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"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Fred sighed as he watched George aggressively pace back and forth. He leaned against his bedpost as George went back and forth, as if on some magnetic path. Needless to say, the news about him going out with Emerald had not gone over well.

"Seriously, the bitch covered us with honey."

"Hey!" Fred exclaimed. "To be fair, we broke her nose and her wrist and she hasn't complained to us once."

"Yeah, to us! She's probably talked lots of shit about us to her hippie friends."

"If you think about, we kinda deserved it."

"Lucky for me, I don't think too often." George proclaimed happily. Fred shook his head.

"It's just a date, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that she just dumped like a bucket of honey on us today. Don't you care?"

"It was really simple and childish…but she did manage to pull a prank on us and that's saying something." George stared at the back of his brother's head as he moved to his bed and pulled back the covers.

"I have a feeling that she wouldn't have been able to do it without help…" He suddenly slammed his fist against a random bed post. "You helped her, didn't you?"

"I felt bad for her…" Fred muttered.

"What is there to feel bad about?"

"We fucking broke her wrist and nose! We humiliated her in front of a ton of people and…"

"We've done that to dozens of other people, why should we care about her?" He asked angrily. "You've liked her from day one, haven't you?" Fred didn't know how to answer. He simply stared at his brother with a raised eyebrow. George shuddered, sinking down onto his bed. "Ew, she's a hippie!"

"That's got nothing to do with anything!" Fred yelled back.

"But she's a hippie!"

"It's not like she has a disease!" George let out a heavy sigh and stared at his brother with narrowed eyes and his arms crossed.

"Still…she's a hippie."

"It's just gonna be one date." George quickly shook his head.

"No, just you watch! First it starts with this date and then you go on another date and then you go on another date and then…you get married." Fred furrowed his brow.

"That's what you're worried about?"

"When you marry her, you leave me!"

"That's what you're afraid of?" Fred asked.

"If you ditch me, then how the hell are we gonna keep pulling pranks…how are we gonna start our joke shop?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Are you jealous of Emerald?" He asked. George pursed his lips together, looking away.

"I'm not jealous…"

"You are jealous of Emerald!"

"Stop acting like a fucking pussy and leave me the fuck alone!" He exclaimed angrily. Fred sunk into his bed.

"I'm not a pussy." He muttered.

"So says the man that's fallen for a hippie! Next thing you know you'll be a vegetarian…with dreadlocks…" Fred slowly shook his head.

"You're pathetic." George popped out of his bed, leaning heavily on Fred's bedpost.

"Fine, go on your date and have a fucking good time, but when you can't remember what meat tastes like and your skin turns green from all the vegetables, don't come crying to me." Fred glared up at his brother before smirking slightly.

"Dude, we're totally acting like chicks…" He remarked. George's stone face instantly faded to a small chuckle.

"Yeah, totally weak." He pushed away and walked back to his bed. "Go on your date, I don't care." He muttered as he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. Fred scoffed as his brother faked sleep.

"You're such a bad liar."

"I said that I don't care and I don't! Go out with Emerald and fucking have fun!" Fred rolled his eyes as he himself pulled up his blankets and sunk down into his bed. While he felt bad about pissing off his brother, he was ecstatic that he would get to go on a date with Emerald. Then it suddenly hit him: he had no idea what he was going to do with her. He couldn't take her to Hogsmede, they had been a few times already this year so that wouldn't be too much fun. The Shrieking Shack was obviously out of the question…it was used for one thing and Fred wasn't looking to do that…yet. He could always take her somewhere on his broomstick, but that thing was a piece of junk and not worth the time to fly around on. He flopped his head down on the pillow and let out a heavy sigh. Fred could tell that this was not going to be an easy problem…

Later that week, when Friday night had arrived and Fred was nervously waiting for Emerald to come downstairs, he still hadn't come up with a good idea. Nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed to fit the impression that he wanted to make on Emerald. When she finally came downstairs, his heart was beating so hard that he was sure that it would just give up. Emerald's appearance didn't help much either.

Emerald came downstairs wearing something that he hadn't expected. She was wearing a moss green spaghetti strap empire waist dress that went just above her knees. Fred didn't know what to call the embellishments all over the dress, that was a word that a girl would more than likely know. Her hair had been slightly curled with small, tight braids intertwined in the curls. He was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing her classes, but had cleaned her face with the slightest touch of makeup to accentuate her eyes, now sporting a pair of shiny contacts. She carried a small woven bag and her feet were wrapped in shell embellished sandals. To put it simply, she looked stunning…and that wasn't helping Fred's awkward situation.

She trotted over to him happily with a wide smile on her face, her bag hanging at her side.

"Hey." She said, her smile widening if that were even possible. Fred's palms instantly started sweating and the words caught in his suddenly dry throat.

"…Hello." She giggled innocently.

"Are you feeling alright?" Fred quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine…you look wonderful…that's a really pretty color on you." Emerald smiled at him and quietly thanked him, but she couldn't' help but stare at him with a raised eyebrow, obviously not convinced.

"You're sweating at an unhealthy rate and I'm a little worried." She commented. "Do you want to reschedule?" Fred instantly shook his head.

"No!" He exclaimed. Emerald nodded as she noticed that Fred slowly started to calm down.

"Okay…so what are we doing tonight?" She asked, her excitement suddenly back. "I hope it's something fancy, because I'm wearing a dress…"

"Um…what do you want to do tonight?" Emerald's smile instantly dropped.

"You didn't plan this at all, did you?" She asked. Fred nervously shook his head.

"Nope…not even a little." He admitted sadly. To his surprise, Emerald laughed.

"Okay, first off, calm down. You're way too nervous and it looks like you're about to have a seizure." Fred smirked.

"I wouldn't do that to you." Emerald nodded.

"Good, I was not in the mood to make another trip to the hospital wing." Fred chuckled. "So you have no idea what to do tonight?" She asked. Fred shook his head.

"I was too nervous to plan anything because I was afraid that you would hate it." Emerald rolled her eyes.

"For the love of God…" Emerald muttered. "Okay, hold on, I need to get a sweater, it's going to be very cold." She instantly rushed up the stairs while tossing her bag onto the couch.

"Where are we going?" He asked after her. She mumbled something over her shoulder before disappearing back into the dorm room. Fred would only have to wait a moment before she reappeared with a large red sweater in her hands. She pulled it over her head and picked up her bag.

"Ready?"

"I would be if I knew where we were going."

"Oh sorry, I said that we're going to Bellingham." Fred's eyes widened as she walked past him to step out of the portrait hole and into the open hallway. Fred followed after her closely, but with guarded concern.

"Bellingham?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Where the hell is Bellingham…I've never heard of that…is that like a bar or something?" Emerald shook her head with a little giggle.

"It's a town in Washington and it has the best hookah bar that I've ever been to." Fred suddenly stopped.

"You smoke hookah?" He asked. Emerald glanced at him over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I love hookah." She said. There was a seductive underlying tone in her voice and it sent chills up Fred's spine. There was a sparkle in her eyes that he had never seen before and it excited him. Emerald was suddenly smooth and seductive with the sway of her hips and the way she tossed back her hair. All of a sudden she had become very desirable, but Fred didn't have the slightest idea as to how to keep her for himself.

Emerald stared at him as he stood dumbfounded in the hallway. She suddenly held out her hand to him.

"Are you coming?" Emerald asked. Fred suddenly snapped out of his trance and quickly ran up to her. Hesitantly, he took her hand and she surprised him by intertwining their fingers. They walked hand in hand down the hallway and wound around the castle until they reached the front entrance. Emerald suddenly stopped him and grabbed his other hand with a heavy sigh. "You're going to have to have confidence, I've never done this with another person before." Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Done what?"

"You know…the disappearing thing…oh fuck, what's it called…never mind, I've never done it with another person so hold on tightly." Before Fred could object, Emerald closed her eyes and their feet lifted off the ground. Fred didn't feel like he was losing any body parts; so far, so good!

Wind swirled around them until they were finally let down in a dark alleyway. Emerald slowly opened her eyes, licking her lips eagerly.

"Did we make it?" She asked, glancing around.

"I think so." He muttered. Fred couldn't help but notice that they were still holding hands. His heart sunk, though, when she let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around herself to keep herself warm. Fred suddenly shivered. She was right, it was cold. He shivered even harder as they walked out of the alleyway and onto the almost abandoned streets. There were a few lone teenagers walking around with their hands shoved in their pockets and their voices low. Fred looked around, the expression on his face reminding Emerald that of a lost puppy.

"So, what do you think?" She asked, reveling in the warmth of her sweater. Fred shivered, keeping his hands in his pockets and slouching slightly to try and keep himself warm.

"It's so cold…" He muttered. Emerald laughed.

"I told you that it would be."

"Fuck, it's colder than back home." Emerald laughed again.

"Maybe somebody should have brought a sweater."

"Maybe somebody should have given me time to grab a sweater."

"Well maybe somebody should have planned this date a little better." Fred narrowed his eyes.

"Touché…"

They strolled down the sidewalk, Fred following Emerald carefully as she led him down street after street. She walked easily, the expression on her face showing him that she knew exactly where she was going. Fred followed her closely with his eyes darting to the people around the street. They were all young, sporting dreadlocks and wrapped in handmade scarves.

"What's up with everybody?" He asked. Emerald laughed.

"They're all university students, this is a college town, hence the hookah bar…oh, and there's a piano bar!"

"Piano bar…?"

"It's like a pub with people dueling on pianos…it's really funny when they're drunk and attempt to play a sonata…" Fred smiled as she giggled to herself.

"Do you miss living in the states?" He asked. Emerald mulled over his question.

"Sometimes I miss it…but most of the time I don't. There's no place like London." She glanced up at him. "One of these days, I'll take you to Seattle and then you can meet a real hippie."

"But I thought that you were a hippie." Emerald scoffed.

"Hardly, there are hippies that are far worse than I…more dreadlocks, believe in eating all natural stuff."

"Aren't you a vegetarian?" He asked. Come to think of it, he had never seen Emerald's exact diet. Most of the time, she was at the other end of the table and he wasn't always paying attention. Emerald's entire body shuddered.

"I hate vegetables…the very thought of eating nothing but vegetables makes me sick…I like bacon too much to be a vegetarian." Fred laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind."