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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 9: Partially Lying

 “I love you,” Oliver said, once I broke away from his kiss. I put my fingers up to his lips to stop him from going back for more. What? I was positive he was lying now.


“Don’t say it, unless you absolutely mean it,” I said. It was quiet for a minute.


“I love you,” he whispered, leaning into my ear. I didn’t know what to say. I, honestly, didn’t love him. Well, I loved him, of course, but I wasn't in love with him. It was WAY too soon!


“Oliver, I – ” I started. I was broke off by the sound of a pig squealing. I looked to my left and saw Professor Umbridge racing down the hall, face filled with fury.


“Oh, shit,” I murmured. Oliver looked at me, raising an eyebrow.


“You didn’t,” he said.


“Uh…” I started, turning my eyes away from the big sea of pink coming toward me. “Heh, heh.” Oliver just laughed.


“You’re ridiculous,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. I stopped him again.


“I really don’t think this is the best time, Ol,” I explained, trying to leave. He laughed again.


“Well, good luck,” he said, kissing my cheek.


I quickly went off to find Fred and George. I could hear Umbridge’s pace growing faster and faster as she saw me leave. My pace quickened as well as I reached the end of the hall. I didn’t know which way to turn and Umbridge was coming up behind me faster and faster. I luckily didn’t have to think for very long, for a hand took my arm and pulled me from the left and into their arms. I was going to scream until I noticed it was Fred. He placed his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Umbridge, the squeal dying down somewhat, had reached the place where I had been dragged just seconds before. Her face still red, she kept going straight down the hall, not seeing me or Fred.


“When I find those Weasley’s,” was all I could make out from her pig toned voice. Fred’s hand left my mouth and I exhaled the air I had been holding the whole time.


“Bloody hell, Emma, what were you trying to do, get us caught again?!” his voice wasn’t as friendly as it had been before.


“You think I would?” I replied. “It wasn’t necessarily my fault. Oliver’s the one that kept me for so long.”


“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” Fred answered sarcastically. “Prince Charming had to come to the rescue again.”


“Ugh, not again, Fred,” I said, wiping my hand along my brow bone. I was not going to get into another Oliver related fight with him again. That was the last thing I wanted to go through. Especially to go through it twice. “What is your problem with Oliver?”


“You know how I feel about him and you,” he said like it was an obvious question. “Him and any girl at that matter.”


“Oliver is not a cheater, Fred,” I said simply. “In fact...he told me he loves me.”


“He loves you?!” Fred blurted. “He doesn’t even know what love is!!”


“Oh, and you do?” I said with a defensive tone. He was quiet. All we did was stare at each other.


“I know it a lot better than he does,” he finished, walking away. I sighed and followed him. I was quiet while I walked next to him, as was he.


“Look,” he continued, after a while. “I’m partially lying. It’s not just any girl. It’s you. I don’t care what he does with any other girl in Hogwarts, unless it’s Ginny, of course. But you’re my best friend, Emma, and I don’t want him to hurt you again, like he hurt you yesterday.” He stopped and turned to me, taking my shoulders.


“I just think you should think it through before taking him back again. Just…think about what you really want…for me.” I looked at his eyes. I wanted to believe he was wrong and being selfish, but I couldn’t. I could live with the reason he gave me. He was concerned for me. He wanted me happy. He wanted his best friend happy and didn’t want to see her mess up.


“Ok,” I said, nodding my head. I knew the deal had already been done with Oliver. I was his girlfriend and he was my boyfriend and that’s the way it was. But still, I could at least pretend to think about it. I could at least do that, for Fred. After all, he was my best friend. What all could thinking hurt?