You are viewing a story from

Quarrels of Quidditch by fang_and_fortune

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

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

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


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.

banner by aim.moon at tda.

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

Chapter 4: A First for Everything

“Emma, wake up,” Hermione’s voice echoed in my ear as I felt the bright light from the sun shine through the blinds.


“Ah, Hermione,” I moaned as I shielded my eyes from the light.


“Emma, if you don’t wake up right now you will be late for breakfast and I will leave without you,” Hermione threatened.


“Psh,” I placed the pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep.


“Oh, no you don’t!” The pillow was suddenly lifted from my head as the sun came back into my eyes.


“Ah! Alright, alright! I’m up!” I surrendered sitting up in my bed. “Way to say good morning, Hermione.”


“Good morning,” she said in a tone that made me roll my eyes. I hopped out of bed and went to the showers where I brushed my teeth and hair and all that jazz. I was too tired to wear anything fancy so I just put on a pair of sweatpants and a fitted sweat-jacket over my tank top, with my hair in a ponytail that would fall out the minute I made my next step.


“You’re not going to breakfast dressed like that, are you?” Hermione asked.


“Today I am,” I said in a dreary tone. I headed out my dorm to go to breakfast. I was about to head out the common room when a pair of hands slid through my arms around my waist.


“Guess who,” the voice whispered in my ear. I turned around to see Oliver grinning at me. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.


“Well, good morning to you too,” I said and kissed him back.


“Sleep well?” he asked.


“Yeah,” I lied, remembering that I hadn’t gotten to sleep until about 2 in the morning due to the fight Fred and I had gone through. I didn’t want to think about it. “You?”


“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but yeah I got to sleep eventually,” he said, smiling. I laughed.


“You know you don’t have to pull pick up lines on me anymore, you already have me,” I said.


“I know,” he said. “But I can’t control my thoughts. I’m crazy about you.”


‘How could Fred ever think that he would cheat on me?’ I thought to myself. We kissed and then headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.


“Hey, I need to go talk to Angelina about some new Quidditch plays,” he said when I reached the room. “It’s alright if I sit with the team today, right?”


“Yeah,” I said. “Go right ahead.”


“Thanks, babe,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek and then left to sit with the Quidditch team. I noticed he sat really close next to Angelina which for some reason made me kind of suspicious.


‘Nah, he’s yours, Em. No one else’s,’ I told myself. I shrugged it off and headed toward my end of the table. I noticed, however, that the only available seat left was next to Fred (which wasn’t too different since that’s usually where I sat every morning, except we usually have made up by the time morning comes). Fred finally saw me coming and quickly turned to George.


“George, switch spots with me, quick!” I heard him say.


“What? My own rubbish I won’t!” George argued.


“George, please! I can’t sit ne – ”


“Morning, everybody,” I said as I sat next to Fred. Fred turned his head, a little disgusted that I had actually sat next to him. He gave me a subtle glare and continued eating his food.


“Morning, Emma!” George said looking over Fred.


“So last night got a little hectic, didn’t it?” Harry said motioning to me. I laughed softly at the comment. I didn’t really want to talk about that. Especially in front of Fred.


“I knew all along you two would end up together,” Hermione gushed. “I know it’s kind of cliché, but I really do think you two were meant to be.” Fred choked on his juice before I could say ‘thanks’ which of course the attention turned to.


“Sorry,” he said to the others, making sure not to look at me. He turned his head again to me and glared some more. I was getting really sick of this, but I didn’t want to deal with it at the moment.


“So do you think you could get Ol to maybe cancel practice sometime soon to instead go and spend time with you?” Harry said, giving me a wink.


“Well, we might go somewhere but the rest of you would still have practice,” I said after laughing. Fred suddenly backed up his chair and stood up. Everyone looked at him in a confused way, especially me because I knew exactly why he was leaving – so he wouldn’t have to listen to me talk about Oliver.


“I’m done eating,” he said noticing the look everyone had given him.


“See you at practice then,” Harry said dismissing him. Before he left though, he gave me another one of those looks. Was he really that mad? If anything I should be the one mad. He’s the one that called me a skank and freaking smacked me in the face.


“Is he alright?” Hermione asked after he left. I didn’t answer and didn’t want to, so I got up and left to go to Quidditch Practice, even though I knew exactly who I'd run into.

*   *   *   *   *

 When I reached the Quidditch Pitch, I saw that there were only about five or six people there, including Fred. He noticed me, but of course didn’t say anything. I went and got my broom and when I returned, there Fred was…alone. Great. Another awkward moment. I hated this – hated this! But I didn’t know what to say and even if I did, what good would it do at this point? We both stood there, not leaving but not eager to stay either. It was as if we were frozen.


“Where’d they all go?” I asked after a while.


“The pitch,” he said turning from me. There was another long pause. I could tell by his voice he wasn’t too happy to be talking with me.


“Fred, this is silly,” I finally said.


“Is it?” he answered, turning to leave.


“Yes, it is,” I continued. “I should be the one angry, not you!”


“Then why aren’t you?” he said, annoyed.


“I guess because this whole argument is silly and pointless. And blown completely out of proportion!” He stopped and turned his head over his shoulder to look at me.


“When are you going to get it?” he said. And he left.


‘Get what?’ I thought.


“Fred!” I called running after him. He didn’t stop. “Fred!” He stopped then and turned around directly as I got up to him. We were so close to each other, like the night before behind the bleachers. Except this time, there was no getting lost in his eyes. No happy feelings and laughing. We were quiet for a minute.


“You just have to go make everything worse,” he said in a tone that broke my heart. He went to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.


“C’mon, Fred,” I said, still close to him. “We always work things out. Don’t let this be the first time.” Again, quiet fell over the two of us.


“There’s a first time for everything,” Fred said after a moment. This time I let him leave. I didn’t necessarily want to but I couldn’t think of anything else to say to him.


“Ok, team, let’s get to practicing!” I heard my boyfriend call out from the opposite side. The rest of the team had come down during Fred's and my little spat. Next to Oliver was Angelina. It made me think of what Fred had said.


‘No,’ I told myself. ‘Oliver only has me. Only me.’ He noticed me and walked down to me.


“Hey, babe,” he said hugging me. He kissed me lightly on the lips, but I didn’t kiss back. I didn’t want to. Not now. He must have gotten the hint that something was wrong, because he looked at me with concern.


“You alright?” he asked.


“Yeah,” I lied, giving a phony grin. “Tired, that’s all.”


“Ok…” he said, definitely not believing me. He gave me a hug and held me in his arms for a while.


“If anything’s wrong, just let me know,” he whispered to me. He kissed the top of my head and headed to go get his broom.


When practice began, everything was going as usual. We were divided into two teams. Oliver and I would be on opposite teams because, though I played Chaser, I happened to be pretty awesome at playing Keeper too. Angelina would accompany me on my team as would George as Beater, while Katie and Fred would be on Oliver’s team. Harry just needed to catch the snitch and whoever was ahead at the time was the team Harry played for. That’s the way it always was. Except it wasn’t.


“Angelina will be on my team and Fred will switch with George and be on Emma’s.”


Oliver’s words played over and over again in my head during the entire practice. It was hard for me to catch Quaffles and, of course, Fred wouldn’t even dare fly near me. I hated watching Oliver call out tips to Angelina while even if I tried to tell Katie she’d forget instantly.


I was almost relieved when practice ended. I couldn’t look at Angelina. I was still wondering: Why did he switch Angelina?! If he were to switch anyone, I would have thought that he would have at least switched me to play a different position. He was my boyfriend. Not Angelina’s! I didn’t even talk to anyone in the lockers, not even Ginny who I was pretty close with because of her brothers. I just went straight up to my dorm and closed my eyes. Hopefully, when I woke up, I would realize it was my mind messing with me. I didn’t even know why it bothered me so much. But it did. And that’s what hurt the most.