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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 22: Permanent

Christmas Eve had finally arrived and with it came a white soft snow that covered the grounds of the Weasley residence. Earlier that day, Fred, George and I had played outside in the snow and the Weasleys had a huge snowball fight to top it off. It had been such a fun day and I was able to sneak in a few kisses with Fred occasionally, which warmed me up from the cold.


Afterwards, there was a huge feast for everyone. Molly had prepared a traditional Christmas Eve dinner with roasted duck, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, rolls, baked corn and, for dessert, pumpkin pie. I was so stuffed by the end of the meal. I couldn’t even imagine what tomorrow’s dinner would be like!


It was tradition in the Weasley home to give one gift to each person on Christmas Eve. Everyone went around and chose a gift from under the tree, except for Fleur because Bill said he had something extra special to give her. I laughed when Ron got an itchy, and rather hideous, home-made sweater from Molly that she had “stitched with love” for him. He didn’t look at all thrilled and I hoped I wasn't getting something of the same nature.


In fact, I got something much better than a sweater, and thank God for it. Molly and Arthur thought to get me something for Christmas as well – an original book of the best Quidditch plays in history! I loved it and thanked them immensely for it. Fred and George both got matching sweaters with their initials on it, but instead of having the same reaction as Ron, they looked at each other and winked. Ugh. The Weasley Twins up to no good once again. Finally, everyone had received a gift except for Fleur.


“Alright, Bill, you’ve kept her waiting long enough,” Arthur said. “Let’s get a move on.”


Everyone was anxious to see what Bill had gotten Fleur, especially since he made her wait last. He seemed a little nervous, but excited and happy at the same time. I had absolutely no idea what it could be, for he didn’t have a box or package or anything near him. Finally, he cleared his throat and took Fleur’s hands.


“Fleur,” he began. “When I first met you, I immediately decided that I had to have you. I thought you were the most beautiful girl on the planet and every day you grow more and more beautiful. You make me so happy and make me a better person just by being who you are. I love you so much, Fleur, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” My heart began to melt at the words Bill was saying to Fleur, praying those same words would be said to me someday. Fred put his arm around me and held my hand as he kissed the top of my head. Scratch that. Fred had already said those words to me, and I knew he meant every word. I looked up at him and saw in his eyes how much he loved me and I knew deep down I was falling even deeper in love with him every day. Suddenly, my thoughts were broken by Bill getting down on one knee before Fleur.


“Fleur,” he started, a more serious tone in his voice. He removed a small black box from his pocket and opened it. Inside revealed a beautiful sapphire and diamond ring that sparkled at every angle. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?”


“Yes!” she said, leaning down to kiss him. Everyone cheered and Molly wiped tears from her eyes. It was official. Bill and Fleur were getting married! I had to admit that it made me want the same thing. Wait – did I just admit that?! I didn’t really want to get married yet, right?! It’s way too soon. And I've only been dating Fred for a short while. So getting married is way out of the question…right? As everyone was saying congratulations and getting ready for bed, I turned to Fred and kissed him on the lips.


“I have something for you tonight,” I whispered seductively in his ear.


“Really?” he replied. “What might that be?”


“Oh, just something special I thought you might enjoy…” I whispered. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow and I just winked at him.


“It’s your present so I hope you enjoy it, at least,” I clarified. He shook his head and smiled.


“Anything involving you is an extreme delight,” he said softly. I was so smitten with this boy. It was almost unfair. And with the news of Bill and Fleur’s engagement, I felt myself wanting that same thing. But did I want it with Fred? I watched him as he interacted with his family and I knew that this is what I wanted forever. I knew…I wanted this…permanently.


‘Woah,’ my conscious said. ‘Such big words, Emma! Are you sure you mean them?’


My conscious was right. That was a huge statement, and if I really meant it then it was an even bigger one. I loved Fred, I knew that. I had always known that. And not only did I love Fred but I loved his entire family, and they certainly seemed to love me. I honestly couldn’t think about not having these people in my life forever. I wanted it, yes. I wanted Fred…to be my forever.

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After everyone calmed down after giving their gifts, I snuck up to my room while Fred and George hung out downstairs. I was excited. I was in love. And both of those things together just made this night extra special for me. Granted, my gift to Fred wasn’t anything tangible…and it definitely wasn’t something he could tell his family about. But ever since Fred and I had gotten so close – along with my sudden realization of how strongly I wanted Fred in my life – I thought this might put a spark in our relationship that hadn’t before. This was the night when I gave Fred the time of his life and officially made it known to him that I was his; that my love for him was unconditional and permanent. And maybe a little bit that his girlfriend who he thought was a sweet, funny, outgoing girl also had a devious, wild side to her.


I used my wand to dim the lights in the room and set lit candles around the room in various places. I took off my clothes to reveal a very sexy, black lingerie ensemble. I messed up my hair, really trying to make myself look wild and out-of-control. I gave myself sultry eyes, spritzed some perfume on and brushed my teeth. I put a charm on the room that made it sound proof…just in case things got really wild. Better safe than sorry, I figured. I laid down on the bed on my side and got in position. It wasn’t long after that I heard a knock on the door.


“Emma, can I – oh my fuck…” Fred said when he entered the room. I smirked at his reaction to everything and the testosterone that oozed out of him.


“Lock the door,” I ordered. He did as I said, not taking his eyes off me. I got off the bed and slowly walked over to him, licking my lips while throwing my hand through my hair. Man, was he enjoying this, which made it so much more enjoyable for me too.


“Holy – ”


“Shh,” I whispered, putting a finger to his lips. I pinned him against the door and got close to him. “You’re so chatty…Why don’t you shut those lips and find a better use for them.” I licked his jaw line and he shivered from the wetness of my tongue.


“You wanna know a secret?” I began, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He was dying from anticipation and I could tell by his face he was getting more and more turned on with every move I made. “I’ve…been one…” I kissed his neck, “naughty, naughty…girl this year…” I bit his ear and he responded in pleasure.


“I’ve been so bad,” I continued. “Father Christmas has told me to stay away from you.” I backed away from him but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into him.


“No,” he said, running his hands underneath my cover-up. God, this was turning me on. “You haven’t been nearly bad enough for that.”


“I haven’t?” I asked in a raspy tone. I put my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “How bad do you think I’d have to get?”


“Really…really…really bad…” he growled into my ear. He grabbed your ass and pinned me up against him. And God, did that make me want him. I quickly took off his shirt and rubbed my hands all over him. I kissed his neck and sucked on it hard, him moaning in pleasure. I took his hand and placed it on my chest, moving it up and down as he squeezed.


“Bad like this?” I asked. He looked in my eyes with an intense desire.


“…Not even close…” he said, sending shivers up my spine. I raised an eyebrow and shoved my tongue into his mouth. We made out like animals as our bodies began to move to each others. I broke away from him, panting with a smile across my face. I moved slowly downward, my hands touching every part of his body. I unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. I looked up at him and smiled a wicked smile.


“How ‘bout this?” I asked, licking my lips.


“Oh my God,” he reacted. He could barely take this anymore.


“Not yet?” I assumed. “Heh…you’re a hard one to please, Fred Weasley…” I began to tease him wickedly and, finally, I stood up and kissed him hard on the mouth. Almost immediately he shoved his tongue down my throat. He picked me up and I straddled him, locking my legs behind him. He moved me over to the bed and laid me down on my back as I tried to calm down. He undid my bra in one swift motion and began kissing and licking my chest. He moved his lips slowly down to my stomach and then farther, so that he was taking off my underwear. He looked up at me and smirked, raising an eyebrow at the same time. God, that got me going.


He kissed me hard on the mouth as he finally slid himself into me. We made love for what seemed like hours and I knew in the morning I'd be sore.


“I love you, Emma,” he said when we were finished. He laid down next to me and I cuddled up next to him. “But what the hell? You’ve been holding out on me, babe!” I laughed at his comment and kissed him on the lips. Oh, that was dangerous. I could go another round with that kiss of his.


“Oh hush,” I said. “You have your whole life to get more of that if you want it.” He smiled and stroked his nose to mine.


“My whole life, ya think?” he responded. I kissed him on the mouth passionately, my hand caressing his neck. He held me, rubbing my skin softly.


“Fred, I…” I started. But I couldn’t get the words out. I was too nervous! I didn’t know why exactly, because it was just Fred. But I had never said anything like this to anyone before. And what if he didn’t feel the same way?


‘Oh, shut up Emma,’ my conscious scolded. ‘You know for a fact he loves you more than anything else in the world.’


‘Yeah, but…this is a big deal…and this is an even bigger deal considering we haven’t been dating long at all!’


‘Officially, perhaps,’ my conscious continued. ‘But you and Fred have always had a unique connection. You’ve known each other for seven years almost and you know, deep down, you always loved him. And something tells me, Emma, he’s always dreamed of this too.’


“What is it, baby?” Fred asked, bringing me back to reality.


“I don’t want to live without you,” I whispered after a while of silence. He kissed the top of my forehead which made me smile.


“Don’t worry,” he reassured me. “You won’t have to.” We kissed gently again, with huge amounts of passion and love.


“I’m serious,” I continued after breaking away. “I…” Again, the words were hard to say. But I knew I had to say them or he’d be confused and, well, who knows if I'd ever muster them up!


“Well, tonight, after everything happened between Bill and Fleur, I guess I realized that…Fred…” I paused before continuing. “…I don’t want this to ever end…between us…” He smiled but also paused before saying anything.


“So…what you’re saying is…” He wanted me to finish it. To say the words. His smile was growing bigger and bigger the longer I waited and I knew he understood what I was saying.


“Fred Weasley,” I began. I smiled hard at what I was about to say, feeling confident in the smile he was revealing. I was so in love with this boy! “I want to marry you.”


Fred laughed at the statement, but it wasn’t a humorous laugh. It was a laugh that showed relief; that showed he wanted the same thing; that showed a sort of…irony, almost.


“Baby,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to marry you for years.” My heart turned inside out and my stomach twisted backwards. “Like, you don’t even know how happy that makes me feel. I, seriously, could run for miles and miles just telling the world.” He kissed me on the mouth with passion and vigor, and I wrapped my arms around him as he made his way back on top of me. We were laughing and smiling and kissing and overflowing with happiness. This is how I truly wanted to spend my life; telling each other how much we loved each other and laughing every inch of the way.