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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 16: Not Soon Enough...

I got up the next morning, tired and sleep deprived. I couldn’t remember at all what had happened last night, other than the kiss Fred and I had shared. How could I forget? It was so passionate and real and so…well...it was just beautiful.

 

“So,” Hermione said sitting down on my bed. “You had a big night last night.”

 

“You know?” I asked. She nodded. I wondered how long she had been waiting for me to wake up. “What time is it?”

 

“Almost 8, we’ll be going to breakfast in a few minutes,” she started. “But first, I want to know every detail.” I had never seen Hermione like this before.

 

“Hermione, I honestly don’t remember,” I said.

 

“What do you mean you don’t remember? It was the talk of the night!” she informed me.

 

“It was?!” I asked shocked. How many people knew that Fred and I had locked lips?

 

“George walked in on you, remember?” she said. I didn’t remember. All I remembered was the kiss. “Oliver sure was pissed though, but like that wasn’t expected.”

 

Oliver, pissed? Get out. Why the heck would Oliver care whether Fred and I had snogged or not? It’s not like he cared before. All he cared about was his precious Angelina. If anything, he should be pissed Fred kissed her. Why would he care about me?

 

“Look, Hermione, all I remember was when I last kissed Fred,” I admitted.

 

“Well, then, how was it?” her eyes were full of interest. I couldn’t describe it. Even if I tried, it wouldn’t have summed it up. It was ultimately the best kiss of my life...how could I put that into words?

 

“Hermione,” I started. “Can I ask you something?” She looked at me confused.

 

“Sure,” she said. I took a deep breath and looked for the right words.

 

“Are…did Fred and I…are we dating?” I asked. Her eyes got wide with shock that I didn’t know the answer to that.

 

“Well,” she began. “I honestly don’t know. You acted like you were. God, you acted like you were. I had to kick him out of our dorm WAY past curfew before he finally left. God knows what you two were doing before then.” This made me nervous. What if Fred and I had shagged? Why couldn’t I remember this? Was I drunk or something last night? Malfoy probably spiked the punch or something like it.

 

“Bahhhh,” I said annoyed. I threw my head on my pillow as I tried hard to remember everything Hermione was telling me.

 

“Do you want to date Fred?” she finally asked. I thought a minute, though I really didn’t need to. I knew that you did, but…how could I not have remembered this? Just then two boys barged in.

 

“Morning, Hermione. Morning, Emma,” Fred said, walking over.

 

“Morning,” we both said in unison. Fred leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

 

“Are we ready to go yet?” George asked.

 

“Almost,” Hermione replied. “Emma just got up a few minutes ago.”

 

“You two go down then,” Fred said. “We’ll catch up with you later.” He smirked at me when he said that.

 

“Just, please, for our sake...nothing too detailed,” George said leaving. Fred rolled his eyes and Hermione got up and exited with George, closing the door behind them. When the door was closed, it got real awkward really fast between the two of us. Well, not REAL awkward. But there was a brief silence for a moment.

 

“Hi,” I said.

 

“Hi,” he answered, a suggestive grin across his face. “Sleep well?”

 

“A bit,” I answered. I didn’t want to bring up that I had absolutely no idea where the two of us stood right now. Or that I had practically forgotten everything that happened. He laid down next to me on his side and kissed me on the mouth. He tried to break away at one point but I wouldn’t let him, framing his face with my hand and kissing him more passionately. I could tell he really enjoyed that. I was pretty sure he enjoyed anything semi-sexual with me. Then again, so did Oliver.

 

“Mmm, that was nice,” he said when I finally broke away. I laughed and ran my hands down to his chest, playing with his shirt.

 

“I could do that all day with you and it’d never get old,” I said. He smiled and I returned the favor.

 

“I could name a few other things you could do with me that wouldn’t get old,” he said with a smirk.

 

“Oh, please Fred, can’t your horny self be serious for once?” I asked as he laughed.

 

“Now, see, if I did that, where would the fun in everything be?”

 

“Maybe we could actually have some fun if you could be a little sweet and romantic every once in a while,” I suggested. His eyes got wide and his smile broadened.

 

“Really? We could?”

 

“No, probably not,” I answered. I laughed when the disappointed look across his face appeared. I kissed him sweetly on the lips and told him not to be such a sucker.

 

“You know, that really isn’t fair,” he said.

 

“Eh, you can get me back later then,” I replied with a wink. He smiled as he looked into my eyes.

 

“Oh, I plan to,” he said with a grin. Goodness, I was smitten. I honestly could spend my whole life just lying next to him in this very moment and do nothing else. He started playing with my hands ever so gently. I was pretty sure he had the softest hands in the world after that.

 

“So, uh…seriously,” he started. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you…. Last night was the happiest night of my life, hands down.” I looked at him and buried my face in his neck, smiling.

 

“You’re cute,” I said flirtatiously. He smiled and kissed me on the lips. As much as I hated to, I finally broke away.

 

“I better get dressed and all that if we wanna go down soon,” I said, rolling out of bed.

 

“Aww c’mon, baby,” he said sitting up on the side of the bed. Baby? That was a clue toward the status on our relationship. He took my hand and pulled me back. “Can’t we just stay here?” I giggled at him as he pulled me into him. I was wearing a light blue and white pinstriped button up shirt…and that was pretty much it. I straddled him and happily kissed him as I put my arms around his neck. His hands made their way around my waist while we kissed until I, regretfully, broke away.

 

“Fred, you know if we don’t go, they’re going to become suspicious,” I said, getting off him.

 

“Let them!” he said. “We’ve got nothing to hide!” I laughed as I put on my jeans.

 

“…Damn,” Fred said, watching.

 

“Haha! What?” I asked, amused.

 

“Oh nothing,” he said, casually.

 

“Pff, are you staring at me or something?” I asked, jokingly.

 

“Maybe,” he teased. “I’m only staring at the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said. I rolled my eyes as I zipped up my fly.

 

“Don’t lie,” I argued. He raised an eyebrow at me and then rolled his eyes. I smirked and turned around where he couldn’t see the front of me. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, deciding I'd have some more fun again. I turned my chin so it was resting on my shoulder and looked at his reaction. It was like testosterone had spilled from all parts of him.

 

“You’re right I did lie…I’m watching the sexiest girl in the world undress,” he clarified. That really turned me on. He got up and came over to me. I didn’t even bother putting a bra on because my hair covered everything. He immediately grabbed my face and kissed me. I rubbed my hands on his shirt and he moved his hands all over my back, touching every inch of my skin. I was so tight up against him now as I continued to make out with him. After a while, Fred lifted me up and I straddled his waist, locking my legs behind him. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He walked backwards and eventually fell onto the bed. We made out for a long time before he finally moved his hands to the front of me. We were skin on skin now and before I knew it, I was the one on my back now. Fred moved his lips to the side of my neck and began sucking on me. I began to move my body up and down to his and he eventually moved his lips down to my chest. I had never felt like this, especially with Fred, before and so I was a little scared of what to do. I didn’t even know Fred was capable of acting this way. But we had only been dating a day, if we were dating at all, and so as much as I hated to, I eventually told him we had to stop. When I finally cooled down, you put on the first T-shirt I could find and Fred kissed me one more time passionately.

 

“Holy shit, you’re amazing…” he said breaking away from the kiss. I smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips before we went downstairs on Fred’s back. It was obvious. We were definitely dating.


 

*   *   *   *   *



It was my first practice back since Oliver and Angelina had shagged in Katie’s dorm. It was almost weird coming back, but it felt good at the same time. This was home for me. And I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now.

 

“You all set, babe?” Fred asked putting his arm around me.

 

“Pff, you know I’m going to scorch you today, Weasley,” I said playfully.

 

“Weasley? We start going out and that’s all I get? Psh, thanks,” he said.

 

“Oh, would you like me to call you Sugarlumps and Pumpkin instead, Honeybee?” I replied mockingly. Fred raised his eyebrows and dropped them as if he was creeped out. I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. I was so happy. Nothing could go wrong.

 

*   *   *   *   *



Everyone was absolutely drenched in sweat. It was a scorching day outside and I had worked my butt off at practice. Thank goodness it was over.

 

“Emma!” Fred called coming over to me.

 

“What’s up?” I said once he got to me. Gosh, he looked so hot when he was sweaty.

 

“I’m gonna start heading up. You’ll meet me in the Common Room when you’re done?”

 

“Sure,” I said. He kissed me goodbye and then left. I watched him walk away, smitten as ever. Ugh…was…was I…oh my goodness, I couldn’t be, could I? Was I in –

 

“Hey, Emma,” a voice came that broke my thoughts. This wasn’t just any voice though. I knew that voice…that Scottish accent.... I hesitated turning around slowly.

 

“Hi, Oliver,” I said, swallowing a lump in my throat. It was the first time we talked since the Yule Ball. It was actually quite awkward.

 

“Um, yeah. …You…uh,...you did really good on the field today,” he said shyly. This was not like him at all. Why was he being so shy?

 

“Oh…thanks,” I said going to leave. Before I could though, he stopped me.

 

“Emma, I’m not finished yet.” I waited for him to start again.

 

“Ok…look, let me just come out with it. I miss you,” he said. What? I must have heard him wrong. He missed me?!! Ha! Yeah right.

 

“I…I know that’s kind of weird to hear…but it’s the truth. You see…” he cradled his hand along my face. I couldn't help but be a little skeptical. “I really care about you.” He leaned in to kiss me, but I jerked away.

 

“Um, yeah, sorry, what?! Are you kidding me, Oliver?” I said backing away.

 

“Emma, I need you. I – ”

 

“Ha! You need me?! Oliver, are you drunk? Are you high? What is the matter with you?” There was a pause as he hesitated. He came closer to me, but before I could notice.

 

“Everything…without you,” his lips then pressed against mine and his hand held my face there. I wanted to let go. I tried. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. His grip was too strong on me. I broke away a couple times but he just brought me back, his grip even harder on me every time. I was so scared. It reminded me of that time Malfoy had cornered me up against the wall…the time Oliver “saved me.” And now…he was doing the same to me.

 

I finally broke it off…but not soon enough. Because as soon as I did, standing behind Oliver only a few feet away…was a red-haired twin…staring at both of us.


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