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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 20: The Gal Gets Around

“You did WHAT?!” Hermione screamed. I tried to hold back my laughter, but failed. This was a pretty serious moment after all. I had just told Hermione about my “incident” during detention. Her reaction was just priceless.


“Emma, are you kidding me?! I don’t even know what to say right now,” she started. I hadn’t thought about the fact that maybe Hermione wasn’t the type of person to want to discuss this kind of thing.


“You don’t have to say anything,” I said. “I just needed to tell someone and well, you’re one of my only girl friends so I felt you should know.”


“Oh my God,” she went on. She looked disturbed. Disturbed and shocked. I understood though. Fred and I hadn’t been "officially" dating for very long. In fact, I had always seen myself doing this thing way into a serious relationship. But I didn’t regret what happened between Fred and I. I knew I was in love. And I knew, as cliché as it sounded, we were meant to be together. If there was anyone I would have wanted to lose my virginity to, I would have wanted it to be him anyway. He was my best friend. I'd known him longest out of anyone and I trusted him with everything I had.


“I’m sorry,” I apologized to Hermione. “I shouldn’t have told you, I guess. I know it’s probably uncomfortable for you.”


“No, no. It’s okay,” she reassured. “It’s just…this isn’t going to be a frequent thing is it?” I thought a minute.


“I honestly have no idea,” I said casually. As if it were a casual subject. “I mean, it’s not like we have a schedule or anything.”


“It’s just that I don’t want to hear about every time you do, okay?” she said.


“You won’t, Hermione, don’t worry about that,” I assured her. “It’s just…it was my first time. Ever. So, I’m just a bit excited.”


“Excited, huh? That’s quite a word choice,” she said. We both laughed and there was a knock on the door.


“Come in!” I called. In walked three red-headed Weasley brothers.


“Good, you’re up!” George said as he walked in.


“What’s going on?” Hermione asked, Ron sitting next to her. Fred sat next to me and put his arm around me, kissing my head. I saw Hermione cover her eyes which made me laugh on the inside.


“Nothing that really concerns you,” Ron said. Hermione gave him a stare that sent the message ‘Rude’ all over it. “I mean, it’s just…” he tried to cover it up.


“Mom wants you to come home for Christmas with us!” Fred blurted out. My eyes grew big as George and Fred high fived each other.


“Seriously?” I asked.


“Emma,” George said, touching my shoulder. “We’ve known you our whole lives pretty much. And now that you and Fred are together, Mom felt it was more than appropriate that you spend the holidays with us!”


“That is…” Fred started. “If you want to.”


“Of course I do!” I said hugging him. “I’d love it.”


“Great!” George said, propping up from the bed. “I’ll tell Mom to expect you right away! C’mon, Ron. Let’s go.” Ron got up and followed George, taking Hermione by the hand with him.


“Wait, why am I – ” she started.


“Just c’mon!” he whispered loudly, looking in mine and Fred's direction. I was confused as Hermione closed the door, so I looked to Fred for answers.


“What was that about?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.


“Not a clue,” he said. “But…now it’s just us.” He winked. Oh great, I thought. Don’t start this.


“Fred, we gotta talk about something,” I said seriously. “I know we had a good time yesterday…a really, REALLY good time…but we can’t just be doing that all the time.” He looked like he understood and sat back so he wasn’t really touching me anymore.


“I mean, I love you. And when we did that it meant something special to me. It was the best way I could show I loved you in that moment and so I went for it and, ohmygosh, it was amazing. But if we do it all the time…I’m scared it’s going to lose that feeling. And it won’t mean anything anymore. It’ll just become normal. I don’t want that to happen, Fred.” I hoped he understood. I felt kind of bad now actually since I brought it up. But he shook his head and agreed.


“I know. I feel that way too,” he said. I smiled, a relief covering me. He leaned in and kissed me briefly before continuing. “I love you, baby.”


“I love you too,” I said. He smiled and kissed me again. We kissed for awhile and then I placed my hand along his neck. Even though I had just told Fred I wanted to take things slow, I felt myself craving for more. He put his hand on my knee and his kiss grew more passionate. I put my arms around his neck and straddled his lap so I was sitting on him. His hands softly framed my waist as my fingers became tangled in his hair. Just then, the door opened.


“Oh, not on the bed, please not on the bed,” Hermione said, shielding her eyes. I laughed as she picked up a book that she had forgotten.


“C’mon, Hermione. You wanna join?” Fred asked, jokingly. She was appalled.


“Don’t be a pig, Fred!” she said, disgusted. “Ugh!” She left the room, making sure to close the door, as quickly as possible.


“If she only knew,” he said, going to kiss me again.


“Uh, I think she already knows,” I admitted before he could reach my lips. He stopped and moved his head back, a look of shock on his face.


“Wait…she knows?”


“Yeah,” I said. Fred dropped his head and sighed heavily.


“Awesome,” he said sarcastically.


“Why? Is that a problem?” I asked, sensing his annoyance with the news.


“It’s just Hermione,” he explained. “I don’t know why you would tell her.”


“It’s a girl thing, I guess,” I said. “Besides, I trust her not to tell anyone. She doesn’t like the subject anyway.” Fred nodded, still looking a bit disappointed though. I kissed him on the cheek and he smiled.


“You missed,” he said. He kissed me on the lips again for a moment but then broke away. “Mmm, Emma. I told George.” This stopped me.


“You told George?!” I was surprised. Granted, I could have guessed that maybe he would, considering George is his twin. But…George?!


“Babe, he’s my twin! And plus I wanted to rub it in his face that I got some before he did.”


“Yeah, but baby, George will tell everyone!” I said, concerned.


“Who’s he gonna tell?” Fred said, trying to reassure me.


“Okay, maybe he won’t tell everyone. But he’ll slip to the wrong person and then everyone will know.” Fred laughed and shook his head.


“You know, you worry too much,” he said.


“I just don’t want it getting spread around,” I confessed. Secretly, I just didn’t want to be dubbed as the Hogwarts Whore or something. Even though people like Pansy and Draco slept with multiple people all the time. That adjusted my perspective once I remembered that and I felt better then.


“It won’t,” Fred said. We realized we needed to go to practice so I got off of him and went down to the pitch.


Once practice started, I noticed that a lot of people were whispering and giving us dirty looks whenever I'd kiss Fred or he’d put his arm around me or something. I pretended like it didn’t bother me and acted like I didn’t know what they were talking about, but deep down, I did.


‘That George,’ I thought. ‘It’s only been probably a few hours of him knowing and already the team, at least, knows.’


“Emma!” Oliver called to me after practice was over. I walked back to him meeting him on the pitch. Fred walked past from behind him and tapped his butt.


“I’m keeping my eye on you, Wood,” he said giving him a heavy stare. Oliver raised one eyebrow, confused as he watched my boyfriend walk away.


“Well, he certainly keeps a short leash on you,” Oliver said when he was gone.


“Well, considering the last time you wanted to talk to me you kissed me, I’d think he has good reason to,” I said harshly. Oliver gave a stiff glare. I was annoyed by the fact that Oliver had called me over. I still wasn't on the best terms with him and, honestly, I didn’t really care if that ever changed. I wanted no business with Oliver except for on the pitch. So he’s lucky this is where he decided to talk to me. “What do you want with me, Wood?”


“Is what I hear true?” he asked abruptly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked kinda pissed actually.


“What are you talking about?” I asked, needing clarification.


“Oh, like you don’t know,” he said. “You slept with Fred.”


“Yeah. I did. So what?” I said, casually. This only annoyed him all the more.


“Wha – so what?! What the fuck were you thinking?!” he said angrily.


“What do you mean what was I thinking?!” I asked. “He’s my boyfriend and I’m in love with him! Is that such a crime?!” His mouth dropped.


“You’re in love with him?!” he spewed out. Why the heck was he making this into such a big deal? “You can’t be in love with him, you haven’t even been dating that long! There’s no way you really love him. No effin’ way!!”


“Oh, what would you know about that, Oliver!” I said. “The only thing you’ve ever loved is Quidditch. You know nothing about love.”


“I know about it enough to know that you can’t fall in love with someone in two days,” he said.


“Well, for your information, Mr. Wood, I’ve known Fred for more than two days. And I’ve been in love with him for more than two days. If you want to know the truth, Oliver, I wouldn’t be afraid to say I was in love with him while I was with you.” Ouch. Harsh much. I could tell that stung him, stung him deep. It looked as if fire was in his eyes and I could tell that his heart dropped, crashed and burned from those words.


“Wow,” he said. “Why don’t you just tell me how you really feel next time, k?” He brushed into me hard as he walked past me. I felt bad, but said nothing. I didn’t even watch him leave. I just kept facing forward in the direction I was standing until he said something.


“Oh, and Emma,” he went on. He waited for me to turn around.


“Yes, my dear Oliver,” I said sarcastically. He paused before continuing.


“Use a condom.”