RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 21

Emelia was ready and about to apparate. She looked in the mirror at her outfit. Just a red checkered skirt with a black v-neck shirt and white high top converse. She was going to get her grey jacket until she realized where she'd left it.

At the Weasley's.

She didn't linger on it too much because it was just a jacket. Emelia looked at the letter Fred had sent back.

Dear Emelia,

See you then;)

Fred

It was such a short letter, but nonetheless the time had come. It was 5:50 and she apparated there. When her dizziness stopped, she realized she had reached Hogsmeade. Upon entering Three Broomsticks, there was Professor Slughorn. She tried her best to avoid him and took a seat in the 2 person booth at the corner of the restaurant.

"Hello, what would you like?", said a waitress.

"1 butterbeer and some muggle Diet Coke."

The waitress nodded, distastefully, when she'd said muggle and walked away. Fred had entered Three Broomsticks and Emelia tried to calm her thoughts. Her anxiety levels were off the charts.

The waitress came back and set the drinks down

'Maybe I should pretend I'm not here and go away.', she thought. By then he'd seen her.

He walked over to the booth and sat down next to her. She looked at what he was holding.

"Oh, here. You left it..that night.", he said.

She thanked him quietly and looked down at her lap. Emelia didn't know where to start. She took a deep breath and said, "Did you run into Tom this morning?"

He sipped his butterbeer and replied, "Yes. Told him to tell you I wanted to talk to you."

She nodded.

"Well he believes certain events perspired on Friday between us and-"

Fred interrupted her, "But they did!", then he lowered his voice, "I remember how you took it like a good girl."

She fiddled with her hands and just stared down at the floor.

"Tom is complicated and I don't know if we can continue to-", she started.

He interrupted, once again, "We barely even started, Emelia. Imagine how good I'd be for you instead of those Slytherins!"

She was a bit agitated.

"Please stop interrupting me."

He apologized and she took a sip of her Diet Coke.

"While you may be right, I'm just not ready for anything serious. I understand what happened, but we were both drunk!", she half shouted half whispered.

"Tell me something", he said while his hand slipped to her thigh, gripping it, "are you drunk right now?"

She shook her head no. His hand went up even further. "How about now?", he asked. Her breathing slowed down and she shook her head again.

"Now, now. Have I proved my point?"

"No."

His hand was now feeling the fabric of her underwear, dangerously close to her clit.

"You know, I've always had a knack for lace, did you know that? Enough about me. How's your winter break going so far?", he said, carrying the conversation as if nothing was happening.

"Fred! Professor Slughorn is coming, he can't see this!", she said.

"Is that so?", he looked back in front where Professor Slughorn was standing, "Hello, Professor! Emelia and I were just talking about Potions."

Slughorn smiled. "Well, hello! What are you two doing here? Emelia, I nearly thought you were with Riddle, the way you two hit it off in Potions!", he exclaimed.

She laughs it off and replies, "Nothing special between Fred and I. The same goes for Riddle, Professor."

He nods.

"Well have fun! And stay safe. Goodnight Miss Adams and Mister Weasley."

Fred grinned at him and once he left his hand went inside of the lace underwear.

"We're in public, Fred.", she said sternly. Her attempt to close her legs wasn't working, but only getting her even more wet.

"Jesus, Emelia. We'll need a bloody towel after this, won't we? Now, princess, you need to keep quiet. You did a great job of observing that we are, in fact, in a public setting.", he said while fingering her. Only one finger was in her, but it felt amazing.

He felt how much was coming out of her so he put two more fingers in. Her nails dug into his thigh and this only encouraged him. He put in three. She gasped.

"Fred, that feels really fucking good.", she leaned in closer to him and whispered, "I need you right now."

He stops for a moment. He was surprised. Emelia grabbed his free hand and apparated, but during that moment his butterbeer had spilt on his jeans. As they left, the money sat on the counter and the waitress looked a bit upset at the mess they left.