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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 7: Locked In

I awoke that morning on the couch, alone. I tried to remember what happened that night, and wondered if it was all just a dream. I looked towards the window and noticed that it was barely light outside.

 

‘It was definitely a dream,’ I thought. ‘If it wasn’t, Fred would still be sleeping with me in his arms.’

 

I tried not to think about the ache I now felt inside, whether it was from not having Fred by me this morning or that I had to face another day with Oliver after a nasty little bicker we had the previous day. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming through the room.

 

“Morning,” Fred said when he saw me awake. “You’re up early.”

 

“Speak for yourself,” I replied. Maybe it really did happen. Maybe it wasn’t just me and my imagination this time.

 

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

 

“6:30,” he answered, casually.

 

“6:30!!” I said, sitting up. He laughed. “Since when are you up at 6:30?!”

 

“I should be asking you the same thing,” he recalled, sitting down and putting one arm over the back of the couch.

 

“So where were you?” I asked again.

 

“Just getting things ready for the ultimate prank,” he said, smirking.

 

“Oh, really,” I said, smirking back. “And who would we be pranking this time?” He laughed before he answered. I liked this subtle flirting. Even with the boyfriend.

 

“Who said anything about we?” he said, giving a deceiving grin. I made a face.

 

“Oh, no you don’t, Fred Weasley. You are not going to pull any ultimate prank without me,” I assured him.

 

“Ha! You’ve got that right,” he said, moving a bit closer to me. I noticed this as soon as he’d started to move. I watched his free hand for a moment. I would have normally thought to end this little game of flirting, but I wanted to see where it would go today. I was in a mischievous mood at the moment. I moved yourself into the free space so that I was sitting right beside him.

 

“So, who are we pranking today, Mr. Weasley?” I said, pulling my hair out of its ponytail. I could tell he liked this. I kept it going by throwing my hand through it and giving a seductive smirk. I didn’t realize how much I was really turning him on. The only thing I realized was that I wanted to. And I had no idea why.

 

“You really shouldn’t do that,” he advised, still taking in every motion I made.

 

“What am I doing that I shouldn’t be?” I asked in a sexy whisper.

 

“Oh, come on, Emma! Don’t play that game with me!” he laughed. “You’re still with Oliver.”

 

“Maybe I’m not,” I said, raising an eyebrow. But I was. That was the truth. I was only kidding, of course, with Fred. But he still wasn’t sure.

 

“Are you?” he asked, curious. I didn’t say anything for a while.

 

“Am I really that unconvincing?” I asked breaking the silence.

 

“Well, you had me believing you for a slight moment, I must admit,” he answered.

 

“Shoot,” I said, jokingly. He laughed and I realized how much I loved his laugh. It was a beautiful laugh that I never noticed before. I enjoyed it and I hoped he would laugh forever.

 

“So, seriously,” I asked him after he had finished laughing. “Who are we pranking?” I leaned myself against him so his arm fit nicely over my shoulder.

 

“Take a wild guess,” he said. I thought a minute. I liked the idea of pranking. I needed to get my hands on a good prank. It would help get things off of my mind.

 

“Just tell me, Fred,” I pressed, sitting up to face him. He leaned in to your ear, smirking. He smelled good. So good it made my head dizzy. Whatever he was wearing was a major turn on, and I found myself trying to take in as much of him as possible.

 

“Umbridge,” he said finally.

 

I smiled at the thought of demolishing Umbridge in a wretched prank that I would help concoct up with my two favorite Weasley boys.

 

“Oh, Fred, you’re brilliant!” I said, throwing my arms around him. I was so excited I forgot what I was doing. I pulled away from him, my arms still around his neck. My eyes met and I became lost. He pulled me in closer so I had to move my head from hitting his. I could smell his cologne. It was amazing. I turned my face to Fred’s a little too soon. He didn’t stop me when I put my arms around his waist. He touched my face so very gently as he leaned in towards me. I could tell he wanted to kiss me. I couldn’t let it go there, though. He was my best friend! I buried my face into his neck, but his scent took me over. I moved my arms up his chest and I couldn’t help but breathe heavy. I could feel his heart pounding and, soon, I was being laid down on my back. I knew what he wanted. It was just if I wanted to give it to him, that was the decision. I was so dizzy from his smell, I knew I'd probably make the wrong decision whatever decision that was. I was with Oliver. He was still my boyfriend. If anything happened, I'd be cheating on him and I'd be cheating on him with my best friend who I didn’t even want to be more with. At least I thought I didn’t want to be more with. I wished I didn’t want to be more with. But all in all, did I? Did I really want to be more than friends with Fred?

 

“Hey,” he started. I could tell he wanted to say something. Ask something. I turned my head to look in his eyes. How beautiful his eyes were. So big and bold. They showed protectiveness and genuine love. His eyes said that he didn’t want to hurt me. He had never tried to hurt me, and when he did he was miserable. He didn’t want to hurt me again. I just needed to let him know where the line was.

 

“Oliver,” I said, knowing that it was too early in the morning and that I would regret doing this with Fred after it was over. He nodded and sat up. I hadn’t even touched lips, yet I felt I had gone somewhere that I couldn’t go back to. I then got up off the couch.

 

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, trying to turn things chipper again.

 

“Oh, I think you’ll like it,” he said, smirking. “I know you’ll like it.”


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“Remember,” Umbridge said over the intercom, “the Yule Ball Decorating Committee is to have a meeting today at precisely 4:20 this afternoon.” I had forgotten that the Yule Ball was coming up in one month. A few days ago I would have thought for sure Oliver and I would be going together. Now, it seemed like that was up in the air.

 

“This is bloody brilliant, Fred,” I commented, looking over his scheme.

 

“Of course it is,” George said. “It’s a Weasley original.” We were sitting on the bench in the hall closest to her office. The plan was when Umbridge left her office, George would keep watch while Fred and I would slip in and put a potion in her tea that every time she opened her mouth made her sound exactly like a pig. The even more brilliancy of this prank was that the louder and angrier she got, the higher the squeal would be and the longer it’d last. It was pure brilliance. Umbridge just had to leave.

 

“Oh, for God sakes, what is she doing in there? Having a political debate with her cats?” Fred asked getting impatient.

 

As soon as Fred had said that, the door opened. The three of us threw yourselves behind the staircase that led up to her office. She stood up there for a while and then finally walked downstairs. Fred, George and I were skin tight against each other. Fred’s hand found its way to my waist and, though it should have felt uncomfortable, it felt quite nice. I actually felt shivers go up and down my spine as he pulled me even closer to his side.

 

When Umbridge was surely out of sight, we made our way up the staircase. George used a hairpin that he had borrowed from me to unlock the door.

 

“Ready?” Fred asked. I nodded. I took a deep breath and walked into Umbridge’s office. The door closed behind us.

 

“Do you have the potion?” I asked Fred.

 

“Right here,” he said, patting at his side pocket. We saw her tea sitting in its usual spot on her desk. Fred opened the bottle and poured it carefully into the cup. I watched him like I was in a trance. He was trying so hard to concentrate. He looked very attractive when he was concentrating. He did a sort of thing with his eyebrows and his lips went into a thin line.

 

“That should do it,” he said, after pouring in about 3 drops of potion. “Don’t want to put in so much that she can taste it.” We both got up and went to the door. I went to turn the handle, but it didn’t turn. It didn’t budge. I tried again, but the door didn’t open.

 

“What?” Fred asked, noticing there was something wrong.

 

“It’s not opening,” I said.

 

“Let me,” he said, taking the doorknob. He did the same as me, but it still didn’t open. He turned it, he pulled it, he pushed it. It didn’t move. We were locked in.

 

“Shit!” Fred said, banging his head against the wall. The cats on the wall squirmed from the motion. “Shit, shit, SHIT!”

 

“Fred,” I said staring at the door. “What do we do?” We looked at each other and for a moment I was lost in his eyes again. We stayed like that, lost in each others’ eyes, for a while. He moved closer to me and touched my arm. I closed the space between us and stroked my hand against the side of his face. I was positive that I would have done something I didn’t want to, something I'd regret, had I not heard George squeal from outside.

 

“Professor Umbridge!” I heard George squeak from the bottom of the stairs.

 

“Over here,” Fred said pulling me toward a closet. When we opened it though, it was filled with an organized row of teacups from top to bottom. I felt my face get hot. Fred and I had never gotten caught with a prank before. Ever. And if Umbridge caught us, we would be expelled from Hogwarts for sure.

 

The doorknob jiggled and I began to panic. Fred pulled me to the side of her desk. Her desk was just big enough that we couldn’t be seen. I grabbed Fred’s hand when I heard the door open. I must have been squeezing it pretty hard because I felt my hand begin to shake. He placed his free hand on my knee and I stop shaking. Umbridge was humming when she sat down at her desk. She sipped her tea and I knew that if Fred and I didn’t get out of there, we would either die from laughing or from Umbridge catching us. My eyes began to burn and Fred motioned for me to move around to the front of the desk where she still couldn’t see.

 

‘Sure,’ I thought. ‘This is great and all not seeing us. But how are we going to get out of here?!’

 

She was about to press the button on the intercom when she stopped. I held my breath and squeezed Fred’s hand. She got up and went over to the window across from her desk. The door was slightly opened. We went for it. While she opened the window to let in a breeze, Fred and I ran quietly to the door and ran outside. Fred closed the door quietly behind us as we ran the rest of the way down. We didn’t know what happened next. The next thing we heard, however, was the sound of feedback and a pig over the receiver from Umbridge’s office.


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