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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 26: One Year Later...

 Soft kisses on my neck woke me from my sleep and as I turned my head away from them, not wanting to get up, they became harder and harder to resist.


“Baby…” his soft voice sang in my ear. I could hear the smile on his face as he continued to kiss my neck and ear and shoulder. I wanted to fight the grin that was trying to appear on my face but I couldn’t.


“Ugh,” I groaned, still tired.


“Come on, beautiful, your beauty sleep session has timed out,” he said nuzzling his nose behind my ear. I annoyingly turned over and looked at my husband, an eyebrow arched high.


“Really, Fred? Trust me, I can look a lot better with a few more minutes,” I said, turning over to go back to sleep.


“Babe, you couldn’t look more beautiful if you tried,” Fred argued, turning me over on your back. I rolled my eyes but I didn’t fight him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips.


“Happy anniversary,” he said once he broke away. I smirked.


“Happy anniversary.” He leaned down and kissed me again, our passion increasing. It was a slow, steady kiss but the passion was picking up quick. He straddled over me and balanced himself above me as I ran my fingers along the sides of his face and in through his hair. As the kiss grew in passion, so did the desires of my body. Fred’s hands were soon slowly walking up underneath my cami and tracing the curves of my torso while my fingers ran over his athletic abs on his stomach and muscles on his biceps. I shifted his T-shirt higher and he took a break from kissing me to take it off. He kissed me a little longer before flipping me over so I was now on top and I pulled my cami over my head, exposing my chest.


“How ‘bout I make you some breakfast for our anniversary?” I seduced him in between giving Fred kisses on the neck and chest.


“What are you hungry for?” he asked, knowing full well what I intended. I sat up, straddling him with my light blue lace underwear, and ran my hand through my hair, licking my lips.


“Sausage,” I said with a wink. Almost immediately the fire kicked in and he sat up and touched the skin on my back as we made out, my arms around him. We made love in that position and then collapsed onto each other when we finally were finished.


“I swear, Em…you get sexier every day,” Fred said in between his panting and catching his breath. I laughed.


“Fred,” I started. “We haven’t had sex every day this year.”


“You don’t have to have sex with me in order to be sexy,” Fred clarified. “I mean, do you ever look at yourself? …You’re so…damn…hot…” he half-whispered the last sentence as he slowly graced his hand over my ass. Man, that turned me on. I giggled and pulled him in for a kiss, which in return forced him on top of me again. We kissed for a few minutes before I finally broke away.


“Baby, let’s go downstairs, okay?” I said rolling from underneath him.


“Ugh, but baby, we were just starting to have fun!” he whined. I rolled my eyes and started to get dressed.


“I know, sweetie, but if we have sex all morning there won’t be any left for tonight,” I said with a wink. He sighed but he got the hint and got dressed too.


There was something special I were hoping to tell Fred tonight…that is, if it was really true. I was a few weeks late…okay, maybe it had been a month? And I had been feeling a bit nauseous lately as well. From what I could remember, these were signs of…pregnancy…but I didn’t want to tell Fred unless I was absolutely positive.


When we went downstairs, George and Molly were sitting at the table. Molly immediately dropped what she was doing and got up to hug us.


“Happy first anniversary!” she sang as she hugged me, then Fred. “And many more to come!”


“Thanks Mum,” Fred said, giving her a peck on the cheek. I sat next to George at the table and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as well.


“Morning, George,” I said.


“Morning,” George replied, not taking his eyes off of The Daily Prophet in front of him. Word had been that Voldemort had returned, but this time he meant war. No one really wanted to believe it, but because Harry was so close to our family, everyone was on their toes. Suddenly, Arthur stormed in through the doorway, a cold-stone look on his face. We gave him our immediate attention, concerned by his expression. What the heck was going on?!


“…He’s back,” Arthur said, with fear in his eyes. Everyone stared in silence for a moment trying to figure out what he meant…praying to God it wasn’t what was on everyone’s mind.


“Who’s back, Arthur?” Molly said slowly as she stood. He paused…trying to figure out how to say it…or scared to.




You could hear a pin drop in the room from how quiet it was. And the smell of fear in everyone’s bodies didn’t help either.


“He’s back. And it’s true…the Battle of Hogwarts… He’s coming, soon,” Arthur continued. Molly put her hand on George’s shoulder to stable herself and Fred took my hand so as to reassure me…but it didn’t help.


“And we all know why he’s coming back…” Arthur went on. “He wants Harry. If he gets Harry, he gets us all.” The words hung in the air, each one sinking in deeper and deeper as he went on to explain the situation.


“Then…that means…” I said, realizing where he was going with this.


“Yes,” he started again. He looked to the floor for a moment, before saying what we all knew, what we all were thinking. “We’re going to have to fight.”


“Oh Arthur,” Molly said, running to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she grieved in his chest. The rest of us just looked to the floor, to the wall, out a window…anywhere to process the information we had just received.


“Well,” Molly began after she calmed herself. “Harry is like a son to us.”


“Yeah, thanks to Ginny,” George muttered under his breath. It was nice to know his humor was still intact despite all this.


“Shh! Harry is, be it through blood or not, a part of our family. And we must protect him,” Molly preached, fervor in her voice. She left the room and Arthur followed. Eventually, George went somewhere as well and it was just Fred and I sitting together. We sat there in separate chairs at first, until I finally burst into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck while I buried my face into it.


“Baby…” he said softly, trying to calm me. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. It was amazing how that made me feel safer…more secure. Oh goodness, how could I live without him?


“I’m scared, Fred,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “What if something happens to one of us?”


“Shh…” he said. “Look at me.” I moved my head so that I was staring straight at him only a few inches away, literally sitting on top of him. “You can’t think like that, okay? That’s exactly what he wants us to think. He wants to scare us, beat us with our own fear. We know what to do; we know how to defend ourselves. That’s why we were a part of Dumbledore’s Army, remember?” He paused before continuing, allowing me to recall the memory. Of course, I did.


“I’m scared too, baby,” he confessed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight. That I’m not going to do my best to protect Harry or you or our future. Okay?” He caressed the side of my face and planted a soft, gentle kiss on my lips.


“You are my everything, you know that?” he said, locking eyes with mine. I nodded as I became lost in his eyes.


“And you are mine,” I whispered. I kissed him on the lips, and tried not to think about if there would be many of those kisses left. The thought itself made my heart shatter and I couldn’t bear to think of it. I grasped his head between my hands and kissed him with more passion as his gripped around my sides. I wondered if he was thinking it too. And though I never had before, I decided to not take any of the precious little things for granted…not when there was so much uncertainty lingering in the air.