Hello my fellow readers. I won't eat much right now. Enjoy this chapter.

"You're my tragedy" Tragedy by Christina Perri

"Who's your date to the Yule Ball, now?" Amber asked me.

She was trying on her dress, and she made me give my opinion on it. Honestly, she looked beautiful in it. But I just thought the neckline was maybe a little too low.

"I'm not going," I replied, grabbing a magazine from her under her bed.

Amber stopped admiring herself in the mirror and stared at me. "And why not?"

I shrugged. "I don't have a date. Remember? Jerome hates Ryan now."

"And? You could go with... friends."

"Friends?" I snorted. "Name one of my friends, Amber."

She looked back to her reflection. "What about... what about Theresa? What happened to her? Isn't she in... Ravenclaw? I remember you guys used to be really close."

"I don't know." I flipped a page in the magazine. "She stopped talking to me one day... And I don't even know why. But I'm fine without her. Why are we even talking about her?"

Amber frowned at me through the mirror. "Okay, so you don't have friends, or a date. That doesn't mean you can't go."

"Maybe I just don't want to go."

"Well, you're going, whether you like it or not. I don't care what you do, what you say, I will drag you there if I have to."

I didn't argue with her. "So, who's your date to the Ball?"

Amber smiled all dopey-like and sat down at the edge of her bed. She stared off into space before answering. "Seamus Finnegan." She sighed happily.

"I take it he's better than the attractive Fred Weasley?" Even though I was only teasing her, I wanted to hear her answer.

Damn you, curiosity.

"I guess Seamus is better than him in personality, because I don't really know Fred a lot, and he's a bit better in looks, too, but Fred's still attractive."

Damn you, Amber, you're only fourteen years old, you can't think he's attractive.

Especially because you're in love with him, right?

You don't when to shut up, do you?

Amber snapped her fingers in her face. "Emma? Emma Waters? Are you in there?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. What did you say?"

"I asked if you thought Fred was attractive."

Fucking hell yes.

He was more than attractive. He was the God of all men.

I sat up, grabbing Amber's forearm. "Amber Marie Waters, if I tell you something, will you promise never to tell anyone?"

Why not tell her? Amber obviously fancied Seamus, and she only thinks Fred is attractive. It's not like she's going to hate me for the rest of her life... right?

"Are you pregnant?" Amber asked, wide eyed.

"Dumb arse!" I shouted, laughing. "Amber, I haven't even had my first kiss!"

"Well, you never know! You're sixteen years old, ever heard of Sixteen and Pregnant?"

"I've heard of it, but I'm not going to be a part of it!"

I calmed down a bit. "Promise you won't tell?"

Amber smiled. "Emma, you're my sister. Who am I going to tell?"

I inhaled and exhaled. "I think... I think I fancy someone."

"Who? Who is it? Tell me now." This is reminding me of last night when she told me she thought Fred was attractive.

"I think I fancy... Fred Weasley."

Absolute silence. I didn't know if it was good or bad, if Amber wanted to kill me, if she wanted to giggle and discuss this, I don't think I even remembered how to blink. All I knew was that it was silent.

"What?" Amber asked in a barely audible whisper.

"I think I fancy Fred Weasley," I repeated quietly.

Saying it out loud just makes it even scarier, it makes me realize that I actually do fancy him. I don't "think" I fancy him, I know I fancy him.

That is terrifying.

"You've got to be kidding me," Amber scoffed. "You're kidding me, right Emma?" She stood, her back facing me.

Was she happy? Was she mad?

Oh gosh, why is my sister so hard to read?

"And I thought... The only reason..." Amber kept muttering things under her breath.

Mad?

Dumbstruck?

Tell me, Amber.

Amber suddenly turned around, her eyes blazing. "What the fuck, Emma? Really? You had to fancy Fred?"

"Well, don't get mad at me, you just said he's attractive and you're not in love with him!" I shouted, standing up.

"You thought I was going to tell you I was starting to fancy someone?!"

"So you do fancy him? You could've told me that, Amber! I would've backed off!"

"I didn't think Fred would be the guy you'd give a second glance! The only reason I went for Fred was because I knew you wouldn't like him? He's social, he talks to people, he has lots of friends while you are just some girl who's scared of the world because her friends were never there for her!"

Ouch.

In fights, Amber always says something to hurt me, but then I say something that will destroy her.

"I knew you wouldn't like him because he's older, Amber! He's sixteen, and you're only fourteen! You think he's going to like a little, innocent girl like you?"

"I could say the same thing to you, Emma! And who said I was innocent?"

I ignored the last part. "I thought you had Seamus! You were getting all happy when you thought of him!"

"Yeah, but that's because..." Amber crossed her arms. "He made me feel good."

"Made you feel...?"

What did that mean?

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

Merlin.

"Amber, did you lose your virginity to Seamus Finnegan?!"

"So what if I did?"

"You're fucking fourteen years old, you naïve girl!"

"Lots of people lose their virginity at fourteen."

"Lots of people like who?"

"Malfoy."

"Malfoy is a straight out git who gets whatever he wants! And if you fancy Fred, why the shitty hell did you have sex with someone else? Amber, I don't want people to think you're some slag!"

"I don't know why! He- he- was saying I was like no other... And he was hugging me.. And then we kissed... And it just led to that.. And he told me.."

"He told you he loved you, didn't he?"

"He did." Tears slowly streamed down her face. "And I believed him. And now I might fancy someone else. I'm a slag, aren't I?"

"No, Amber," I said softly. I tried to place a hand on her, but she was still mad.

"No!" She backed up. "This is all your fault, Emma! You're such a bitch!"

"How is this my fault? You're the one who was taken advantage of and now fancies someone else, something a slag would do!"

"All the boys I fancy, you always get in the way! You know what I overheard Seamus and his friends talking about? They talking about how they'd like to.. to... I ignored them."

"Why have you been keeping this from me, Amber?"

"Because! I don't need another problem from you! You're the reason Seamus used me! He probably wanted to get to you through me!"

"Amber- "

"I HATE YOU!"

Ouch. She hates you.

I wasn't staying in that room any more. I opened the door to her room, and, slamming closed, ran.

I didn't know where.

I didn't know why.

I just ran.

She actually meant it when she said she hated me. I've never seen so much hatred in someone's eyes. This is so much more painful than seeing Fred with Veronica.

Amber, the girl I'd always laughed with, the girl I always protected, my little sister... She hated me. Why? It all started with me telling her about Fred.

Fred.

Speaking of the devil.

And suddenly, I was crashing into someone, I was falling backward, and I didn't care.

But it did hurt.

"You alright, Emma Rose?"

Fred Fucking Weasley was looking down at me, smiling, holding a hand out to help me up. The smile was wiped off his face once he got a better look at me. He didn't even ask if I was okay with him putting his hands on me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

I ripped my arm out of his grip. Despite my feelings for him, hatred began to burn in my stomach. It's like all those thoughts about him disappeared. He was the reason Amber hated me.

"No," I whispered. "No. No!"

Fred backed up a little. "Emma? What's wrong." He reached a hand, as if he were going to wipe the tears away.

Fred-crazed Emma would've let him do that.

But I was hatred-filled Emma.

"Don't touch me!" I screeched when his fingers brushed against my skin.

He looked alarmed. "Emma, just tell me what's wrong- "

"I... it's all your fault," I whispered. "I hate you."

Now he looked hurt. "What are you saying?"

"No," I repeated in a whisper. I looked him in the eye. "She hates me."

And then everything went black.

Emma passes out yet again.

Woah. I cried when Amber told her she hated Emma. Am I the only one? And was anyone shocked about Amber and her virginity? I picked Seamus because, well, my gut told me to go with him.

Anyway.

Tomorrow is December and I haven't even done my November homework. And I have Muggle school tomorrow, so you must imagine how my night's going to go.

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-Bookworm