I hate myself for being so busy, and for having writers block so much lately. Anyway, here's an update. Read, enjoy, and review!

Emma let out the breath she'd been holding when Madam Pomfrey assured her that she wasn't pregnant.

"Do you want to talk about what happened, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking worried for the Hufflepuff.

Emma just shook her head and Roxanne returned Madam Pomfrey's worried look.

"You won't tell anyone, right?" Emma asked, staring past Madam Pomfrey and Roxanne at the window.

"I can't if you don't want me to," Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"Good," Emma said, "I'm going to go eat…See you at the Quidditch game, Roxanne…"

She stood up and exited the hospital wing quickly. Roxanne stared after her, wishing desperately that there was something she could do to help Emma.

"She's not hurt physically," Madam Pomfrey said, "But mentally…she's going to have some scars."

"I know," Roxanne sighed, "I'll try to help her, but…I don't know if she'll feel better any time soon….Keeping this from Fred is going to be hard…" By now Roxanne was talking to herself more than to Madam Pomfrey. "I don't feel right keeping this a secret and Fred can tell when I'm upset…"

Roxanne said a polite goodbye to the older woman and left the Hospital Wing.

A short while later, everyone began arriving on the Quidditch Pitch. James and Fred were there first; then Molly arrived with Louis and his boyfriend, Austin Macmillan. Next, Scorpius, Albus, Rose, and Abby showed up in a group. Lily and Lucy arrived with Lorcan and Lysander. Roxanne and Emma arrived soon after, and minutes later Hugo came trailing behind everyone else.

"Great, we're all here," Fred stated, "So let's get into our usual teams, then."

Fred and James, being the separate "Team Captains," split up and the teams joined around them. Roxanne, Scorpius, Albus, Lysander, Lily, and Emma went over to Fred's side. Molly, Louis, Lorcan, Lucy, Rose, and Abby joined James. Austin and Hugo went to sit in the stands to be score keepers, since neither of them really fancied flying.

Roxanne pulled Emma to the side. "You okay?" she asked, and Emma shot her a look.

"I'm fine," she said, although she was clearly lying. "Forget about it."
"I can't just forget," Roxanne said, "What happened…it would hurt anyone. You shouldn't keep trying to pull through alone. If you just told-."

"Forget it," Emma repeated, more forcefully.

Before Roxanne could reply, Fred walked over.

"Are you two coming?" he asked, eyebrows raised. The two girls nodded and followed him back to where everyone else was waiting.

"Okay, time to start the game," Fred said, kicking his broom into the air.

From the stands, Austin threw the Quaffle onto the field and Hugo released the snitch. They never played with Bludgers, and instead of two beaters and three chasers, each of their teams had five chasers.

Emma, being Keeper, kicked off the ground and flew towards the goal. She floated in place in front of the center goal, ready to block and attempts by the other team to score. After a few minutes, she began to get distracted.

It was hard to come to terms with what had happened. The day had gone by so slowly that the night before seemed like ages ago. It seemed impossible that she'd only been back at Hogwarts for 2 days.

Thinking about the night before brought tears to Emma's eyes again, and she quickly wiped them away. The last thing she needed was everyone asking questions.

"Emma!" Fred yelled, snapping her back to the present. She realized why he had yelled when she noticed the Quaffle zoom straight by her, into the center goal. "You could have blocked that!"

"Sorry," Emma muttered, though she was sure he didn't hear her.

She tried her best to focus on the game, but kept getting distracted by thoughts of the night before. It was almost as if she could still feel her attacker's touch. She winced slightly, remembering how he'd felt pressed up against her. The worst part had been that it was her first time having sex with anyone. She'd always imagined her first time being special, and with someone she loved. A small part of her mind went to Fred, and she felt herself turn pink.

"Emma!" Fred yelled out again as yet another goal was scored by the other team. Emma had been so distracted that she didn't even see the Quaffle coming. Fred flew towards Emma and came to an abrupt halt before her. "Will you pay attention?" Fred yelled, looking angry.

She wasn't sure why, but Emma replied with equal anger. "Sorry!" she yelled, "It's just a game!"

"And the object of the game is to try and win," Fred hissed, "Not let the other team throw the ball right past you!"

Emma opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out and she scowled. She flew swiftly towards the ground and got off her broom when she reached the grass.

"Where are you going?" Fred yelled.

"None of your business!" Emma yelled back, so loud that everyone heard. Everyone stopped their brooms and stared down at the normally quiet Hufflepuff in shock. Emma ignored everyone's stares as best she could and storms off the Pitch.

"What's the matter with you?" she heard Roxanne yelling, "She's obviously upset about something, and you go and yell at her! You're so thick, Fred!"

Roxanne landed her broom and chased after Emma, but she held up her hand in motion for her to stop.

"I just want to be alone," she said, and walked away.

A few minutes later, Emma was sitting on the floor in an empty corridor, leaning against the wall. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees. Tears were streaming from her eyes, staining her jeans. She struggled to keep he sobs quiet, but with little success.

No one had followed her from the Pitch, and she preferred it that way. Normally, Fred was the only person she could talk to, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell him about being raped. She felt dirty, and didn't want Fred to see her in that way.

"He'll never want me if he knows…" she whispered quietly to herself, though somewhere deep in her mind she knew it made no sense. If Fred was going to like her, he wouldn't care that she'd been raped. He'd know it wasn't her fault, and he'd support her and make her feel better. But even with all that rationalization, she still couldn't tell him.

She let out a particularly loud sob, and hiccupped. Emma pulled a small pocket knife from her pocket and flipped it over in her hand a few times, staring at it intensely.

When she'd been in her 4th year, her father's abuse became too much for her to handle. She'd dealt with the pain by cutting, figuring that if she had to feel pain she might as well cause it herself. Fred had been furious when he'd found out. He yelled at her and made her promise to never do it again. She'd promised, and after that he paid so close attention to her that she wouldn't have been able to even if she'd wanted to. However, having him around constantly had made her feel better, so even when they had to part for the summer, she didn't cut.

It had been over 3 years since Emma had used the pocket knife, but she always kept it with her as a reminder. Now, for the first time since Fred had made her promise to never cut again, she had the sudden urge to use the knife. Disgusted with herself, Emma hurled the knife down the corridor, and it clattered to a stop at the end.

Just then, someone walked around the corner, noticed the pocket knife, and picked it up. The boy stared at it for a moment before looking around and noticing Emma.

"Is this yours?" he asked, walking up to her. Emma wiped her eyes and quickly stood up. She nodded silently and snatched the knife back from the boy, placing it in her pocket again.

"I'm Stephen Chandler," the boy said, extending his hand. When Emma didn't take it, he awkwardly let it fall back to his side. "Err...you weren't planning on using that knife….were you?" he asked, guessing the reason Emma had it with her.

Emma didn't reply and just stared at the floor.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't hurt herself like that," he said, offering her a smile.

Emma felt the corners of her mouth tug up into a smile, and she stared up at him.

He was taller than her, with short brownish-blonde hair. He wore Slytherin robes over his fit body.

"I'm Emma," she said, holding out her own hand, "Emma Clark."

Stephen shook her hand and laughed a bit.

"Thanks," Emma said suddenly, and then blushed slightly.

"For what?" Stephen asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Making me smile," Emma admitted, "I needed it…"

Stephen smiled back at her. "No problem," he said, "You have a beautiful smile."

Emma turned an even deeper shade of red and looked away.

"I'm serious," he said. "You're very pretty."

"Thank you," Emma muttered, staring at the floor again.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask you out, then?" Stephen asked suddenly, and Emma looked up at him in shock.

She found herself thinking about how sweet he was being, and how cute he looked. Then she thought about how cute Fred looked, but how much of a jerk he had been over a game. Anger welled up inside her again, and she smiled at Stephen.

"I'd love to," she said, and he smiled brightly down at her.

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