When I got to the Quidditch Pitch, I saw Oliver and George waiting for me.
“Oy, Emma!” George called out, waving to me. I walked down to them and George put his arm on my shoulder.
“Is my brother finally done with keeping you from us?” he asked jokingly.
“Apparently,” I said laughing. “He was acting really strange though.”
“Strange? That doesn’t sound out of the ordinary for a Weasley,” Oliver joked, nudging George.
“No, no. He was…fidgeting. He told me he was fine but you know how easy it is to convince me.”
“Maybe he just gets nervous around you,” Oliver said with a wink.
“Haha, and why would he be nervous, Oliver?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, mate?” he said. “You’re one to look at, no doubt.”
‘Wait…Oliver Wood just complimented me again?’ I thought. We smiled at each other looking in one another’s eyes. Gosh, why did he have this effect on me?!
‘Snap out of it, Emma,’ my conscious told me. ‘You are just friends. Just. Friends.’
“Fred! Down here!” George called. I turned around to see a now rather chipper Fred come down from the top of the hill.
“Finally decided to join us did you now?” I said when he made it to me.
“Well I couldn’t have George hogging you all to himself, could I?” he said in a joking way. Still, I hit him in the arm “gently.”
“Ow! What was that for?” he asked in pain.
“For being a flirt,” I said smirking.
“Me, a flirt?” he said dumbfounded, “Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” And with that he chased me across the field. It was actually kind of chaotic. I would bump into everyone who was dancing or talking. The one time, I looked back to find that Fred had spilled punch onto Hermione. I couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to apologize but catch up with me at the same time, while still listen to Hermione give him an earful.
“Just give up, Fred,” I said back to him as I squeezed between a couple who was dancing. “You’re never gonna catch me!”
“Don’t be so sure, Em. This is going to end like it always does – me kicking your butt.” That drew the line for me. Granted, Fred normally was faster and could catch up to me easily. But not today. I ran behind the stands accelerating my speed. I was determined to get away, however, he was getting closer and catching up, and it didn’t help that I was wearing heels that kept sinking into the ground. Soon enough, he caught up and tackled me.
“No!” I cried trying to escape his hold. We started rolling around, me trying to get away but his strength holding me down. We were both laughing and didn’t notice that we were both holding each other in a rather affectionate way, his arms around my waist and my arms tangled in his hair and around his neck. I ended up on top of him and he underneath me. We looked into each others’ eyes and I was lost. He moved closer to me and began rubbing small circles slowly along my back. With the other hand, he touched my face as I did the same. Our noses were so close that they could almost touch. The way he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled when the stars hit them, the way his hair flopped like a red mess on his head…it made me want to stay like this forever. We both couldn’t stop smiling, yet we had no idea why.
Suddenly, I realized what was going on. I began to feel uncomfortable and my smile slowly faded. I couldn’t have these feelings for Fred. I couldn’t. It was just impossible. It must have been a coincidence. I liked Oliver, not Fred. My head was just playing games with me, that was all. …Right? I rolled off of him so I was sitting next to him.
“We should get back,” I said as he sat up. “Don’t want them to wonder what’s taking so long.”
“Or do we?” he said smirking.
“We don’t,” I said maybe sooner than I should have. I got up and began walking back to the Quidditch Pitch, leaving Fred there.
“Emma,” he called, getting up to follow me. I didn’t turn around. I just kept walking. He ran up next to me.
“C’mon, Em,” he said once he got to me. “I was kidding!”
“Or were you?” I said repeating his line. I sped up my walking pace. I didn’t really want to have this conversation. There were too many things running through my mind. What was all that? Did I like him? What about Oliver? Would I just give him up too? No, because I didn’t like Fred. I couldn’t possibly.
“Emma, you know me. I’m the best joker at school!” he said catching up to me. He did have a point. But still, I didn’t want to have this conversation. “C’mon, don’t be mad!”
“I’m not mad at you,” I said turning to him. “I’m just…confused.” He was about to say something else but was interrupted by Oliver who we had made it to.
“Woah, you guys sure look like you were chasing each other,” Oliver observed, winking at me. I realized that Fred and I both had teased hair and our clothes were twisted. We immediately began to straighten ourselves up.
“Are you sure nothing else happened that we need to know about?” George asked, putting his hand to his chin in a thinking position. Oliver and him laughed jokingly.
“Oh, will you shut up! Nothing happened,” I explained. I didn’t look, but I could tell that Fred had shot me a look that said ‘What are you talking about? Everything happened!’ Which was slightly true. Something happened back there, I just weren’t sure what. Whatever it was, it wasn't what they were thinking. At least, I hoped it wasn’t what they were thinking. They didn’t need to know what happened because they wouldn’t care. It wasn’t their business anyway.
“You sure don’t look like nothing happened,” George joked, while elbowing Oliver in the rib. They laughed even harder.
“George, shut up! Nothing happened, nothing’s going to happen – nothing!” Fred said in maybe a too harsh of a tone. No one said anything. It was awkward and it was silent. I hated these moments and they seemed to be happening rather frequently lately.
“Well, I’m gonna go get some punch,” George said clapping his hands together.
“Same here,” Fred said exiting with him. I stood there in front of Oliver.
“Is he ok?” he asked me after they were gone.
“I don’t know,” I said tracing my brow with my fingers.
“Well, I suggest we don’t worry about it. Whatever it is he’ll get over it.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said, sighing. I really did. I didn’t want things to get awkward between Fred and I. He was my best friend and I couldn’t imagine doing anything to lose him.
“Hey, Oliver,” a girl said passing us. I didn’t recognize her, but she was pretty and definitely checking Oliver out. I hid my jealousy well as Oliver responded back with a nod and that beautiful smile of his. He could get any girl in Hogwarts – any girl. There were so many beautiful, funny, athletic girls he could be with right now. Yet he was single…for the time being. Tonight was a party…and parties are when Oliver is known to make his move.
“She’s cute,” I said, trying to make conversation.
“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he said. My heart sunk a little. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I didn’t even know what I wanted to hear, but obviously he had more interest in her than I had hoped for.
“Maybe you should ask her to dance then…” I said. Ugh, stupid! Why did I keep encouraging him?!
“Heh…maybe I should…” he said, his eyes following her. Yep. I was officially an idiot. I immediately regretted ever bringing it up. But I still felt I needed to hide my feelings. Oliver could never know how I felt towards him. Ever. It would ruin our friendship entirely.
“There’s just one problem,” he said.
“What, she doesn’t know the difference between a quaffle and a snitch?” I teased.
“Haha, well,” he laughed. “There’s a lot of things that are different between those. But no, uh, the problem is…I can’t dance…”
“What?! Oliver, come on, you can to!” I said, nudging him playfully in the arm. “It’s easy!”
He looked at me for a moment, almost as if he was thinking. After a while, he just shrugged. “Then teach me.”
“Heh…excuse me?” I said realizing he was serious.
“If it’s so easy…” he said extending his hand. “Then teach me. Come on.” He took my hand and guided me to the center of the Quidditch Pitch.
“Oliver,” I said, protesting. I mean, yes, of course, I wanted to dance with Oliver. But if I did, it would just bring up feelings I knew I couldn’t handle. Especially if he was just going to go dance with someone else right afterwards.
“Just one song,” he said, putting his arms on my waist. He pulled me in close and I knew I wouldn’t be able to turn away. I put my arms around his neck and began to sway.
“Just…sway to the music,” I instructed as I held his gaze. Gosh, he was so distracting. I couldn’t tell him to dance even if I tried. The words were not coming to my mouth and even if they would, my tongue would get all twisted up and it’d be gibberish anyway.
The song “Demons” by Imagine Dragons was playing in the background. I loved that song. I continued to dance, and Oliver was actually really good at it. Too good. In fact, I would reckon to say that…Oliver knew how to dance all along.
“You’re really good at this for…a beginner…” I questioned suspiciously. He must have read my tone, because he smirked at me. Thank God he was holding onto me or I would’ve collapsed.
“Alright, I have a bit of a confession,” he replied. I waited. “…I can definitely dance.”
“What?!” I knew it! I laughed, bewildered. “Then why did you say you couldn’t?!”
“Well,” he began. “It got me to dance with you, right?”
‘Right,’ I thought dreamily to myself. So he really wanted to dance with me. Me. Not the other girl. Just…me.
“Oh,” I replied. “So you didn’t want to dance with anyone else?”
“No,” he said, laughing briefly. “But, you see, I have my eye set on this one girl…”
“Oh…” I said. Of course he’d like someone. Oliver Wood may not be official with anyone, but that doesn’t mean he’s not already taken. Figures. I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink a bit.
“Yeah, she’s absolutely gorgeous,” he said. “One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” I could tell by his face that he meant it. I thought back to the girl that passed us earlier and knew in my heart, he was probably right.
“I’m sure she is. Any girl you like should be.” I prayed the conversation would stop there. I couldn’t take a heartbreak tonight, even if I tried to control it.
“Hey, Emma?” he asked. We looked at each others’ eyes. Ugh, why’d his have to be SO beautiful?! “I believe you still owe me.”
“Owe you? Owe you what?” I asked.
“Heh…to call it even?” he hinted. I still wasn't sure what he was talking about, which was read upon my face. He pulled me closer and leaned in to my face so that our noses touched. I was ultimately lost in the moment. I could smell his cologne, which turned me on for some reason. We looked at each other in the eyes, our faces again touching.
“Oliver…” I started. I wasn’t sure what to do. Perhaps I was even scared…this was all so new for me. And – ahem – we were supposed to be just friends!
“Shh,” he whispered, putting a finger gently to my lips. “Don’t say anything.” He smiled and I returned the expression. I was right up to him now. He moved his hand to touch the side of my face and I suddenly felt the warm softness of his lips against mine. I was shocked by the tenderness of his lips, and kissed him back with the same – if not, more – passion he was kissing me with. I didn’t want to let go. He pulled me closer to his body and I moved my hand down to his chest. We kept kissing and kissing for the entire song and after. I was skin tight with him but somehow felt I needed to be closer. I finally noticed that the music had stopped. That, and it was dead quiet.
“Oliver?” I said when I stopped him. I was going to say something but noticed that after I had backed off, the entire Quidditch Team and Gryffindor House were staring straight dab in the middle, at Oliver and I. Not to mention along with them, standing right up front, were Fred and George.
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