“Oh yes of course! You’ve done wonders with this place, so elegant, such class…” she mumbles before walking off to say hello to someone else.
I hear Emily let out a sigh beside me. “That went well, she’s a little kooky in case you didn’t notice.” she says, but she doesn’t look happy.
“Relax Em, everything is going to go really well.” I respond.
And I’m right. For the first few hours of the party, we talk to several people, the whole time with my arm around Emily’s waist, or my hand on the small of her back. Everyone ask us where we’re living and Emily tells them happily that we live in a beautiful flat in London that has a view of the entire city (which is true of my new flat). They ask if we’ve chosen any names, what we think the gender is, and if we’re thinking about marriage.
“Marriage is on the back of our minds right now, we first want to have the baby.” Emily tells them.
It isn’t until 11:30 that Emily gets back into a mood. We’re talking to the editor-in-chief of BritishWitch Vogue when she freezes. She’s looks like someone has mesmerized for a few seconds but then bounces back to normal just as fast as she started.
When we’re finally alone I ask her what’s wrong.
“See that man over there?” She says pointing to some older guy who looks like he could be my father. I nod and she continues,
“His name is Alex Charlton. I was in love with him.”
My mouth drops. “But he’s old!” I finally manage to stutter.
“Old usually means wiser” she says, and then looks up at me. “Or at least that’s what I told myself. The truth was I liked the expensive trips we would take.”
“When did you go out with him?” I ask her.
“Nobody really knew about it, that was part of the intrigue.” Then she sighs and starts the story,
“He owns a modelling agency that we worked closely with. I met him at one of my shoots and we hit it off,” she pauses, “or at least I thought we did.
“He just made me swoon, you know? It was like I was the most important person in the world. Next thing I knew he was inviting me to Belize, and New York, and Paris. I visited Tibet and Tokyo. It was so amazing.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“He forgot to mention that he was married. One day, when he finally took me back to his house, he told me that his ex-wife let him keep the house. We started, erm…and then all of a sudden a woman walks in and starts cursing. She kept trying to hex me, but I dodged them all. Finally she resorted to physical violence and started throwing everything at me, like vases and hard-cover books. He just sat on the bed watching.”
“I’m sorry Emily,” I told her. There are a few tears in her eyes but she wipes them quickly.
“It’s alright, I’m fine Hugo.” Then she gets up and goes to the bar. I follow her to make sure she doesn’t get an alcoholic drink and also to make sure she’s okay.
Before I can ask her if she wants to go home, we see him. Right at the bar looking at Emily as she asks for a butter beer. She doesn’t notice, but I do, and I quickly grab her hand.
“Don’t look now, but Grandpa’s starring us down,” I whisper in her ear, hoping the Charlton fellow thinks I’m whispering something seductive. Luckily Emily has more tact I usually do and so she looks directly into my eyes.
“Act like I’m making you laugh,” I smile. Emily does what she’s told and throws her head back in laughter and gives me a little shove. I pull her in closer and kiss her temple. For a few seconds, as she stays wrapped in my arms, I think about what it would actually be like if we were a legitimate couple.
“Emily?” A suave voice says, interrupting my thoughts. She turns towards Charlton but doesn’t move from her position against my chest.
“Hi Alex,” Emily says in an extremely high voice that I’m not used to hearing.
“It’s good to see you!” He takes her out of my arms and gives her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles but she looks really scared, and can’t stop shaking.
“mhrrrggn,” she replies. Charlton just acts as though she made complete sense.
“Hugo Weasley,” I put out my hand and he shakes it with a strong grip. “I’m Emily’s boyfriend.”
“Pleasure,” He responds without looking at me. He’s looking directly at Emily’s swelling belly.
“Are you expecting?” He says looking up at the two of us.
“Yes,” I say, wrapping my arms around Emily from behind and putting my hands on her stomach protectively. “We’re very excited.”
“Ah-ha,” Emily says, smiling at him. She puts her hands on mine and looks up at me.
“Well congratulations, do you know its sex?” He asks nicely.
“Baahhhhgnn” Emily slurs.
“No, we want it to be a surprise,” I tell him. He looks up at me and for the first time, I think he really notices me.
“So Henry, what do you do for a living?”
“It’s Hugo,” I say bitterly. “And I’m the owner of this club and Quaffles and Brooms.”
“Quaffles and Brooms? Is that some sort of strip joint?” He laughs.
“Er no, it’s a sports bar.” I say awkwardly.
“How did you meet?” He asks.
“mrrgggnn” Emily says. “Mutual friend,” I clarify. He nods.
“Alright everyone,” The D.J calls out from his spot on a platform in the corner of the room. “10 minutes until the New Year!”
“Well, it was good to see you Emily, Nice to meet you Harry,” Charlton says and then walks away to who I’m assuming is his newest girlfriend, because if it was his wife she probably wouldn’t have wanted him talking with Emily.
“What happened?” I ask her when he’s out of ear distance.
“I don’t know,” she whines. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“I don’t see why he still gets to you,”
“Because look at him!” She says, and I do.
“What’s there to look at? He has a beer belly and a dyed comb-over. He wears nice things,” but so do I, I almost say, “but they still look bad because he’s so ugly.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she mutters. “He’s such a great guy—“
“I didn’t think so,”
“Well that’s easy for you to say, you weren’t—“
“Emily,” I look her directly in the eyes. “He’s a jerk. Just admit it, he’s a terrible guy and you deserve much better.”
“Hugo, please, he was a great boyfriend,”
“Let’s start the count down everyone!” I hear the D.J cy out.
“10, 9, 8,” everyone screams, minus me and Emily.
“Except the minor part where you found out that you were the other woman,” I say sarcastically. “You could do so much better.”
“7, 6, 5, 4,”
“Well I can’t wait around forever Hugo! If he’s even coming, it won’t be any time soon—especially with this baby!”
I look into her eyes and can see the pain she’s in. She’s nervous of never finding anyone, and now more than ever because after this baby is born she will always be a mother before someone’s lover.
But I meant what I said, she deserves someone great. Someone who will love her and treat her well and understand her humour. Someone who will love the baby like his own child.
I could be that man. I can give her nice things without an ulterior motive. I’ll stay up late in the night feeding the baby so she can enjoy her sleep. I will bring her flowers everyday if that’s what she wants. I just want her happy—and I think I can do that.
“3,2,1—HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
In that moment, I know that the only appropriate thing to do is kiss her, and so as the clock strikes twelve I grab her arms suddenly and pull her into a kiss.
It’s soft and sweet, as if we’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time but we want to cherish every second. She relaxes in my arms and kisses me back, and even though everyone around us is screaming, she is the only thing I can think about.
After what feels like days, we pull apart. I expect Emily’s face to look similar to mine, giddy and desperate for more, but instead I see hurt and anger.
“Did you really think that was going to make me feel better?” She says sourly. “I don’t need your pity, Hugo Weasley,”
“Emily, what are you talking about?” I ask confused.
“I opened up to you about my mum, I just told you how worried I am about raising this child and trying to find someone, and then you kiss me. You just see me like any other girl, someone you want to save; someone who needs you. Well I don’t need your help! And this baby probably doesn’t need your help either!” She yelled at me. Luckily everyone around us was too caught up in the New Year to care.
“Emily, that’s not why—“
“Don’t try and smooth talk your way out of it Weasley, I’ve had enough bullshit for tonight.” Emily said before stalking off.
“I’ll have another,” I slur to the barmaid. She raises an eyebrow but still serves me another fire whiskey. I down it quickly and enjoy the heat and sting in my throat. I’ve been like this for an hour, and this must be sixth or eighth drink, I can’t exactly count the glasses in front of me.
“So Weasley, you own this club?” A voice says behind me. I turn around to see Charleton.
I told you that already, Dickhead I think to myself. The look on his face, however, makes me realize I actually said it out loud.
“What did you call me?” He says angrily.
“Dick.” I say simply. “I called you a dickhead.”
His face gets red with irritation. Next thing I know, his fist is in my face.
“MERLIN!” I shout a little louder than actually necessary.
“Hugo?” Says a voice from the crowd of people watching. It’s Emily and she looks really upset.
“Emmy—“ I say drunkenly. “I’m, I’m really sorry. I really love you and I know that’s hard to believe because I’m really drunk but I do love you. I think you are the most amazing woman and I am so happy that you are giving birth to—“At that point she grabs my arm and pulls me out of the crowd into the cold air outside.
“It’s cold,” I shiver and then I feel a heavy object thrown onto my shoulders. It’s my coat and Emily had gotten it for me before we left.
“Grab onto my arm.” She commands.
We apparate to her flat and stumble into her room and fall onto the bed. Even in my drunken state, I remember that since Sam moved out, her bed is the only one in the apartment.
“No you don’t,” she says, trying to lift me up. But I’m too big and drunk and she’s too pregnant, and can't exactly get me a few inches off the mattress.
I would usually try and help myself up, but her bed is so comfortable and I feel so sick. Finally she gives up and lies on the bed next to me.
“Don’t think you’re getting off easily, you’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I hear Emily says before I pass out.
Ever since I was 15, I’ve recognized this feeling. The searing headache, the waking up in an unfamiliar bed, it not a usual occurrence, but it has happened from time to time.
I’m hung over, it’s not the worst but it’s definitely up there.
I open my eyes and see on my bedside table water and hangover potion. Next to the bed there’s a trash can. I push myself up so that I’m sitting a little too quickly. I feel the vomit in my throat and I grab the trash can next to me.
“Good, you’re up.” Emily calls from the doorway. She looks awake and happy. There are no bags under her eyes, and she seems at ease.
She has a hand on a hip and is leaning on the door frame. I want to say a million things but only one thing comes out:
Emily sighs and then comes to sit on the bad. “I’m mad at you, but I think I reacted a little harshly to that kiss.”
I blush and she puts her cold hand on my cheek, giving me goose bumps.
“I didn’t kiss you out of pity—“
“Did you mean what you said last night?”
What did I say last night?
“That you loved me,” she stated when she saw my confused look.
“Oh, er, right, that.” I cannot remember ever telling her that I loved her to be completely honest. “We were supposed to be a couple last night, remember?”
“Right,” she said, looking a little taken aback.
“I feel terrible. I acted like such a bastard.”
“That’s an understatement Hugo. You embarrassed me in front of all my colleagues and my boss and Alex…” she drifts off.
“I’m so sorry Emily. Really, I can’t stop thinking about how awful I was.
“Well I’m sorry, too. I said some things I didn’t mean last night.” She confesses. “I do want you to be part of the baby’s life. Even though it’s a little unconventional, we’re still going to be a family.”
“Thank you very much Emily.”
“How are you feeling?” She asks me.
“Better now that I took that potion.”
“You ought to know better Hugo Weasley,” she scolds. I can tell she’s kidding by her smile though. “What kind of message are you sending our son?”
“Only drink when you want to have a good time, never out of self-pity,” I joke. Emily laughs and I know that everything is back to normal between us.
“You what I’ve noticed?” Emily says as we sit down for lunch.
“We haven’t discussed names yet,” she states, and I have to admit its a good point.
“Okay, so what are some of your favourite names?” I ask her.
“Well if it’s a boy his middle name is going to be Forrest.”
I give her a quizzical look, “As in forbidden?”
“As in Gump. Haven’t you seen that movie?”
“We’re naming our child after a character in a movie, and not just any name, you have to choose Forrest.”
“You need to see that movie. He is the most inspirational character and it’s my favourite movie. I want his middle name to be Forrest.” Emily tries to reason.
“The poor boy will go through so much pain growing up! Forrest? It sounds ridiculous.”
“It will be his middle name, not his first. Nobody ever has to know it except us!”
“His name will not have Forrest anywhere in it if he is my son. Save that for when you have children with another man.”
“Fine,” Emily huffs. “What do you want to name your child?”
“Hermione.” I answer simply.
“And you think Forrest will get him teased! Imagine having Hermione!” She laughs.
“I’m talking about if it’s a girl.” I state. “My mum is the most important woman in my life, and I want my daughter—who will be the most important woman in my life come this April—to be named after her.”
“That’s really sweet,” Emily says with a smile. “Either way, she’s going to be teased. I don’t mean to be rude to your mother, but I don’t think she even likes the name.”
“Well its better than Forrest.” I mutter.
“Fine, what about Michael?”
“I think of Lily’s boyfriend fifth year. The jerk who cheated on her.”
“Oh, right I forgot about that. What about Jake?”
“Jake Weasley doesn’t really have a nice ring to it.”
“I kind of like it. Let’s put it on the maybe list. What about Luke?”
“Luke Weasley sounds worse than Jake Weasley.”
“Fine, no Luke. Andrew?”
“Like Andrew Wood? Besides, one of my nephew’s is named Andrew.”
“You’re so difficult.” She whines.
“Let’s talk about girl names then. What do you think about Jane?”
“Jane is cute, but a little plain. I’ll write it down. What about Daisy?”
“The Potter’s dog’s name was Daisy…”
“What about Samantha?”
“I like Samantha, she sounds smart.”
“Sam it is then! It can work both ways.” Emily says excitedly.
“Sam Weasley, it sounds really nice.” I smile.
We sit in silence, chewing on our foods when Emily looks up again.
“The more I think about it, the less I like it.” She tells me.
I think for a moment and then finally say, “Sam Weasley a girl sounds smart and sophisticated, like she doesn’t take shit from anyone. Sam Weasley a boy sounds like a shy guy that just stands on the sidelines and watches everyone live their life.”
“Yeah I get that feeling too,” Emily agrees. We start shouting out names.
“Too similar to my cousin Victoire.”
“Lily will think she’s her namesake and never let us live it down.”
“You have got to be kidding me Hugo Weasley.”
“Because you lost your virginity to a Vivian—Vivian McCarthy to be exact. You told us during a drunken never-have-I-ever summer going into seventh year.” How does she remember things like that?
“Sophie,” I suggest.
“With a ‘ph’ or with an ‘f’?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, Sophie Weasley with a ‘ph’ is nice to everyone but never skips out on a meal while Sofie Weasley with an ‘f’ is sexy and seductive.”
“Well then definitely with a ‘ph’. I don’t want my daughter to be the main image every guy thinks of when he’s in the shower.”
“That’s disgusting, Hugo.”
“Another big-girl name. What about Bitsy?”
“Bitsy makes her sound little and with genes like ours, she definitely won’t be less than five foot seven.”
After a while we look at the list that we’ve made up.
“For boys we have Jake, Gerry, and Peter. For girls we have Jane, Samantha, and Alexandra.”
“And which ones are maybe’s?”
“Er,” Emily blushes, “Jake, Gerry, Peter, Jane, Samantha and Alexandra.”
“That’s all of them.” I point out.
“Thank you Mr. obvious.” She says sarcastically.
“We’re being really ridiculous about this, let’s just pick a name.” I grab the list out of her hands. “Samantha and Jake; those are the names for if it’s a girl or boy.”
“Samantha Hermione Weasley or Jake Forrest Weasley—neither of them sound too good,”
A/N: So this chapter was much longer than my usual chapters, but I had a lot to say in Hugo’s perspective. It didn’t turn out as good as I wanted, but I’m pretty pleased with it. I know its kind of weird that they just ignored the kiss the next morning but it will come up a lot later. Just in case anyone was wonder (I doubt anyone really cared, but I’ll still say it) is that Joseph manages Crystal Ball. Speaking of, what did you think of Hugo’s profession? I wanted to introduce it earlier but I didn’t really know where to insert it. What about the names? Does anyone have any ideas? I have a name in mind, but I want to hear what everyone has to say.
If it isn’t obvious, I want reviews!!! I love getting reviews, hearing the good, the bad and the ugly. If you hated it, I WANT TO KNOW! I’m not going to write a mean response to anyone who says they don’t like it, I promise. Constructive criticism is really appreciated because I know I can always improve as a writer. Sorry for the really long A/N!