You are very welcome Em, how are we the best when you are an incredible author?? You don't give yourself enough credit.

Katie
xx

Thank you, Katie. It means a lot. I'm working on the whole credit thing

Good for you Emily!!!!

POST ALREADY!! Oh, here's your half of the marshmallows... I love s'mores too!

PLEASE! I know you're busy with my PM's but still... I need my fix!!!

ILY

Abi

Haha, thanks for the s'mores. I can't post, but maybe tonight. The story is on our other laptop that has the virus, so I have to wait, which means you do too But soon
ILY2
~Emily

Hopefully that flashdrive idea works!

"Hey abi can I join?? My name is lauren."

Quote:

Originally Posted by SarahLestrange

Hopefully that flashdrive idea works!

"Hey abi can I join?? My name is lauren."

OF COURSE! Pull up some grass... Mind the cow's present though, it's over there

Quote:

Originally Posted by emilyblack

Haha, thanks for the s'mores. I can't post, but maybe tonight. The story is on our other laptop that has the virus, so I have to wait, which means you do too But soon
ILY2
~Emily

Virus?

BAD VIRUS! GO AWAY! LEAVE EMILY ALONE! :evillaugh

ILY

Abi... xox

I agree with abi oh and thanks...what cow? That's random.

Unfortunately, it didn't work, so we might have to wait a day or two. I sorry.
Hahaha, if only that had worked. *snaps finger* Darn.

Awe... well you tried please PM me when it's up (not that I won't be checking back daily and I have already subscribed but still you know) anyways hope your virus gets taken care of. Although I may die from the suspense haha

I am actually desperate for a new post Emily!!! Computers are rubbish when they have problems!!!!!
Good luck fixing it!!!

Katie
xx

HELLO...ELLO...LO...OOO... Echoes are never good... Anybody still here? haha
Soooo, the computer got fixed and I'm back. And since you had to wait a while to get it, I've made it EXTREMELY long, so brace yourselves

It was Friday morning, and Emily dragged herself out of bed. She yawned and stretched her arms out in front of her. Emily groggily looked about the room. Pulling the covers off her body, she sat up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the long day. After thirty minutes of beautifying, she gathered her books and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Walking in, Emily glanced down the table of Gryffindors. She saw Fred, George, and Lee huddled together at the other end and looked away from them. She saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione near the middle with Ginny not far away and decided that after Monday night, she better steer clear of them. She saw Cody with a few giggling girls and looked the other way. Oliver was talking to Katie and Angelina about Quidditch. Emily was just about to sit at the very end of the table, closest to the door, when Cedric caught her attention at the Hufflepuff table. He was alone, which was odd, and he was staring at her. He beckoned her once with his forefinger and a grin. She smiled and made her way over to him. A few people turned and stared, but she kept walking. She didn’t care what others thought at this point.

“Good Morning!” Cedric exclaimed with a smile.

Emily returned his smile. “’Morning,” she said. Cedric chuckled at her expression.

“Want some juice?” he offered, putting a cup of pumpkin juice in front of her. She nodded and took the cup graciously.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. She started piling crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast on her plate. Cedric, who had already finished eating, sat there with his elbows propped up on the table and a smirk across his face. Emily glanced at him.

“Hasn’t your mother ever told you that it’s impolite to have your elbows on the table and to stare?” she asked grumpily.

Cedric chuckled. “I guess I couldn’t help it with the second accusation, and the first is just simply a habit.”

“Mhmm,” Emily said as she chewed her bacon. She slowly started waking up as she drank her juice. She glanced around the Great Hall and noticed that quite a few people never stopped staring. Cho Chang was a little ways down the Hufflepuff table grimacing at her and Cedric. Emily glanced away quickly. She looked across the hall at the Slytherin table to find Draco glaring at the back of Cedric’s head. She could hear him now. So much for being alone, he would say. She sighed and then glanced behind her at her table. She saw George look away quickly, but not before she witnessed him blush. She looked away toward Ginny, who avoided eye contact and ignored her completely these days. Sigh. Then she noticed Oliver. As soon as he saw her look at him, he picked the conversation back up with his teammates. She saw that he was not too keen on her hanging out with Cedric. Emily turned back around, her attention back on her breakfast. Cedric picked up a piece of bacon from her plate and started eating. Emily finished her breakfast in silence and then pushed her plate away.

“Ready to go?” asked Cedric.

“Go where?” Emily asked as she pushed her sleeve back to look at her watch.

“For a walk,” replied Cedric as he stood up. He started walking toward the double doors. She watched him for half a second and then followed after him.

They walked out into the hall and Cedric turned left. Emily kept up with him easily.

“So, are you excited about your date?” Cedric asked, breaking the silence.

“Er, sure,” Emily said, looking at him. Her arms swung loosely at her side. Cedric chuckled and grabbed one of her dangling hands. He brought her closer to him as he made another turn into an empty corridor.

“When is it?” he asked.

“Tonight,” she said breathlessly.

Cedric led her up the hall and took a right. It was another empty corridor. Instead of walking down the hall, Cedric came to a stop. He dropped her hand and leaned against the wall, taking in her appearance. Emily leaned up against the wall opposite him. She put one of her feet against the wall. Her left hand loosely played with her red curls while her right hand rested across her stomach.

“That was some walk,” she whispered.

“I felt like stopping,” Cedric said barely above a whisper. He kicked off from the wall and walked toward her. Her hand dropped from playing with her hair. She gulped as he got closer and closer to her, not putting much distance between them.

“Too close for comfort?” he whispered. Emily shook her head. Cedric propped his hand against the wall, slightly to the right and above Emily’s head. Her hands reflexively moved back to grasp the wall. He extended his other hand to the wall space on the other side of her head. She was pinned there and she, surprisingly, wasn’t worried. She felt his hot breath against her cheek. His breath smelled of bacon. She smiled. He smiled back, but his smile wasn’t simply cute, it was seductive. Emily wouldn’t mind if he pinned her against the wall any time. He dropped his face to where it was merely centimeters from hers.

“So, how much pleading would it take for you to go out with me?” he whispered.

“Not much,” Emily whispered back.

“Well, then, will you go out with me?” Cedric asked, his breath still creeping across her face.

“On one condition,” she said.

“And what’s that?” he asked, his head moving even closer to her.

“Promise me that you will not, I repeat, will not, talk about Quidditch even once,” she said. She looked deep in his eyes as he chuckled.

“I promise, Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black,” he whispered slowly. His forehead was now touching her forehead. She closed her eyes, and he moved in. His lips gently brushed against hers. He pulled his mouth back, his forehead still resting against hers.

“How’s tomorrow night?” he whispered.

“Perfect,” she sighed. He chuckled at her dream-like state.

“You can tell me all about your date with Wood,” he snickered.

“I don’t think I can, because then I’d break the rules. We can’t talk about Quidditch, and I have a feeling that’s all I’m going to be doing tonight,” she said, clearly unhappy.

Cedric moved his hand up to her cheek. He brushed the back of his hand across her jaw bone and gently moved his forefinger over her lips. “Don’t worry, tomorrow will have nothing to do with Quidditch. It’ll just be you and me,” he promised. “I’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall at seven-thirty,” he said.

Emily nodded against his forehead. He moved his head to the right and kissed her cheek. He brought his lips back to hers and gently kissed her full on the mouth. He sighed and then backed off. He kissed her forehead once and then set off down the hall without her. “See you tomorrow,” he said as he walked away.

Emily stayed rooted to the spot for about five minutes before she could even move. Her heart finally slowed down enough for her to think. Emily blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out what just happened. Cedric kissed her and it felt amazing. He gave her butterflies and made her heart melt. Could I really be falling for him? she asked herself. The answer: yes.


Emily’s classes for Friday passed by in a daze. It was six o’clock, and Oliver and she had decided on six-thirty. She stood looking at her wardrobe with her head cocked to the side. She couldn’t figure out what she wanted to wear. She wanted to be comfortable, but she didn’t want to look lazy. She finally fished out some purple jeans and a white shirt. She put her brown rain boots on since it was wet outside. Waving her wand, her hair smoothed out of its frizz and she pulled a purple headband through her hair. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She hadn’t been getting any sleep for the past week and it was noticeable. There were light purple shadows under her eyes. Her lids drooped a bit, but she managed to keep them open. Let’s get this over with, she thought.

In the Common Room, Oliver was waiting near the portrait hole. She smiled at him slightly and he returned it with a wide grin.

“You look beautiful,” he said when she was closer to him.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” Emily responded. He turned around for the portrait hole and led the way outside. Emily followed after him in silence. She had no idea where he was going to take her, and she didn’t bother asking. He took a left when he reached the second floor and then a right into an empty classroom. She looked around at what he had set up for them. Two of the desks were pushed together and there was a chair on either side. There were candles in the middle of the table and two plates on top. Oliver turned and smiled at her.

“This looks really nice, Oliver,” she smiled politely.

“Mmmm” was his reply. He held out a chair for her to sit in and she sat. He went around to the other side to be seated. He took off the lid to the platter that was in the middle of the table and revealed two baked potatoes and teriyaki chicken. She breathed in the delicious scent as Oliver placed two tenders and one of the baked potatoes onto her plate. He then dished himself his share. He pulled out two Butterbeers from a cooler off to the right.

“Alright, are we all settled?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” Oliver said in a horrible Southern accent. Emily giggled and he grinned.

“This looks really delicious, Oliver,” Emily said as she buttered her potato. Oliver cut a piece of his chicken off and raised it to his mouth.

They ate in almost silence. Between bites, Oliver talked about anything to do with Quidditch. It was either “Over break, my neighbors and I played a round of Shuntbumps, in which I dominated. I knocked everyone off their brooms…”

Or it was “My mum bought me a new broom kit package. It came with a solid gold Snitch. It was awesome to play with, but I’m no Harry Potter, it took me forever to catch it…”

Or even “We fixed up our miniature pitch. We got rid of the baskets from the old days and got new hoops. They’re amazing to throw the Quaffle through; so slick. But my dad was quite fond of the baskets, so we have them in storage in our garage. You’ll have to come and see them some time…”

And then there was “Some fouls are the nastiest. And I’m sure the Slytherin team will be seizing opportunities to foul when the Ref isn’t watching. I mean they are always blogging, blatching, cobbing, and bumphing! It’s completely ludicrous!”

And then he went into how he “finally perfected the Double Eight Loop over break” and can’t wait until he shows his team.

Throughout the Quidditch conversations, Emily nodded, smiled, and giggled when necessary, but other than that, she was completely bored. She sat there, finished with her food, as Oliver droned on and on about Puddlemere United. She felt like she was in the most boring history class on earth. Quidditch was supposed to be fun, something to share and enjoy with friends. She suddenly wanted to chuck her broom in the trash and never play again.

“Emily? Emily, hello there, are you listening?” Oliver’s voice broke her thought process. She stopped circling her finger around the top of her Butterbeer and smiled apologetically at Oliver.

“Fred told me you like to play in your free time,” Oliver was saying.

“He did, did he?” she said through clenched teeth. Oliver nodded.

“So, I was thinking that maybe some time, you could help me go over a few plays and what not. Hey! I know! You should try out for the team next year!” Oliver exclaimed.

“I could, but I probably won’t, Oliver. I don’t have a lot of time for it. Besides, I’m not that good,” Emily said, shrugging her shoulders.

Oliver tried to argue, but she shook it off. She glanced at her watch. It had been five minutes since the last time she checked it, but it felt like it had been hours.

“Oh, it’s getting pretty late, and I still need to go over the plays we’re doing at tomorrow’s practice, so we better get going,” Oliver said.

“Right, okay,” Emily said enthusiastically as she stood up quickly. She pushed her chair in and Oliver waved his wand, making everything on the desks disappear.

When they got back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Emily went straight to her dormitory while Oliver lingered by the fire with his Quidditch charts. Emily kicked off her boots and collapsed on her bed.

“You okay, Emily?” Hermione asked from her own bed.

“Mmmm,” said Emily.

“Okay, spill,” Hermione said as she crossed the room and jumped on the end of Emily’s bed.

Emily sat up and crossed her legs. She looked down at her lap before meeting Hermione’s curious eyes. She glanced around to make sure they were alone. The others must still be downstairs at dinner, Emily thought. “So, I just got back…” Emily let it hang there, waiting for Hermione to pounce.

“Back from what?” Hermione asked.

“Back from my date with Oliver Wood,” Emily sighed.

“What?” Hermione squealed. She was bouncing up and down on the bed. Emily giggled at her enthusiasm.

“Yeah, he asked me out on our way back to school,” Emily explained through giggles.

“No way!” Hermione giggled. “How was it?” she asked.

“Well, put it this way, I know all of my facts about Quidditch,” Emily groaned.

“Is that all he talked about it?” Hermione asked.

“Uh huh,” Emily said.

Hermione and Emily both started laughing. They talked about all of the boys at school until their other roomies joined them.

“So, have you talked to Ginny?” Hermione asked in a whisper. Their laughing died down and Emily’s eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“Not since Monday,” Emily said, her eyes darting to her bed sheets.

“I’m sorry,” said Hermione as she grabbed one of Emily’s hands, squeezing it.

“Me too,” Emily whispered. Emily stood up, no longer able to take sitting still and moved to her wardrobe. She pulled out some shorts and an old T-shirt. She pulled the curtain closed around her bed, Hermione still perched on it, and changed.

“I guess it is bed time,” Hermione sighed. She pulled herself off the bed and climbed into her own bed.

Emily pulled the covers over her head, trying to drown out the giggling Lavender Brown. She is so obnoxious, Emily thought. Emily thought about everything that had happened this year, skipping over the too painful memories. She thought about her departure to Ginny and the fight that occurred on Monday. She wanted to go to Ginny right now and gush about Cedric, tell all about Oliver, and cry in her arms about George. But she couldn’t do that because Ginny won’t talk to her, because Ginny told her she hated her, and because Ginny and her are no longer friends—they’re not even acquaintances. Emily cried silently into her bed sheets, trying hard to not make a noise that would signal the others. Getting claustrophobic, Emily threw the covers off of her and tiptoed to the door.

Knock, knock

Emily lightly knocked on the door to Fred and George’s dormitory. A red haired boy peeked from a crack in the door. He opened it wider, noticing who it was.

“Hey, Ems, Anything I can do for you?” George asked.

Emily was tongue tied for a split second, and then she recovered. “I actually came to speak to your brother. Is he available for a late night chat?” Emily asked.

“Anything I can help you with?” George asked.

Emily hesitated before shaking her head. “No, I think Fred better take this one, George.”

George frowned at her before turning around. “Oy, Fred! Emily wants to talk to you,” George yelled across the room. All of the boys stuck their heads out of their curtains and stared at Emily. Her cheeks burned and her feet shuffled awkwardly.

“Thanks, George,” Emily whispered. Instead of answering, George went back to his bed and closed his curtains.

“Hey, Ems,” Fred said as led her down the stairs to the Common Room.

“Hey, Freddie,” Emily said.

Fred sat down on the couch and Emily sat beside him. Tears started spilling out of the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t care. Fred scooted over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled up into his side, her head on his chest.

“It’s going to be okay, Ems,” Fred soothed.

“But how do you know?” Emily asked.

*“Ems, there are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept. There are things we don’t know but have to learn, and there are people we can’t live without but have to let go,” Fred said.

Emily leaned up from Fred’s chest and looked him in the eye. “Are you saying I need to let him go?” she asked quietly. He didn’t answer, but instead just stared at her. She nodded, answering her own question. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

“Sometimes…letting go is hard, but it’s easier than holding on to something that isn’t there, Ems,” Fred whispered.

Emily nodded and then sobbed into his chest. *“I guess some relationships are like glass. Sometimes it is better to leave them broken than to hurt yourself by trying to put it back together,” Emily choked out between sobs. Fred held her tightly into his body and let her cry her soul out into his shirt.

*“Close your eyes, Ems, clear your heart, and let him go,” Fred whispered against her hair.

“Freddie,” Emily sobbed.

“Shhh, Ems, everything’s going to be okay,” Fred whispered.

Emily and Fred stayed like that for a long while; maybe minutes, maybe hours. Emily couldn’t tell because time moved differently when you were in pain. It moved like the wind through your heart; it couldn’t be seen and you never know when it is going to wash through you, but you can always feel it.


Emily faintly noticed someone sit beside her and Fred on the couch. The person grabbed Emily’s hand and squeezed it. Emily lifted her head from Fred’s chest and glanced at the new addition to the room. Her eyes were blurry from crying and her nose was pink. Between tears, Emily made out a mane of red hair and a nightdress. It was Ginny.

“Ginny?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry, Ems, I’ll always be here for you,” Ginny whispered.

“Like you were on Monday?” Emily asked.

“Right, sorry about that. Listen, Ems, I didn’t mean it. I was being stupid, and I was still upset, but no matter what I say or do, I will always be your best friend. I’m so sorry,” Ginny said.

Emily nodded, not knowing what to say. She leaned back into Fred and squeezed Ginny’s hand. Emily fell asleep into the wee hours of the morning. Fred taught Ginny the levitating spell and had her levitate Emily’s body back to her own bed. And Emily slept a dreamless and peaceful sleep, a few tears occasionally finding their way down her cheek.

Emily awoke around ten next the day. She groggily rubbed her eyes. She felt their puffiness and groaned. Tonight was her date with Cedric, and she didn’t want to look like a complete slob. She felt her cheeks, which had a few tear stains that had made paths down to her neck. Emily opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Sighing, she finally rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.

“It’s a new day,” Emily whispered to herself.


*So, if you see an * that means that I got that quote from a bumper sticker off of Facebook. I just made it work with the sentence and situation... And all of the Quidditch terms and what not during Emily and Oliver's date is all factual from Quidditch Through the Ages. Okie dokie, let me know whatchya think

hello Emily! Yea for getting your computer back. Your PM totally fooled me. I was heart broken for you. I wondered how I would feel if my story got lost. Then you told us you was teasing in so many words! I felt so much relief! Then, I laughed at how easily you fooled me. Way to go for scaring an old woman!

Emily I loved the whole chapter! It was wonderful! I'm really beat though. May I be excused from the proper comment you deserve this time? It really was excellent! And I'll make it up to you later.

Haha, I was hoping I could fool a few
Thanks, Connie Yes, you may be excused I'll hold you to that Just kidding
Oh, yeah, so what is your vote on the whole post one a day or every two days?? Let me know please.

Lovely BIG long chapter Emily. I'm so glad things are ok between emily and the rest of the Weasleys. Lets hope her date with Cedric will be a little more successful than her date with Oliver! I'm so glad that your laptop is fixed, but that email you sent was so not funny missy. I started to cry. Lol.
Great post PAMS!
S x

Thanks, Sophie
Haha, you'll find out soon
Hahahahahaha, well, it wasn't intended to make you cry, but I thought it was funny. I couldn't help myself.
Thank you, Sophie

BTW Where do you stand on the whole post one a day or one every two days??

EMILY!

I actually believed your message at first... Then I scrolled dow...

WHOA! I it!!!

LOL at her date with Oliver... Hope she has fun with Cedric!!

YAY! Ems and Ginny are friends again! I'm happy now...

ILY

Abi... xox

Hahahaha, that was my intention I'm glad it worked
Awe, thanks, Abi
Hahahaha, yeah, oh and I forgot to put it on there that all of the Quidditch stuff is fact... Being the dork I am, I own a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages and Magical Beast and Where to FInd Them I'll go add that now
ILY2

New smallish post!

Emily walked down to the Great Hall to scavenge whatever was left for breakfast. She was parched and extremely hungry. Ginny was halfway down the table, alone, waiting for her. Ginny waved her over, and Emily smiled a little.

“I’ve been waiting on you to eat,” Ginny said.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Emily said.

“I wanted to.” Ginny shrugged her shoulders. Emily sat down and started piling food onto her plate. She felt like she could eat a horse. After helping herself to two waffles, bacon, eggs, and toast, Emily sighed in content. Before she realized what was happening, Cedric was sitting across from her and Ginny. He smiled slightly.

“’Morning,” he said.

“’Morning,” Emily replied. She grabbed her juice and took a swig.

Cedric studied her. “I’ve changed our plans,” he said.

Emily carefully placed her juice back on the table. “What do you mean?” Emily asked. Her heart sank as she thought that he was about to break off their date.

“I’ve decided to change it to an all day thing. I’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall in an hour. Hope you’re ready for this,” Cedric smirked. He leaned across the table and kissed her cheek, and then he left. Emily stared after him, the blood rushing to her face. She glanced at Ginny, who was smiling broadly. They both started giggling, and then Emily stopped abruptly. Ginny died her own laughing down and looked at Emily worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked.

“What am I going to wear?” Emily asked with huge eyes.

Ginny started laughing at Emily’s expression. “Come on, let’s go figure it out,” she said.

Emily nodded and followed Ginny out of The Great Hall. In the Common Room, the girls passed George, Fred, and Lee. Emily looked at them and then looked away quickly. She could sense George’s eyes on her but she refused to meet them. Meeting his eyes was one of the most dangerous things for Emily right now. She would get lost in them, and she would never be able to get over him. A voice in Emily’s head was telling her to look at George and get lost in his soft brown eyes. The voice was telling her that she could try, but she would never be able to get over George Weasley.

She pushed the voice aside and headed for her dormitory. Ginny beat her there by a few seconds and was already throwing choices of clothing on the bed.

“I found it!” exclaimed Ginny.

“Found what?” Emily asked curiously with a smile playing around her mouth.

“The shirt I wanted to borrow. Can I?” Ginny asked innocently with huge eyes.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Focus, Gin, we need to figure out my clothing crisis first.”

“Oh, right,” Ginny said. She turned her attention back to Emily’s wardrobe and started rummaging through it for an outfit.

After about ten minutes, Ginny pulled out a baby blue, long sleeve mini dress and a pair of white knee leggings. She showcased them to Emily and Emily nodded her approval. She closed the curtains around her bed and changed into the newly picked outfit. The dress fit snug to her curves. Ginny grinned at Emily’s reflection in the mirror. Emily grabbed her wand from her bed and stuck it to her lip, deep in thought.

“What do you think?” Emily asked.

“Ummm, straight,” Ginny decided. Emily nodded and flicked her wand at her hair. It went pin straight in less than a second. The girls nodded their heads in approval.

“How much time do I have?” Emily asked.

Ginny glanced at her watch. “Thirty minutes or so,” Ginny said. Emily nodded.

“Makeup,” Emily said to herself. She pulled out a makeup bag and started drumming through it for her mascara. Deciding she wasn’t in the mood for mess ups, Emily grabbed her wand. Emily muttered a spell under her breath and all of her makeup started dancing around in the air. Emily closed her eyes and sat there without moving. All of the makeup applied itself. Seven minutes later, Emily opened her eyes and her makeup went back to its bag without a flutter.

“You look great, Ems,” Ginny said.

Emily stood up and looked into the mirror. “Not too shabby,” she said. Emily grabbed her white ballet flats and slipped her feet into them. She turned around and asked, “How do I look?”

“Amazing!” said Ginny. “Let’s go downstairs!” Ginny jumped off of Emily’s bed and grabbed her hand, heading for the door. Emily stayed rooted to the spot.

“You go ahead, I’ll be right there,” Emily said. Ginny gave her a questioning look but didn’t argue. She dropped Emily’s hand and skipped down the stairs.

Emily went to her side table and opened a drawer. She pulled out a small box. Opening it, she grabbed the quill on top and the unused parchment underneath. She started writing.


George,
I told them I’d get over you, but how can I when you’re everything to me? How can I get over you when I know we’re meant to be together? I know that you’re my prince charming, Georgie. I read this quote one time—it’s so true. It says “You have to slay a couple of dragons before you get to the prince.” So that’s what I’m doing, Georgie. I’m slaying the dragons so I can finally get to you, so I can finally be with you. Because without you, life is like a pencil without lead—pointless. I told Freddie last night that relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken rather than hurt yourself by trying to put it back together. Believe me; our relationship is worth a few cuts from the glass, George. I would take a gazillion gashes from glass before I ever let you go. Love is a battlefield, baby. And I’m going to stand in that field with my wand held high, fighting for you.
Love Always,
Emily


Emily folded the piece of parchment and placed it in the box with the other letters that were all headed the same way. She placed the quill on top, closed the box, and pushed it back into its place, closing the drawer. Emily sighed and then went to join Ginny downstairs until it was time for her date with Cedric. She found Ginny by the fireplace in one of the good chairs. There were quite a few people around the fireplace.

“Hey guys,” Emily said.

“Hey, Ems,” Ginny exclaimed. She scooted over on her chair and patted the seat beside her. Emily smiled and squeezed into the chair with Ginny.

“You look great, Ems,” said Fred while the others nodded in agreement. “What’s the special occasion?”

“I…have a date with Cedric,” she said hesitantly.

“Diggory?” George asked. He grimaced as Emily nodded. “He’s bloody awful at Quidditch,” he said.

“Last time I checked, he was pretty amazing at Quidditch, George Weasley. Besides, you should know, I only date good Quidditch players,” Emily said with a huff. It was a low blow, but she didn’t care. He had no right to be jealous, no right to insult Cedric the way he did.

George’s face grew extremely red. Everyone, including Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Fred, and Lee, stayed quiet. “Then why, in the name of Merlin, would you ever date D—” George started, his voice raising.

“George Weasley!” Emily screeched. “How dare you! You have no right! You are such a JERK! You moved on first! Now it’s my turn! So, back off and let me move on!” Emily yelled at him. She glared at George and he glared back. She stood up quickly and ran from the room.

She ran into the nearest cupboard and sat down. She didn’t cry. Emily Black was too irate to cry. She wanted to kill George Weasley. She couldn’t believe he almost told one of her deepest secrets. She couldn’t believe he, one of the sweetest guys she knew, would insult somebody the way he did Cedric. And she couldn’t believe that it all just made her more in love with the guy. Emily couldn’t help but think about the way his nose flares when he’s angry or how his cute little fists ball up when he can’t control his shaking. There was no way she could get the way his adorable little ears turn brick red out of her head. She was head over heels in love with him, and nobody and nothing would ever change it.


*The quote about slaying dragons, life is like a pencil, and relationships are like glass are all from Bumper Stickers on Facebook... As you can tell, I love bumper stickers. Tell me watchya think.

I would be so stuffed!


Ahhh! He should at least tell her what type clothing to wear! hehehe Boys!

Yeah, see?!?! hehehe



Yes, we know that, does she?

No! No! No! little voice! Don't listen to her! Come back and keep bugging her!

“ This was too cute!


.
Yes, very nice!

Uw la la! (how does one spell that anyway?)

Beautiful!

How easy do witches have it!?!?!?!?


Too wonderful to leave out!


Uh oh! Sour Grapes!

Enraged female red head! Watch out!

gasp! George stop before you say something you're not s'pose to say!

Maybe the best thing she could have done, under the circumstances.

Hehehe. She better stop if she doesn't want to start thinking of all the things she LOVES about him.


There see? What did I say! Talked herself in to knowing she does still love him after all. And something else I'll say. It's a good thing I read this before I commented so I'd know the right things to say in the right places. Hehehe
Great job Emily. I hope this made up for the dismal sized comment I made last post. And I don't have a preference of when you post. Just when you can is great. If that's everyday great. If it's every other day, just as great. What ever is best for you.


I think you did great in case I haven't said it enough already. hehehe

I would never had made it to the toast.
Hahaha, I know! He really should have, but boys will be boys.
Hmmmm, She might know. If she does, she's ignoring it...
Hahaha, I think that's going to be everybody's thoughts
Thanks
THank you, Connie
Haha... Hmmm, well ewe is ewe, but it's not the right type of ewe... My mom said it's Oou La La... I guess it's however anyone wants to spell it
Thanks, Connie
I know, right!?! It's totally unfair! If only we had wands...
Thanks. I really liked the idea. And they'll come back later too
Hehe, yeah. Redheads are not people you want to upset.
Hehe, especially if they're female
For real! He needs to zip it!
Orrrrr.... She could have run into his arms and told him she was being dumb and that he was the only one for her. Oh well, looks like she missed the opportunity. *snaps fingers* Darn!
Hehe, is that a bad thing?
Thank you, Connie I always love reading your long comments (and your short ones). You had nothing to make up for, but it means a lot that you would take time out of your day to do this Yeah I'm thinking I'm just going to post whenever the majority of everybody comments, or whenever I feel like it
Thank you, Connie

OMG I have a story about Sirius having a daughter, but your's is a different tale and mucho mucho better then mine.

Pams please!

Hey Emily, sorry I haven't commented in a while. I've been so busy, but I'm here now! =] I loved it, as usual. And I've been waiting for Emily and George to finally talk for once... even if it was fighting. Ha ha! =] I can't wait to see what happens next!!! I really hope that they'll get over this whole thing and just kiss already! So you need to PAMS PAMS PAMS!!! =D

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“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked.

“What am I going to wear?” Emily asked with huge eyes.

Haha.... Thats the sort of thing I would say. I love Emily and Ginny. I'm so happy they're friends again
George,
I told them I’d get over you, but how can I when you’re everything to me? How can I get over you when I know we’re meant to be together? I know that you’re my prince charming, Georgie. I read this quote one time—it’s so true. It says “You have to slay a couple of dragons before you get to the prince.” So that’s what I’m doing, Georgie. I’m slaying the dragons so I can finally get to you, so I can finally be with you. Because without you, life is like a pencil without lead—pointless. I told Freddie last night that relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken rather than hurt yourself by trying to put it back together. Believe me; our relationship is worth a few cuts from the glass, George. I would take a gazillion gashes from glass before I ever let you go. Love is a battlefield, baby. And I’m going to stand in that field with my wand held high, fighting for you.
Love Always,
Emily

Awww... That is soo cute. I hope they get together soon.

. She wanted to kill George Weasley.. [QUOTE]

Oh Please don't kill George. We all love him too much! TEAM GEORGE!

Great Post. PAMS PAMS PAMS!

S x

p.s I don't mind whenever you post. I'm on almost everyday and I love your story so as long as its not too much bother for you I'd say post everyday!

sorry i missed two chapters :O but im soooo glad you did a long chapter they acctully made me cry :| in a good way tho i can't believe George was going to tell everyone about Draco :| lets hope the patch things up quickly PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!