New post time!!! :)

On her windowsill was an owl. But it wasn’t just any owl; it was an eagle owl, an eagle owl that looked all too familiar. Cocking her head to the side, Emily opened her window and the owl lifted its leg, which had a letter tied to it. She undid the letter and the owl flew off. Emily watched after it for a minute before closing the window and sitting on her bed, still enveloped in her towel. She opened the letter, which read:

EBony,
Happy Christmas! I hope you’re getting all that you’ve hoped for. I got you a little something and wanted to give it to you in person. Meet me where we met over the summer tomorrow night at sunset.
DaMien

Emily read the note with a half frown on her face. She didn’t know if she should feel excited about it or if she should just blow him off. Emily gently placed the letter on her bed and made her way to her closet. She picked out a pair of red skinny jeans and a green tank top. She fished out her matching red jacket from her dresser and her intimates. After getting dressed, she returned to the bathroom and finished her hair and make up. She pulled up a few strands of her red curls on the side and pinned them there. Her eyes popped against the green top. She smiled at herself and then went back to her closet to find some matching jewelry. She glanced at her bed and the note from Draco. She read it again and then stuffed it into her pocket. She grabbed one of her suitcases and put some jeans and shirts inside. She slid her feet into her rain boots and glanced around her room one more time to make sure she didn’t forget anything. She noticed something leaning against her wall in the corner. Sighing, she grabbed it. She put it in her purse, which already had an enchantment on it to make it seem small, though you could fit every thing your heart desired in it. She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but, for some reason, she felt a little happier inside.

“You ready to go?” she asked Remus as she walked into the kitchen. He was reading a letter. “Who’s that from?”

“Oh, just the Morgan’s. They were replying to my letter from earlier.” Remus quickly folded the letter back up. He looked guilty to Emily, but she let it pass. If he wanted to tell her, he would. “I need to grab something, and then we can go.” Remus passed Emily and jogged up the stairs.

Emily stared after him in wonder, and then whispered, ”Okay...”

He returned moments later with nothing.

“I thought you had to grab something,” Emily accused.

“Huh? Oh, I, er, I did. I...had to grab my wallet. Okay, I’m ready. Do you have all of your bags?” Remus asked.

Emily looked him up and down, wondering what on earth he was hiding from her. Instead of pestering him about it, she picked up her bag of presents and suitcase. Remus led the way to the door and Emily followed.

“How are we traveling?” Emily asked him.

Glancing behind him, Remus replied, “Driving. Is that okay with you?”

“Sounds fun,” Emily replied with a grin. “It reminds me of our road trips when I was younger.”

“That’s what I was thinking, too.”


They drove down the countryside. Emily wasn’t sure if Remus even knew where he was going, but if he didn’t, he didn’t show any worry. He seemed happy for once. They bobbed their heads to the music in the background. Emily watched the houses and hills pass by.

“How come you don’t play your guitar anymore?” Remus asked, bringing her out of her reverie.

“I guess I just haven’t had time to lately,” Emily replied. She formed a frown as she thought about it. Her and her guitar used to be inseparable. Mr. Morgan had learned to play when he was a teenager and taught Emily how to play when she was six. She played ever since, except for lately. So much drama had happened that she just didn’t have the heart to play. Remus hummed to the song that was on the radio. It was Celestina Warbeck’s song, “Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love.” Emily giggled as he started singing along. He glanced at her and winked, which caused her to giggle some more.

It was around two hours or so later when Emily started getting anxious. She played with the hem of her tank top, and then she twirled the zipper to her jacket in her fingers.

“What’s up, Ems?” Remus asked, glancing at her.

“I, er, nothing. Just excited is all,” she replied with a quick smile, turning to look out of her window.

“Well, we’re almost there, so you won’t have to wait much longer.” Remus patted her knee.

“Great,” Emily said.

It was twenty minutes later when Remus and Emily pulled into the drive of the Burrow. She smiled at the homey look of the Weasley’s home. Remus parked the car right beside the chicken coop. He turned the car off and opened his door.

“Coming?” he asked her with a grin.

“Duh!” Emily said, returning his grin. She undid her seat belt and propped open her door. She stretched her legs and walked to the back of the car. Remus pulled out her suitcase and handed it to her. She took it and then grabbed her bag of presents.

“Emily!” Ginny squealed from the doorway of her home. Emily grinned and waved.

“Hey, Gin!” Emily and Remus started to the crooked looking home. Emily assumed that it must be held up by magic, because without magic, there was no doubt in her mind that it would fall over. Emily gave Ginny a hug and Ginny grabbed Emily’s suitcase.

“Come on in, guys! Welcome to the Burrow!” exclaimed Ginny, motioning Emily and Remus to come in.

Remus and Emily followed Ginny through the living room and into the kitchen. In passing, Emily noticed the coolest clock she had ever seen. “Wow, Gin. Your house is amazing!” Emily said, looking around.

“Thanks, I know it’s not much, but it’s home,” Ginny sighed.

“Oh, hello! You must be Emily, and this must be her guardian, Professor Lupin,” smiled a plump witch with auburn hair.

“Please, call me Remus,” said Remus with his hand extended. The woman took it, smiling.

“I’m Molly, Ginny’s mother. Arthur isn’t home yet; he’s at the Ministry,” said Molly. She gave Emily a hug and fidgeted with her apron. Emily had never known what a mom would be like, but she had a feeling that she would have liked it if they were anything like Molly Weasley. “Welcome to our home,” she smiled.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Emily smiled at her and then grinned at Ginny.

“Emily, I should be getting back if I don’t want to be late to the Morgan’s,” Remus said, looking at Emily. She frowned at him.

“Okay, Rems. Are you sure you’ll be okay for the night?”

“I’m a grown man, Ems. I’m sure I can handle one night on my own.” Emily grinned at him.

“Right, Rems. Of course you can,” Emily laughed.

“Oh shut it,” Remus laughed.

“I’ll walk you out, Rems,” Emily said, still laughing lightly.

“Oh, no I’ll be fine. You have fun with the Weasleys and call me if there’s an emergency. I love you, kiddo.” Remus gave Emily a hug and kissed her hair. She pulled away and noticed Ginny tucking something into her pocket.

“I love you too, Rems. Give the baby a kiss for me and tell the Morgan’s I’ll come by later in the week to see them,” Emily said.

“You got it. Be good, and do whatever Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tell you.”

“You got it,” she said, grinning, repeating his earlier words.

Remus started back the way they had come in and disappeared around the corner.

“Ginny, why don’t you show Emily where she’ll be staying so she can put her bags down,” Molly said.

“Right, Mum. This way, Ems,” Ginny said, motioning with her hand for her to follow. Ginny started for the stairs in the other room.

Emily, bag in hand, started up the stairs. They stopped at the first landing, and Ginny opened the door. Ginny held it open for her, her arm outstretched as if this were a show room. Emily walked in and looked around. It was homey and cute. She looked out of the bedroom window and saw a field with Quidditch posts. Emily smiled. It was one of the coolest houses she’d ever seen.

“So, are Fred and George out and about?” Emily asked as she surveyed the room.

“Er, no. They’re in their room,” Ginny said with a grin. Emily looked away from her, blushing slightly.

“Ginny! Can you go feed the chickens real quick?” Molly yelled up the stairs.

“Oh come on, Mum! I have a guest!” Ginny yelled back.

“It won’t take you long! And it’s your turn! Now scoot!” Molly yelled back. Ginny huffed, but left the room with one last apologetic look to Emily. Emily stifled a giggle and watched Ginny’s mane of red hair fly around the door. She heard the creaking of the stairs under Ginny’s feet and then the slam of a door.

“Ginerva Molly Weasley, you will not slam that door again!” Molly yelled from the kitchen.

Emily stifled another giggle and then tiptoed up the stairs. She walked up to the next landing. Emily knocked lightly on the door, hoping it was the twins’ room. She saw the knob twist and held her breath. Peeping out of the doorway was—

“George!” Emily exclaimed in a whisper.

“Hey, Ems! Looks like you finally made it! Come on in!” George said, opening the door wider for her. He closed the door behind her. Emily looked around at the twin beds. She noticed that Fred wasn’t here.

“Fred went to feed the ghoul we have in the attic,” George explained.

“Oh, right,” Emily said awkwardly. “So, happy Christmas!” Emily said after a few seconds of silence.

George chuckled. “Yeah, happy Christmas!” He stepped across the room to where Emily was standing and gave her a hug.

The hug wasn’t one of those two seconds hugs where you touch the person and then let go. They held onto each other for a long while. George’s arms were wrapped around Emily’s waist and hers were around his neck. Her head was on his chest and his face was slightly buried in her hair. She could feel his lips in her hair, and her stomach was doing somersaults. She was happy, but she was also sad. George wasn’t hers. George made that clear when he chose Angelina, he made that clear when he told her goodbye in the Hospital Wing. She felt like pulling away from him, telling him about these points, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to leave his arms, his warmth, his love. She never wanted to leave his arms, but then the door busted open and in walked Fred. George and Emily broke apart quickly.

“Fred! H...hey, how are you?” she stuttered.


*I'll leave it here ;) Tell me watchya think please :)

Hello Emily. What a fantastic post! I don't know what to say, and what part to say I like the most. Sometimes you just have to say it was all great. :PI do love the warmth Emily and Remus have towards each other. :yes:And I do wonder what letter Remus was reading. :huh:I'm not going to guess,>_< though!:xd: And I bet I know what's goint to happen IF Emily meets Draco. But, again, I'm not going to say anything. :xd: Great post Emily, I'll be watching for your next one.

Awe, well thank you, Connie! :)
As do I :) I've always wanted that kind of relationship with my father, but it will never happen :)
Bahahaha, I guess we'll just wait and see :)
Well IF they meet.... bahahaha, definitely NOT telling ;)
Thanks, Connie :)
More soon :)

Emily, I love your story! It is awesome! xxx
I had been reading it for ages and it was taking me forever, you write loads! I finally caught up with everyone!
I am definitely Team George! Make them kiss! Why did Fred have to interrupt, I could feel the chemistry!
lol
xx
P.S. Kerri and Sophie told me to read this, I love it!

Pams pams pams !!!!!!!!

Hey Emily.
I notice that you are viewin this thread, me too.
Are you posting or just replying.
I have to go so if it is a post I shall read after I get some sleep.

Bahaha, yeah, I've noticed that the posts are pretty long... But I'm glad you like it and that you're caught up! Welcome to Meet You Under The Moon :)
Bahaha, yeah, well I have a feeling you'll be waiting a while for that kiss... :whistle:
Thanks :) And thank you to Kerri and Sophie :D
Thanks, Kerri :)
More soon :)

Hahaha, I was just viewing and replying to your posts :) I'll post more soon, though. Probably tomorrow, or tonight if I get around to it :)

She opened the letter, which read:

EBony,
Happy Christmas! I hope you’re getting all that you’ve hoped for. I got you a little something and wanted to give it to you in person. Meet me where we met over the summer tomorrow night at sunset.
DaMien


Ooo... I wonder if she'll go



“Fred went to feed the ghoul we have in the attic,” George explained.


I want a ghoul in my attic! :D


The hug wasn’t one of those two seconds hugs where you touch the person and then let go. They held onto each other for a long while. George’s arms were wrapped around Emily’s waist and hers were around his neck. Her head was on his chest and his face was slightly buried in her hair. She could feel his lips in her hair, and her stomach was doing somersaults.

Awww... I wish I could get cuddles like that :whistle:

She was happy, but she was also sad. George wasn’t hers. George made that clear when he chose Angelina, he made that clear when he told her goodbye in the Hospital Wing.

I don't like Angelina. She's nasty! :(



*I'll leave it here ;) Tell me watchya think please :)[/QUOTE]


I think that post was AWSOME! Can wait for more. Please post again before tommorow morning at 8 cauz I won't be on all weekend cauz I'm very buzy with all my family as its my Granny's 80th. So please post :)




Bahaha, yeah, well I have a feeling you'll be waiting a while for that kiss... :whistle:

Thanks :) And thank you to Kerri and Sophie :D

Well It's a great story! I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to read it!

hmmmm, I don't know... Oh wait, I DO know ;)
Me too ;)
Alas, me as well. They're the best. :)
Bahahaha, I concur. She is "nasty!" :lol:
Haha, well, okie dokie. Just give me a few or so, and I'll go edit really quick :)
Awe, well thank you, Sophie :)

Here's the new posty :)

“Fred! H...hey, how are you?” she stuttered.

“I’m good. And you?” he asked with a smirk, glancing between her and George.

“Er, yeah, I’m great! How’s your break so far?” she asked.

“Oh, you know, a little boring. Nothing exciting has happened, not yet anyway.”

“That’s too bad,” she smiled.

Fred started laughing and Emily and George just stared at him as if he were insane.

“You look so guilty!” he snickered, pointing at Emily. Emily blushed and shoved Fred gently, playfully. He stopped laughing after a few more minutes. Emily just glared at him while color rose to her cheeks.

“Er, I’m going to go find Gin,” Emily said quietly, making her way to the door.

“No need! I’m here!” said Ginny, storming through the door.

“Oh, hey, Gin,” Emily said awkwardly.

“You look guilty of something. What’s up?” Ginny asked.

“I told you,” Fred snickered. Emily rolled her eyes and George’s ears went red.

“So, subject change. When do you want to open your presents?” Emily asked.

“You didn’t have to get us anything, Ems,” George said.

“Oh, shut it. We’re not having this conversation. Of course I did.”

“Er, we can do it now if you want!” Ginny exclaimed. She was obviously excited. “We should go down to the tree and open them there. Mind you, it will be a little cold, so you might want to wear a jacket,” Ginny said.

“That sounds great, let’s go!” Fred exclaimed, shuffling them out of the door. George picked up a rectangular package from his nightstand and followed Emily out of the door. She stopped on the first landing and picked up her bag of presents.

Emily shivered once when they first walked outside, but other than that, she didn’t find it very cold. Ginny was bundled up in a sweater and two jackets while the twins both sported a sweater and matching jackets. Ginny was basically jumping up and down with excitement when she reached the tree. Emily had no idea what was up with her. Fred and George chuckled lightly at their sister’s enthusiasm.

Fred spread out a few blankets for everyone to sit on, so they all sat down Indian style. George put the package in the middle and Emily followed his example by dumping the other three presents out of her bag and into the middle too. They all looked at each other waiting for someone to say something, and then they all started laughing at each other.

“Okay, you guys first!” Emily announced through breaths. Everyone settled down a bit as Ginny, Fred, and George grabbed for their presents. They ripped the paper off after trying to feel it to figure out what it was.

“Thanks, Ems! I needed to stock up on these!” Fred exclaimed, counting all of his ammo of the different tricks and pranks she got him. Emily grinned.

“These are adorable, Emily! I love them! Do you have the other bracelet?” Ginny asked in one breath. She looked at Emily with big eyes and Emily couldn’t help but chuckle.

Emily pulled the sleeve of her jacket up. “Yes, I have the other one! Do the shoes fit?”

Ginny examined the shoes. “They should, they’re eight’s,” Ginny said.

“Good,” Emily sighed.

“Thanks, Ems. I love my presents. All of them,” George said with a twinkle in his eye. The other two ignored him and kept examining their own gifts, but Emily watched as George put a blue friendship bracelet, which did look masculine, around his wrist. He looked at Emily’s wrist, which had a matching green one right beside her purple one that matched Ginny’s. Emily smiled at him and he returned it.

“You’re welcome,” she mouthed to him.” He nodded and then looked down. She blushed slightly, but you could hardly tell from the cold weather.

“Alright, now it’s your turn!” Ginny announced. “We got it together, I hope you like it.” Ginny looked anxious.

“I’m sure I’ll love it.” Emily reached for the package. Carefully, she unwrapped the rectangular gift. She read the front of the box, her eyes widening with every word. “Is this really a...a what I think it is?” she whispered. She looked up at Ginny, Fred, and George’s grinning faces. They all nodded. Emily looked down at the gift again. “You spent way too much! You have to take it back!” she yelled.

“We’re not taking it back,” said Fred calmly, his grin still apparent on his face.

“But, these cost a fortune!” Emily argued.

“No refunds, besides it was on sale and totally worth it,” George said. They weren’t taking her seriously.

“Guys, why would you spend so much on me?”

“Because you’re worth it,” Ginny answered.

“But, but...” Emily wasn’t sure of what to say. She had no arguments left. She stared at the radio in her hands. This wasn’t just any radio though. This radio allowed you to listen to all kinds of music, from muggle to witches and wizards, from past and present, to even the future. That’s right, the future. If she wanted, Emily could turn to the year 3000 and hear the newest music of the age. She had always wanted one, and now it was in her hands, and yet, she was trying to give it back. Her hands clutched it closely.

“Thank you, it’s amazing,” Emily whispered.

“Much better reaction, Ems,” Fred grinned. Emily smiled at him.

“So, now that we’re on the subject of music, how come you don’t play your guitar anymore?” George asked. He sounded like Remus earlier today.

“I don’t know,” she said awkwardly. “I guess I haven’t had time lately,” she said.

“Don’t even try that excuse, Ems,” said Fred.

“You should definitely play again,” Ginny said. She took out a small thing from her pocket. It was a miniature guitar. It looked familiar to Emily.

“Hey, that looks just like my guitar!” Emily took the outstretched guitar from Ginny and examined it more closely. “Hey, this is my guitar! Isn’t it?” She eyed the three red heads. They all nodded. Emily took her wand from her pocket and tapped the miniature guitar once. It automatically grew to its normal size.

“How did you get this? It was in my room this morning.” Emily looked at Ginny.

“We sent a letter to Professor Lupin. He gave it to me when you arrived,” Ginny explained. Emily nodded faintly. She looked down at her guitar that hadn’t been touched for months. She wanted to put it out of sight. They were probably expecting her to play, but she never wanted to touch the thing again.

“Play for us!” George said.

“Er, maybe some other time,” Emily said. She put the guitar in front of her feet. “Let’s listen to the radio, shall we?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah! What year should we listen to?” Ginny asked, perking up a bit.

“I don’t know,” Emily thought for a moment. “What about 2010? The new decade?” Emily asked. They all nodded in excitement.

Emily took the wireless radio out of the box and fumbled with the directions. She scanned them hurriedly. She put the antenna up and played with the knobs. She finally found the right station, pushed the power button, and turned up the volume. They all listened as the new music filled the air around them.

Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

Emily and George glanced up at each other. Fred nudged Ginny in the side and they both stifled their giggles.

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along

Emily blushed, but she couldn’t look away from George. He wasn’t breaking eye contact either. She looked into his deep, soft brown eyes. They had this twinkle to them that made her heart melt every time. She loved him, there was no denying it at this point. Being in this close proximity with him was torture for her. She couldn’t make a move. She couldn’t scream off rooftops with him. She couldn’t close the space between them and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. They weren’t getting together. They were friends, just friends. She wanted to run far away. She wanted to cry her heart and soul out. She wanted out of this hell she was in. A hell where her entire life was right before her eyes, but she couldn’t touch it.

And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Emily couldn’t help but think “liar” in her head. He had once told her he wasn’t leaving, yet he did. He left her and went to Angelina. She felt that sudden urge to cry again. She wanted to yell at him and accuse him. She wanted him to feel the pain that she felt. She wanted him to know what he’s put her through.

Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go...

They all listened to the lyrics. They were all holding their breaths as the radio personnel came on after the song finished. His voice made Emily and George snap out of it. They both looked away, growing embarrassed.

And that, folks, was Nickleback with their hit, “Far Away.” In ten minutes, we have Ali Mac with the weather, but right now, we have Justin Bieber with “One Time.”

The radio guy went off and a song started playing. The four of them automatically started rocking their heads to the beat.

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
One time, one time

When I met you girl my heart went knock knock
Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop stop
And even though it's a struggle love is all we got
And we gon' keep keep climbing to the mountain top

What was with these love songs, Emily thought. She wanted to throw the radio and its lovey dovey songs into the tree. But that would be rude, since it was a gift, not to mention the coolest thing ever.

Your world is my world
And my fight is your fight
My breath is your breath
And your heart

Emily looked up at George again. He was staring at her, a deep intensity in his eyes. He was about to say something when—


*Muahahaha!! I thought I'd leave you on a cliffie :) Tell me watchya think :)

:O no you cant leav us ther :| PAMS PAMS PAMS QUICKLEYYYY

Teehee, sorry :) More soon, I promise :)

SOON ISN"T SOON ENOUGH MISSY! Oops I mean, Hello Emily, What a great post! That was brilliant about the letter to Remus from Ginny, and him getting the guitar and shrinking it to take over to the Weasleys. Brilliant. I love Remus. He's so sweet! I wish he could have stayed at the Burrow for the meal. The radio was a big hit. And why wouldn't it be. Wow! Great post Emily, and I know you'll post very soon, right? You don't really want to leave us dangling at all. :) I'll be watching for your next post. Oh, I was wondering will we find out what Emily's problem is about her not wanting to play the guitar?

Bahahaha, why hello Connie :) Thanks :)
Thanks, I thought it was a pretty clever idea :)
Thanks, Connie :) I don't know... Maybe I should make you wait... :evil:
Oh, yes :) I'm not that cruel. It will be in the next post and later on in the story. :)

I loved this post Emily! It was really great! The radio was a clever idea, I want one. Music of the future = woweee! lol :P
I just want them to kiss, by 'them' I mean Georgie and Ems!!!

Thanks, Katie :)
Thanks, I want one too ;)
Bahahaha, you'll be waiting a while. Annnndd, you probably won't like my next post all too much, which is why I'll wait to post it until tomorrow.... :)

PLEASE EMILY PAMS NOW!!!!!
I don't have long left on my laptop. On a Friday and Saturday it shuts off at 12 so I do not have long!
PRETTY PLEASE :)
Thats my prettiest smile!!!!

bahahaha, I'll give you a sneak peek. But this is my fair warning :whistle:

Alrighty, here's the sneak peek :)

Emily looked up at George again. He was staring at her, a deep intensity in his eyes. He was about to say something when—

“Hey! Your Mum told me you came out here. Can I join you?”

Emily watched in horror as Angelina Johnson walked toward them. Angelina plopped down beside George, grabbing his hand in the process.

“What are you doing here?” he asked with a forced smile.

“I came to surprise you, sweetie,” she purred. Ginny just about gagged. Angelina looked over at her and then glanced at Emily.

“And what is she doing here?” Angelina asked with disgust.

“She was invited, unlike you. She’s wanted here, unlike you,” Ginny spat. Ginny’s cheeks flushed in anger, her hands balled up.

:evillaugh: Muahahahahahaha!!! Tell me watchya think :)

Get er Ginny! Get er! Oops, Emily! ummm, well, ummm, I was just thinking out loud as to what I would say to Ginny if I was there. She really is a wildfire that one isn't she! :xd: Of course I think she is spot on with her judgement calls. :woot: Thanks for this sneak peak. I'll be watching for the rest of it as soon as you can put it up. I love your story. And if you need me, I'm ready to put up my dukes along side Ginny. I'm just saying. :evil: You know I'm teasing you in a big way. Except I do love your story, and I will be watching for the rest of the chapter. :P

Bahahahahaha, that's kind of what I was thinking when I wrote it too. You're hilarious :)
Anytime, well maybe not anytime... :)
Awe, well thank you :blush:
Bahahaha, I'll let you know if I'm in need of your services :)

I went to bed, so here is my commment:
OMG YOU ARE FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!
I think that says it all. :P

Bahaha. well thank you :)

Soooo... I've totally been sneaking around on here and reading your amazing fan fic! And I totally love it! It took me a while to finish it, because I had to do it in between everything... but it's so great! I hope Emily and George finally get together, that would just be so :love:!! Keep posting, Emily! I can't wait for more!

-Kit