Emelia reached the Burrow. Her gut felt misplaced, but she was already there. She walked inside their home to hearing somewhat loud music and drinks. She saw Olive make eye contact with her and look away quickly, scowling.
"Emelia! You came, how delightful." said George.
"I need a drink." she said.
"Alright, alright. I'll get you one."
He left the room and she situated herself on the couch. There were people making out next to her which she didn't pay much attention to. George came back with drinks and she drank it, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat.
"Well, I'm going to talk to Angelina so...see you later." he said waving goodbye.
It had been ten minutes and the setting was just not meant for her. She needed someplace quiet. She went upstairs to a random room, but before she closed the door someone else came in.
Fred.
He walked in and sat on his bed.
"Is this your room?" she asked.
He nodded.
"It's alright, I can leave if you'd like." she said approaching the door.
"No, no. It's fine. Come. Sit." He patted the spot next to him. She came and tried to control her dress as it rode up when she sat down.
"I broke up with her." he mumbled.
"Why?" she asked even if it was quite evident.
"She's quite envious...of you. Also, she's quite clingy. I do wish her the best, though."
She nodded and put her arm around him to comfort him.
"Is she doing okay?"
"She'll be fine. She's strong. I'm just a bit mad that she just...it was all a game to her. Not a game, I apologize...it was all to make you jealous. I didn't realize until later." he replied.
"It happens to the best of us, Fred. Say, would you like to go outside and play a party game with them? Just for fun, of course." she asked.
"Alright, yeah. Need a few drinks in me. Let's go."
They walk out and she takes off her jacket as it was getting hot. They were already in a circle and she quietly sat down with Fred.
"Alright...Angelina. Dare or dare?" said Oliver.
"Dare, I'm not a bore."
"I dare you to go into that room with George with the lights off for 7 minutes." he winked at George and George grinned at him.
Angelina got up and laughed, waiting for George to get up and follow her. They went into the room together. As more people joined Emelia tried to scoot back on the couch, but ended up accidentally touching Fred.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she said hoarsely. He was almost done with his drink when he set it down. She tried getting up, but nearly fell. Emelia was trying to regain her balance. By then someone had taken her seat and she groaned.
"Hey, hello! Where're you going?" Fred asked with his words slurring everywhere.
"Seat's taken."
Fred pulled her waist onto him and she was straddling him.
'He smells really good.' she thought.
"Now, now. Sit down and behave." he whispered into her ear. She settled down and sat to face the circle. It was hard not to squirm. He grabbed her wrists and held them tight together.
Finally, George had came back out. He donned a huge grin. Fred have him a high five from his seat and when he shifted Emelia felt his boner.
"Fred, can we go to the other room?" she asked.
"Well why can't we stay here? Nothing wrong with this lovely couch, is there?" His hand crept up her thigh. She arched her back and got up. Emelia took Fred's hands and led him to his room.
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FanfictionDISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling. i'm simply using them for entertainment purposes. emelia adams was the most bland student you could meet. she didn't talk to a lot of people and would barely party. when...