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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 6: Happily Ever After

I didn’t cry. Not this time. I forced myself not to. I was making a big deal out of nothing. All I wanted to do was sit on the windowsill in the Gryffindor Common Room and let the wind and the breeze of the night take me away. I wanted to get away. Just for a while. From all the stress and these thoughts that haunted my mind and dreams consistently now. I wanted to get away from Oliver, Fred, Quidditch, school…everything.




I turned around, startled at first. But then after seeing Fred, I became surprisingly calm.


“Hey,” I replied. It was quiet for a moment, neither of us saying anything at first.


“Mind if I sit down?” Fred asked, gesturing toward the window.


“Go ahead,” I answered. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t completely relaxed either. I felt my palms get hot as I made room for him to sit next to me. We both looked out into the night sky for a minute. We both knew what we were thinking. I wanted to say it, but how? I wanted to tell him, whether it was easy or not, and it sure wasn’t. But, I couldn’t put words to words and –


“I –” we both started, turning toward each other. We exchanged a brief laugh before turning away again.


“I’m sorry,” Fred said finally. My heart leapt in the air and a grin spread across my face.


“Me too,” I said nodding.


“No, don’t be sorry,” he argued. “Really, I had no right to be mad at you, and I shouldn’t have said those things I said. None of them were true. And – ”


“Fred, it’s ok,” I said cutting him off. “You don’t have to apologize.”


“Of course I have to! Emma, I smacked you. And the things I said…they weren’t fair to you,” he started again. He was right. It really did hurt me. I didn’t want to hear him apologize though. Not now.


“Well, you’re forgiven, Mr. Weasley,” I ended. He laughed.


“Thanks,” he said. There was quiet again.


“So…” I said, trying to break the silence. “We friends again?”


He looked at me and our eyes met. I had missed his eyes. This time I didn’t try to break away. We kept gazing into each others’ eyes, just loving every moment of it.


“God, I hope so,” he said, smiling. I smiled back at him and, suddenly, we broke out laughing hysterically. We didn’t know why. It must have been the fact that we were friends again, how much we missed it and all, and just how silly these past few days had been. Once we finally calmed down, I placed my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around my waist.


“So uh,” he started. “What happened with Oliver?” I had forgotten about my little spat with Oliver since Fred had entered the room. I didn’t want to remember, but I suddenly did, and that same hurt came over me again.


“We had a fight,” I said. “A big one.”


“I heard,” he said after a while. I lifted my head up, puzzled.


“You heard?” I repeated.


“You guys were pretty loud,” he continued.


“Oh,” I said again. There was a long pause after that.


“I may have stuck around afterwards, ya know, after the game,” he started. “Just to like, make sure you were okay.” This surprised me.


“Really?” I asked.


“Ah, Emma, don’t make me get all sentimental,” he said. “I was worried about you. I mean, you’re my best friend, Em, and yeah, we had our little spat and all but if anyone else ever hurt you I’d rip their fucking head off.” I laughed at this. It was a short laugh and it wasn’t all that funny either. Just the absurdity of Fred giving Oliver hell was a bit ridiculous in my opinion.


“Thanks, I guess,” I said. He pulled me closer to his side in a fun-loving way.


“Yeah, you better thank me!” he said in a joking tone. I smiled up at him. Holy crap, he had a beautiful smile. Why hadn’t I ever noticed this before? Any of this. I had known him since we were babies – why was all of sudden everything about him jumping out at me? Those bold eyes. His prominent yet cute nose. His soft lips…wait, what the fuck?! What was all of that? I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and turned away to look back out at the sky. I then remembered Oliver and that same hurt came into my heart again. What did I really want? Why even put up with him? Sure, he was charming, sweet, athletic and he was freaking hot. And yes, every girl wanted him and he just so happened to want me instead. But there was something about Oliver that seemed to not mesh with me, or I thought didn’t. I wanted it to, oh so badly I wanted it to. But…after today’s argument…


“I…I honestly don’t know.”


“Don’t know what?” Fred asked, as I put my head back on his shoulder.


“…If…If things will work,” I confessed. It was quiet again. I didn’t really feel like talking about it. And then he said it:


“They will.”


I looked at him and saw a reluctant look on his face. His face stayed pictured in my head as I turned away. I knew he didn’t want them to. And suddenly, I realized now what I wanted. I looked up at Fred, our noses barely touching. I touched the side of his face and wrapped my arm around his neck. He pulled me close so that I had to move my head to the side of his face to keep from our noses touching.


‘Wait…we’re just friends,’ I told myself.


‘What if you’re not meant to be friends,’ another part of me said. ‘What if you’re meant to be more than that?’


He placed his hand on my waist and I moved my arm from his face to his chest. I was breathing heavy now and buried my head into his neck.


‘We’re not,’ I told yourself again. ‘We…we can’t…I…I’m still dating Oliver.’


His scent took over me and I rubbed my hands down his chest, feeling every ab of his body. I felt his hands against the skin of my hips and he slowly moved them up farther along my waist. My lips traced the lines of his neck and around his ear while his did the same.


‘There was no permanent break up. We’re still together…’


I wanted him to suck on my neck, to go farther. I straddled him as his hands went farther up my body. I could tell he liked the touch of my skin and I liked it too. I fit my hands around his neck and tangled them in his hair as he said my name. I had never felt like this with Fred before but so far, I was liking it. I suddenly couldn’t control it anymore. I placed my wet tongue on his jaw line, tracing your way up to his ear. You bit it softly while he let out a heavy sigh. What the fuck was going on with me?! I could feel his heart beat faster and his grip get firmer as he rubbed his hands up to my bra. I feared something would come of this but at the same time I wanted it to.


‘This is wrong,’ I continued to tell myself. ‘Oliver and I…we’re still…nothing’s changed…we’re still together…I…’


“Uh, Em,” Fred said breaking away from me. “You…you’re with Oliver.” I untangled myself from him and just simply sat next to him. As much as it hurt, he was right. I couldn’t be with Fred. I was with Oliver. Olly. Ugh, that Angelina! What if he was…right now…with…oh, geez.


And so, I cried. I cried right there on the spot, in Fred’s arms. Yes, I was with Oliver. The Oliver Wood. The boy every girl dreamed of having. He was ultimately Hogwarts’ Prince Charming. And he was mine. Yet, it didn’t feel like it. If it did, where was this happy ending that all love stories have? Were Oliver and I to even have one? I felt Fred wrap his arms tighter around me. And there in his arms I stayed. And I fell asleep in his arms, in what seemed like forever, where it felt like happily ever after.