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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 11: What Feels Right

 I was in the middle of a fierce make-out session with Oliver when the door opened.


“Woah, baby,” the voice said turning away.


“Augh, Fred, what in God’s name do you want?” Oliver said, sitting up some. I glared at Fred when I saw it was him. What did he want?


“Well, maybe you’re too busy for it,” Fred said nastily. I rolled my eyes.


“In that case, good!” Oliver said, going back to kissing me.


“Hooch wants to see you,” Fred explained turning to leave. Oliver moaned and rolled me off of him. He cursed under his breath and buttoned back up his shirt.


“I’ll be back,” he said giving me a peck on the lips before getting up. He shot Fred a disgusted look as he left the room. I did, too, once Oliver was gone.


“What is your problem?” I asked.


“How was I supposed to know you were in the middle of shagging?! It’s not like I knew exactly what Oliver was doing in there!” he defended.


“We weren’t shagging,” I said. Though, I was certain that’s probably where things would have gone eventually. “I told him we were to do none of that.”


“Yeah, well, I heard noises that didn’t just come from making out,” he replied.


“I thought you didn’t know what he was doing in here,” I mentioned. He looked taken aback.


“I…” Fred stammered. My eyes got wide with anger.


“You thought he was with someone else!” I accused.


“I was just doing what Hooch asked me too, that’s all I came for,” he said.


“Ugh!” I said getting up. I was wearing one of Oliver’s shirts. I took it off and picked up mine. I was wearing a very sexy lightly lined red lace bra. It was a push up and gave me extra cleavage, so even though it shouldn’t have surprised me, I was incredibly irritated when I saw Fred staring.


“What?!” I asked harshly.


“What do you want me to do Em, you’re undressing right in front of me!” he said, defensive. I threw Oliver’s shirt at him and put on mine.


“Look,” he said as I got up to leave. “I guess I owe you an apology. Meet me in the Common Room at 10 p.m.”


“Fred –” I started.


“Seriously, it’s your birthday, I’ll make this up to you,” he promised. I looked at him. I wanted to stay mad at him. But, like always, I couldn’t.


“You know what I absolutely hate, Fred?” I said getting up. He got a worried look on his face. I laughed shortly. “I can never stay mad at you.”


He smiled and pulled me into a hug. It was a very nice hug. I could smell his scent again. I closed my eyes and put my arms around his middle. I couldn’t help but smile.


“Happy birthday,” he whispered sweetly. He kissed the top of my head. For some reason, this was shocking. It was short but it still made me feel…happy. It felt right. And for some reason, I was completely ok with that. I looked up and met his eyes.


“Thanks,” I said smiling. He let go of me but I put my arms around his neck.


“No,” I said. “Not yet.” He got a curious look on his face but put his hands around me anyway. It felt good to be in his arms. It didn’t feel wrong like before. This felt ok. It felt right.


‘If he just kissed my forehead and this is what I feel like,’ I wondered. He put his lips against my head again. I moved my head and met his gaze again. I stayed like that for a minute. My heart started pounding again and my stomach was going crazy. It didn’t help that he pulled me closer to him.


“Fred,” I started. I closed my eyes and I felt his arms fit on my waistline. I put my hands along his face so I could face him. We were both breathing heavy, drenched in temptation. I calmed myself down and slowly moved in closer to his face. He moved his so he was barely touching my lips. We knew what was going to happen. And what shocked me was, I wanted it to. Suddenly, I was pushed on the bed and the door opened.


“Weasley!” Oliver said from the doorway. “Practice! Now!”


“Just Weasley?” I asked, surprised.


“It’s your birthday, baby, you don’t have to play today,” he explained, going over to me. Fred sighed and held up both of his hands, indicating 10.


‘Don’t forget,’ he mouthed, as he left.


“Are you sure you don’t want me to practice?” I asked.


“Baby, you’re my star player, you don’t need it,” he assured me. I raised an eyebrow remembering the game I had previously played.


“You sure about that?” I questioned. He bit his bottom lip and thought for a minute. He remembered it too.


“One practice isn’t going to hurt,” he said. “Besides, it’s your birthday, consider it a present.” He kissed the top of my head and walked to the door.


“I love you,” he said and closed the door. I sat on his bed with a look of confusion. Because I realized something. Oliver’s kiss didn’t feel right.