannah did her victory dance, which Oliver thought was adorable. But he was still a little irritated that he lost the bet, even though the stakes had been disbanded.

"That was the best Quidditch match I think I've ever seen," Oliver grinned, as Benny rambled on about it to Monica, who was unusually patient.

"Same here," Tiannah responded, as Oliver's arm snaked around her waist. Exhilarated, they made their way back to their magically enhanced tent. Benny was starting to become very sleepy, so Meredith put him to bed. Monica was sipping some hot chocolate, tired. Oliver and Tiannah went into their section of the tent, sitting on the bed. Tiannah lay down and Oliver followed suit, staring at the material ceiling. Tiannah was feeling very tired, a side effect of PMS. Oliver noticed her fatigue and gently kissed her temple, his arm draped around her waist protectively. Tiannah snuggled into his chest, breathing in his seductive scent, as his head buried into her primrose-scented hair.

They woke up an hour later, to hear yells from outside.

"Looks like the Irish are celebrating," Oliver yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms out.

"Mm," she responded.

Suddenly, Meredith burst through the entrance to the room, looking pale.

"What's up, Mum?" Oliver asked, his dark brows furrowing as he saw how worried his mother looked.

"Get up and pack up your things," she said, "the Death Eaters are here."

"Death Eaters?" Tiannah exclaimed incredulously. She hadn't heard of the Death Eaters in years now, but the name sent chills down her spine. With a pang, she remembered that her grandmother was killed by them when she was very little.

In less than two minutes, everything was packed up and the family were making their way to the portkey, amidst the screams of the thousands of magical brethren. Tiannah held onto Benny's hand as they ran, bumping into few people. They reached the portkey in the nick of time, as a tent next to them burst into flames.

They re-materialised a mile and a half away from Tiannah and Hestia's unit, panting hard. Oliver wrapped an arm around Tiannah, who was feeling exhausted, scared and confused. Why were the Death Eaters at the World Cup?

"Is everyone okay?" Meredith asked, and they all nodded. James, Meredith, Benny and Monica apparated back to their house, whereas Oliver and Tiannah decided to stay at the latter's unit.

"You okay?" he asked, as they lay on her bed.

"Yeah."

"We've got our first training sessions tomorrow," Oliver said, smiling. Tiannah smiled back, while her stomach writhed with nerves, for more than one reason.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling.