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Quarrels of Quidditch by fang_and_fortune

Format: Novel
Chapters: 27
Word Count: 49,601
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Oliver
Pairings:

First Published: 10/16/2012
Last Chapter: 03/26/2013
Last Updated: 03/26/2013

Summary:


My name is Emma Blakely. And I am in a serious quandary. 
Oliver Wood. Fred Weasley. Hearbreak. Jealousy. Angst. Passion. Lust. Deceit.
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
And no matter which decision I choose, someone is going to get hurt.

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PART 1 of 2 [trust me...you won't see this one coming]


Chapter 3: Losing More than Bargained For

I stood there, frozen in Oliver’s arms. Everyone was staring at us and I didn’t know what to do or say. I saw Fred and George with gapping mouths open. It was expected that they, as friends, would do that. I had never told anyone that I had feelings for Oliver, and from the looks of it, he probably hadn’t either of his feelings towards me. It was getting rather awkward, the silence and everything.

 

“Oh, shit,” Oliver said under his breath, raising his eyebrows and turning his head away from the crowd that had formed. He looked back at me and laughed quietly. He leaned in toward me some more.

 

“Come with me,” he whispered.

 

I wasn’t sure if I could, for I was too embarrassed to move. Somehow, though, Oliver took my hand and got me to follow him toward the big Oak tree on the hill near Hogwarts. There were "ooh’s" and "ahh’s" as Oliver and I headed up the hill. I rolled my eyes at their immature motives as I heard most of the girls giggle and one guy whistled.

 

‘George,’ I suspected as the whistler. I turned to see if it was him and saw Fred look at me with a very confused look on his face. That confused me as well. Why was he acting so strangely? I was going to ask him something but was pulled by Oliver up the hill some more and didn’t get the chance. When I got to the tree, Oliver stood in front of me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

 

“Well, that wasn’t awkward at all,” he said glancing down at our fellow teammates. I laughed. He got closer to me and I put my arms around his neck. He moved in and met his lips with mine. We slowly kissed under the moonlit sky, loving every minute of it. It was a kiss filled with passion and romance and I was disappointed when he slowly broke away. He smiled at me and I returned the favor before giving me a quick kiss on the lips again.

 

“Hey Emma?” he said after kissing me.

 

“Yes, Oliver?” I asked. He smiled.

 

“Let’s see where this goes,” he said moving in even closer.

 

“What do you mean?” I knew what he meant, and he knew I knew it too from the expression he gave me. I just wanted to hear him say it. He moved his head so he could whisper in my ear.

 

“I mean…will you be my girlfriend?” It sounded better than I had expected. In fact, if he hadn’t been holding me so close I would have fallen from my knees becoming weak.

 

“Oliver...I've wanted to be your girlfriend for a very long time,” I answered. He smiled at my response. My eyes met with his and we shared another passionate kiss. It was almost as good as the first one, but this time it was better. I could feel him smile as I kissed him, which made me smile all the more. He tightened his hold on me and I put my hands through his hair as we laughed and kissed some more. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, but whatever it was…I hoped it would never end.

 

*   *   *   *   *



Oliver put his arm around me and we both went down to the party. When we reached the Quidditch Pitch, Oliver and I found George by himself shaking his head at the two of us.

 

“My, my, my,” he said taking a sip of his punch. “If there’s one thing I thought I would never see – ”

 

“Oh, come on, George,” I said cutting him off. “Was it really that hard?”

 

“What? That you and Oliver would ever hook up? God, no. That Oliver would ever grow the balls to come out and ask you, man, that’s a shocker!”

 

“Hey, now,” Oliver said as George and I laughed in hysteria. I then noticed that there was a face missing from our group.

 

“Uh, where’s Fred?” I asked George. He had to think about this for a minute.

 

“Oh, yeah that’s right,” he began. “He went back up to the dorms. He was tired or something.”

 

“Psh. Fred doesn’t get tired from parties,” I assured.

 

“Yeah, but you also said he wasn’t acting himself,” Oliver noted.

 

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on with him. But you know Fred, he doesn’t just leave for no reason. Especially after a party,” George said.

 

‘But that’s the thing. He doesn’t just do that,’ I thought to myself. Something was definitely up.

 

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Oliver said seeing that I was worried. He put his arm around me and gave me a hug. “If he said he was tired, he’s probably tired. Why else would Fred leave?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “He’s fine.” I put on a fake smile and tried to have fun, but still I kept knowing, feeling, believing that Fred didn’t just leave because he was tired. There was more to that and I was craving to know what was going on.


*   *   *   *   *



I entered the Gryffindor Common Room and was relieved to find Fred sitting on the floor in front of the couch, lying back with his eyes closed.

 

‘He really was tired,’ I thought to myself.

 

I quietly went up behind the couch and jumped over the backing, making him wake up.

 

“HOLY SHIT!” he said jumping about five feet in the air. I laughed as I slipped down next to him. “What the bloody hell was that?”

 

“Tired were you?” I asked.

 

“No shit, Sherlock, that’s why I was sitting here sleeping,” he said.

 

“Oh, give me a break, Weasley. You couldn’t have waited until the party was over? Katie sure looked lonely,” I teased.

 

“Just about every girl did after you and Oliver went at it,” he said. I giggled and turned my head to face him. We had that moment again, where our eyes met and I became half lost in his eyes. I was so glad he was my friend, but even more that we could never stay mad at each other. He ultimately was my best friend. I was about to get completely lost in his eyes when he turned away from me.

 

“So you guys are an official couple now, I suppose.”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “He finally grew a pair and asked me.” I laughed at what I thought would make my red-headed friend laugh too, but instead he just sat there and gave a small grin.

 

“You ok?” I asked.

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said. He obviously was not.

 

“You don’t look it,” I pointed out.

 

“I’m tired,” was his excuse. I knew he was still lying. I moved closer to him, putting my head on his shoulder and holding his hand. It was kind of my secret weapon of getting people, particularly guys, to tell me what you wanted. He looked at my hands that were laced together with his as if he didn’t know what to do. He then turned his head so he could look at me, raising his eyebrows as if to say ‘Are you sure you want to do that?’

 

“Seriously, what’s going on, Fred?” I asked gazing into his eyes. He gazed back into mine and for a moment we were in our own little world. He smiled, but it quickly faded and he turned his head from me.

 

“I…I just don’t want you getting hurt,” he explained.

 

“Hurt?” I asked. “Hurt from what?”

 

“Well, you know Oliver. You sort of need to keep a leash on him,” he said. I suddenly felt very offended by this.

 

“Are you saying that Oliver is a player?” I asked, letting go of his hand and lifting my head from his shoulder.

 

“C’mon, Emma. You’ve heard what everyone says. Oliver’s known for – ”

 

“Oliver is not going to cheat on me, I swear!” I protested, getting up.

 

“You swear, but he hasn’t,” Fred noted getting up after me.

 

“Oh, please, Fred! Oliver and me are just fine and he cares for me way too much to let some other girl get in the way.”

 

“Maybe that’s what his other girl is saying – ”

 

“Fred Weasley, I cannot believe you!” I said harshly. I was getting really annoyed and irritated. What was his problem?

 

“Hey, I’m trying to help you out here, like good friends do!”

 

“Good friends don’t bring down their current relationships!” I said. “Especially you!”

 

“Just – ”

 

“No, Fred. God, you’re so irritating! Stop being so jealous!” I said not letting him finish. Woah, where did that come from? It was quiet.

 

“Jealous?” he said dumbfounded.

 

“You heard me,” I continued. “You’re jealous because unlike you, Oliver is incredibly great at Quidditch and Captain of the team. You’re jealous because you want to be the one who has all the girls swoon over him. You’re jealous because he has me! You want me and I’m already taken by him. You want to be him so you can be the one kissing me down on the Quidditch Pitch and wrap your arms around me while I rub my hands down your chest. You want to be him so you can have – ” I suddenly was cut off by a smack. I was too stunned to say anything and Fred didn’t say anything either. But then again, he didn’t have to. I was right up against him and I could see in his eyes he was mad. Not just mad…pissed.

 

He glared at me as he looked down in my eyes. The sting from the smack hurt like shit, but I wouldn’t let him see me weep. I wouldn’t let him know it hurt. That would just satisfy him, wouldn’t it? And I didn’t want him to feel like he had control over me right now. No. Like any argument, I would win this one. No exceptions. Ever. I swallowed and waited for him to say something. But when he did, it didn’t make me feel any more powerful.

 

“I would never want to be that conceited, cheating scum bucket who only cares about himself and a stupid good for nothing sport,” he started.

 

“Excuse me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

 

“And don’t even think for one minute that I would ever, ever, ever in my life want some worthless skank that is as conceited and self minded as you. I would never go out with a girl like you.”

 

I felt a piece of my heart fall to the floor when he said that. I don’t know why I cared but I did. And for the first time ever, I had lost an argument, for I could not think of anything else to say. In fact, that was the last thing said that night. I turned around and went to my dorm, tears falling as I left.

 

Everyone was asleep when I got to my dorm, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even bother getting into my pajamas. I just rolled into bed, thinking about the fight I had just had with the boy I could never get mad at, until I cried myself to sleep.

  


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