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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.

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

Chapter 5: Everything Means Everything

 I knew it would be a bad day when I woke up and saw clouds outside my window. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that I had missed breakfast.


‘Guess Hermione didn’t bother today,’ I thought to myself, rubbing my eyes. I jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw how terrible I looked. How late did I stay up last night? I couldn’t remember. When I walked out, I saw that people were heading down to the Quidditch Pitch.





“Oh, shit!” I said out loud. I grabbed whatever clothes I could and ran down as fast as I could down to the main hall, putting on my shoes while doing so. When I ran outside, the ground was muddy and I stepped in a puddle. Yep, today would be a really bad day.


“Ok, now just go out there and do what we’ve been practicing,” Oliver said as I entered the locker room. He glanced to me from the team and gave a sort of relieved look on his face.


“Remember,” he started again. “Think of winning.” Fred was standing against one of the lockers and rolled his eyes at Oliver’s statement. As everyone went to leave for the pitch, he glanced at me and our eyes met again, but he turned almost immediately not wanting to again “deal” with me. I, however, couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I wanted to work things out so badly. My glance was broken when Oliver came near me.


“Forget?” he asked. I nodded. “C’mere,” he said, embracing me. I felt a little uncomfortable when he hugged me. If it were anyone else who were late, especially on Game Day, Oliver would have had their head. It was almost awkward. Unfair.


“I missed warm up,” I reminded him.


“I know,” he said sighing. “You don’t need it though. You’re my star player.”


‘Right,’ I said. ‘Of course, I am.’


“Olly, the game?” Angelina said, interrupting the conversation.


OLLY?!’ I thought. I swore I thought my jaw had dropped, but it hadn’t. What the heck? Since when does anyone call Oliver “Olly”?


“Coming, Ange,” he said back. She laughed and then left me back with Oliver.


“Olly?” I asked as soon as she left.


“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he shrugged. “I kinda like it actually.” What?! Oliver Wood as “Olly”? That didn’t add up at all! But that’s how the conversation stopped.


When the game began, I couldn’t concentrate. I tried but every time I came back into focus, Oliver would shout something to Angelina that made me lose it again. Why was this bothering me so much?


‘Stop it,’ I said to myself. ‘Stop thinking about it and –’




I looked to see that I had missed a Quaffle that Katie had passed to me and Roger Davies had caught instead, scoring at that. I not only missed it, I had COMPLETELY missed it. The entire team stared at me in disbelief. After all, I never miss a catch – or miss at anything! Shots, blocks, the whole shebang, especially from Ravenclaw. There was no time for explanations, though you knew I'd be giving one once the game was over. The game continued and again I was losing focus. This time it wasn’t on Oliver or Angelina. It was...Fred. I didn’t know why but I kept watching him, concentrating on him instead of the game.




Again, I missed another Quaffle. The team was starting to get mad, but not just that, frustrated. I looked over to Oliver and saw that he was getting irritated as well. We were behind by a good 40 points. Fred steered his broom past me.


“What are you doing?” he mouthed, getting back to his position.


“I –” the whistle was blown before I could say anything to him.


“Time out called by Gryffindor!” Madame Hooch announced to the crowd. The team gathered in around Oliver.


“I don’t know if anyone’s noticed,” he began. “But we’re not playing our best.” He looked at me when he said that, which definitely didn’t make me feel any better.


“Well, it would help if someone actually caught some Quaffles –” Fred started.


“Hey!” you defended, even though I knew it was true.


“We’ve still got time,” Oliver said. “Let’s get back in there and keep our heads focused on the game. All in.” We all put our hands in the middle and on three yelled ‘Gryffindor’ to show that we were done with our discussion. As the rest of the team went to their positions, Oliver took my arm.


“Wait,” he told me. “Angelina!” he yelled. Angelina swerved around and came back to the two of us.


“What’s going on, Captain?” she asked. Oliver turned to me and gave a sorry look.


“I want you to switch positions with Emma,” he said finally.


“What?!” Had you heard wrong? Did he just say switch positions with Angelina?! “Oliver, are you out of your mind?!”


“Oliver, I know we’re behind but I don’t think that’s the best idea, I mean – ”


“Angelina,” he said shushing her. “You can do this. I know you can do this.” He looked at her with a calming look. “Do it for the team, Ange.” She smiled. I almost puked.


“I’ll do it,” she agreed. She then went back to my position, leaving me with Oliver.


“What are you doing?” I asked, glaring deep into Oliver’s eyes. “I always play center Chaser!”


“I know. I know this is somewhat surprising to you,” Oliver told me.


“Only a little!” I said in an annoyed tone.


“It’s just…we need to win this game,” he continued. “And frankly, you’re not playing your best. In fact, I think this is the worst you’ve ever played.”


‘You don’t need to rub it in,’ you thought to yourself.


“Just be glad I’m still allowing you to play. Anyone else would get kicked off the team for this. You need to understand, though. Ange is on fire today and well, you’re not so much.” That really fired me up, literally pissed me off. SHE’S ON FIRE?! Oh, I bet you would think so, Oliver. I wanted to smack him. The whistle blew and the game was about to continue.


“Better get to your position,” he said, leaving. I went to my new position, on the far left closest to Fred.


‘Great,’ I thought. I looked over to Fred and saw that he was looking at me too. I wanted to get lost in his eyes. It always made things better.


The Quaffle was thrown into the air and the game had re-started. I raced around the Pitch trying to catch the Quaffle. I was in arms reach when Angie got the Quaffle and scored Gryffindor 10 points.


“That’s how you do it, Angie! Great job, atta’ girl!” I heard Oliver say from his position. This really set me on fire. I couldn’t concentrate. I was certain this was the worst day ever. I knew I still needed to play so I got my head back in focus and chased another Quaffle around. I was about to score when my broom was hit.


“Emma!” Oliver yelled seeing I'd been hit. And it was because of that that Ravenclaw had scored yet another 10 points.


“Damn it, Fred! You’re supposed to keep the bludgers away from our team not throw them at them!!” I heard George shout from the other side of the pitch. I was fine, and only a small portion of my broom had broken off. Still, I didn’t know Fred was the one that hit me until I heard George say something. That pissed me off even more.


‘Is he that serious?!’ I thought to myself.


Fred looked at me and our eyes met for a minute. I saw the bright green color of his eyes and I couldn’t help but stare even deeper into them. It was broken, however, when someone on Ravenclaw passed me with the Quaffle. I watched as the opponent went off to score another point for themselves. I looked back to Fred and I stayed like that for a moment. He then turned his broom and went back to his position in case any more Bludgers came flying at him. I could hear Oliver cursing like mad now.


The team was falling apart. Well, not so much the team, as Oliver, Fred, and I. We three were the glue of the team in all games, we were what kept the game alive and, above all else, we were pretty much the ones the team looked to if a screw up occurred. Well, there were definitely some screw ups in this game and we were the ones causing it!


Again the Quaffle was thrown in the air and I went at it. I caught it and was about to shoot it into one of Ravenclaw’s posts, when the whistle was blown. The snitch had been caught…and it was Cho Chang who had it in her hands.


*   *   *   *   *

“That was terrible!” Oliver shouted as we all walked into the locker room. “Absolutely rubbish!” It was pretty rare that Gryffindor actually lost a game, so when they announced that Ravenclaw had won, I knew we'd be getting an earful later when we went to change.


“I don’t understand,” he continued. “How in God’s name did we lose? We practiced and did all the same plays that we do before! And to Ravenclaw?! What the heck were you all thinking?!” He threw his broom in his locker.


“Chill out, Oliver, it was one game,” Fred said, closing his own locker.


“One game?” he said, narrowing his eyes. “One game?!” I watched as my boyfriend stood up on a bench, angry as ever now. “One game on the charts can affect the next game and the game after that and the game after that. This was THE game, Weasley!” he said motioning to Fred. “It was the game we needed to win!” I was getting quite annoyed at him at the moment. And whether we were in an argument or not, no one ever spoke to Fred in that way, especially if I had anything to say about it.


“A game we needed to win, or you?”


Everyone turned to me, not only stunned by the fact that I had said it, but by the fact that I, Oliver’s girlfriend, the one he cared for so much and seemed smitten to death over, had actually said it. I looked into Oliver’s eyes, which were full of puzzlement, offense and, of course, he was angry about it. It was quiet a minute before Oliver spoke again.


“Hit the showers,” he said to the team, though he was staring at me. “And then get back to your dorms and rest up. WE,” he said emphasizing the ‘we,’ “have a long practice tomorrow.”


My teammates went to the showers, taking their time as Oliver and I stood there looking at each other. I noticed Fred leaving extra slow, as if he was waiting for me to look at him. I didn’t. Once everyone had left, my glance never left Oliver’s.


“Well?” I asked.


“Well what?” he said in a defensive tone.


“What were you thinking about on that court today? Your benefit from this win or the team’s?” I said again.


“Oh, don’t turn this on me. The question is what were you thinking, Emma!” he said maybe too harshly. “What was going on today? It was like you had never played Quidditch in your life!”


“Maybe it’s about time you checked in with more things in your life other than Quidditch,” I said, stepping towards him.


“More things?” he asked jumping off the bench. “What else is there other than Quidditch?”


“See, there ya go again, Ol,” I said. “Your mind completely tones out anything other than this fucking sport – ”


“Well, it doesn’t help when someone completely freezes out in a game, CAUSING us to lose – ”


“Oh, so now it’s my fault we lost. I see, blaming me for the screw ups just because I’m co – ”


“Face it, Emma, you were rubbish out there! Talk about excuses! You’re…You’re…” he stopped. I noticed our argument had gotten louder. But why had he stopped? My eyes narrowed.


“Say it,” I said stiffly. He looked at me for a moment, as if thinking to himself ‘Why the heck did I say that?’ when he hadn’t even finished. But you know what? It didn’t even matter what he had to say. I had heard enough. I broke his glance and started putting things in my bag.


“What are you doing?” he asked, still not very nicely.


“I need to think,” I said quickly.


“Think? Psh. So now you start think,” he said harshly. I rolled my eyes and packed up my things even faster, just wanting to get the hell out of there. “Think about what?”


“Everything,” I said coldly. My back was turned to him, but I could tell his expression was one of hurt and worriment from the pause he left.


“About us?” he asked softly.


I paused. I had to think about this as well. I wasn't exactly sure. Was this going to ruin things? Had this argument pushed our relationship to its limit? Was there any worth in trying to continue the relationship with him? I closed my bag and left without saying another word. I needed to think, and when I said everything…I really had meant everything.