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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 12: Lying to Oliver Wood

 It was 9:45. Fred had told me to meet him in the Common Room at 10 p.m. for some sort of apology. I wore a red tank top that was tight with an oversized silver necklace around my neck. I wore dark wash skinny jeans and my lucky converse shoes. My hair was down and I had on eyeliner and mascara. I was about to open the door when a knock beat me to it. I opened the door and there stood Oliver.


“Hey, babe,” he greeted, giving me a kiss on the cheek. In his hand was a rose and he was dressed casually but not too casual.


“Hey,” I said, surprised. “What’s all this? I thought we weren’t meeting until 11.”


“I couldn’t wait that long,” he explained sweetly. “Besides, it’s not like you were going anywhere anyway.”


“Actually,” I started. “Fred had asked me to see him at – ”


“Psh, Weasley. Of course,” he said irritated.


“All he was going to do was apologize for walking in on us,” I explained.


“Now that is a reason to apologize,” Oliver said. “He should apologize twice. Thinking that you and I shagged. Because he interrupted us we didn’t even get to that part!”


“Uh! Oliver!” I hit him playfully in the arm. He laughed and kissed my forehead.


"Kidding," he said. I rolled my eyes as he took my hand and led me to the window. Outside was his broom.


“For you,” he said extending his arm. He got on it and patted behind him. I got on and slid my hands around his waist. I put my head on his shoulder and rode around the Quidditch Pitch. It was a beautiful night. The stars were lit in exactly the right places. After a while of gazing at the stars, we landed under the big Oak tree where Oliver had first asked me to be his girlfriend. Beneath it was a picnic that he had obviously planned for my birthday.


“Oh, Oliver,” I said when we hopped off the broom. We ate under the stars and talked about everything. We cuddled under the tree and before I knew it, it was 11:10.


“Well, in exactly one minute, you’ll be 17,” he said, glancing at his watch.


“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I said, jokingly. We shared a laugh and then he leaned in to kiss me.


“Mmm, thanks,” I said when he broke away. He smiled and went back in for more, his hands framing my face and tangled in my hair. My arms were around his waist. I then realized that I wasn't enjoying it with Oliver. I kept seeing Fred in my mind. I started to feel really uncomfortable and I broke away.


“You ok?” he asked seeing my expression.


“Yeah,” I lied. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I figured that was the easiest excuse though. “I’m good.” I went in to kiss him again and when I closed my eyes again I saw Fred’s face. This was getting really irritating. I figured that it was the guilt of not meeting with him. Once I agreed on that option, his face went away. Yep, that was definitely the reason. We kissed the rest of the time. Oliver said my name when he broke away and that got me even more turned on. I clutched his shirt in my hands and made my hands up his chest. We finally calmed down and broke away.


“I love you,” Oliver said. He was saying it a lot lately. I knew he wanted to hear me say it. I wasn't sure though, if I did love him. I knew I didn’t love him. But I did love him in some sense.


“I love you too,” I said. His face brightened with happiness.


“Really? You do?” he asked. I nodded. He moved in and kissed me. It was 11:11 p.m. I was seventeen and had just lied to Oliver Wood. 


*   *   *   *   *

When I woke up the next morning, I tried to make sense of what happened last night. I had had the weirdest dream. I was walking down an aisle in a wedding dress with a veil covering my face. I couldn’t see who the groom was because my veil was so huge. I saw my dad crying and Angelina, Katie and Hermione were my bridesmaids. I was in a big church with a ton of people as my guests. When I got to the front, the groom pulled the veil off of my face so he could look at me. The groom was Fred. We said the vows and when the priest said “I now pronounce you husband and wife…” we had the most passionate kiss. When I broke away though, I saw Oliver there. And I was pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Oliver James Wood.


That’s when I woke up. I realized that I was sweating like mad and was burning hot. I pulled the covers off of me and got in the shower.


“Oliver,” I said. No fuzzy feelings.


‘Fred,’ I thought to myself. I felt a trickle go down my spine. What was it with me? The water was cold when it ran down my back. I didn’t mind because of how hot I felt. I wondered if I was getting a fever. My head did feel rather dizzy.


I got out and blow dried my hair. I put on some jeans and a gray T-shirt and went to brush my teeth. I kept thinking about the dream I had. What the heck did that mean? It made no sense. At first, I was getting married to Fred. But when I broke away from the kiss, Oliver was standing in front of me and I was announced as Mrs. Oliver Wood. It made no sense what so ever. Yet, I felt like it had to.


I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was 7:30am. It was shocking I was up this early, especially from being up so late with Oliver last night. I then remembered about Fred.


‘Crap,’ I remembered. ‘Ugh, he’s going to kill me!’ I hadn’t ever showed up to his apologetic reunion. And I had sort of promised him I would, too. I had blown him off for a night with Oliver. What kind of a friend was that?


After awhile, I made my way down to breakfast but no one looked particularly thrilled to see me when I finally reached the table.


“Ugh, there she is,” I heard Ron mutter when I was close enough to the table that I could hear. Him and his brothers glared at me.


‘Ok, what the heck?’ I wondered. Fred got up when I sat down.


“Ok, what the heck?” I asked when he was gone. No one said anything. “Will you at least explain to me why I’m being given the silence treatment?”


“Not until you explain why you didn’t show up last night!” Hermione blurted out. Harry pulled her back.


“What? Show up?” I asked. “Fred told me to meet him at 10. Is that what this is about? You’re siding with him and – ”


“Were you with Oliver?” Harry asked. His tone was sour too. “At 10 last night?”


“He came by early,” I said. Ron rolled his eyes and stabbed his food with his fork. “I thought it’d be ok since all Fred wanted to do was apologize for – ”


“Yeah, you thought,” George interrupted. “Look, Emma, that was an excuse to get you down to the Common Room where we were having a surprise birthday party for you.” I was shocked and felt instantly guilty when I heard this.


“It was? You did?” I asked. I got a sad look on my face. One of guilt and apology.


“Yeah, but it's a little hard to do that when the birthday girl never shows up!” Ron said nastily. “You promised Fred you would show anyway! How do you think he feels?!”


“I had no choice!” I argued. “Oliver – ”


“No, you had a choice, Emma,” Harry said getting up. “You chose Oliver over us. That says it all.” He left and Hermione followed. Ron shook his head and left as well. George just sat there and said nothing.


“George, you understand, don’t you? If I would have known – ”


“I don’t know, Emma,” he started. “You hurt Fred really bad. You hurt all of us pretty bad.” He got up then and left me at the table alone. Not completely, obviously, there were others around. But my friends, my best friends, the people that most mattered, were gone. My very best friend the first to leave.