The day before the party, Fred had decided to drag Emilie outside and teach her or well re-teach her how to fly. The sky was grey and she had a feeling it was going to storm so it took a lot of convincing to get her out. Even Hermione pestered her to go outside, with her new role in the matchmaking business.

"Alright, Em you can use Ginny's broomstick. I'll be on mine of course making sure you don't fall off." He winked, handing Emilie the broom. She stuck out her tongue at him and mounted the broom, her feet firmly on the ground. She was excited yet completely terrified; she had watched Neville break his arm on his first flying lesson when she was eleven.

"First, you should just try a few feet in the air. So try to hover a bit, just imagine yourself in the air." He said calmly, flying up above her. Emilie thought of all the Quidditch games she had watched on her TV and with that she was four feet in the air. She gasped, shocked and wobbled. Fred quickly by her side to keep her steady.

"Great! Now we can try flying. Just lean forward slightly." He instructed showing her as he leaned his body forward and his broom flying forward slowly. She copied him, her hands shaking but nevertheless flying forward. "Turning is easy, just lean to either side you want to go. The speed depends on your body; the lower it is on your broom the faster you go." He said, suddenly taking off up the field.

"Easy for you to say." She muttered. She leaned forward then left and swerved slowly. Okay Em, this is good like riding a bike. She thought to herself. Within minutes her confidence had built and was now turning and flying at an average speed.

"Oi, slow coach. Let's try out your chaser position." Fred shouted from the opposite end of the field. Emilie saw him launch a red ball into the air, before it started to fall she felt herself already speeding towards it. The cold wind blasting her cheeks making them red.

She grabbed it before it hit the ground and smiled to herself. She had just caught her first quaffle, maybe she could try scoring. Looking around her with the ball under her arm she spotted a tree with its branches almost in a semicircle shape. Racing towards it, the ball under her left arm and her right firmly on the broomstick she threw the quaffle from about six feet and scored.

"Nice one Jones." A voice said racing past her. Fred had gone to retrieve the ball and the clouds suddenly burst open and the rain pelted the ground.

"Shouldn't we head back inside?" She shouted, a red head popping up from behind a tree holding a very muddy quaffle.

"And then how would you learn to play in weather conditions?" He smirked throwing the ball to her and it smacking her in the chest; covering her in dark brown mud. He laughed and sped off down the field.

"That's it Weasley!" She shouted racing after him. She threw the quaffle to the back of him, drenching his red hair and back in dirt. He stopped and picked the quaffle from the ground, covered freshly in grass and mud. He wiggled his eyebrows and chased her around the field, hitting her in the side with it making her fall off her broomstick and into the tall grass.

"Emilie!" He shouted, landing beside her broomstick which thankfully wasn't broken or Ginny would have murdered him. Emilie sitting up, drenched in mud water and grass in her hair. Her face had mud stains. She winched as she tried to lift her leg up.

"I think I twisted my ankle" She moaned, Fred kneeling down beside her to examine her ankle. But as soon as he came within reach she lifted a handful of thick mud and smacked it on his head.

"Whoops." She said innocently, but before she could say anything else she was tackled back into the dirt. Fred lying over her, his hair no longer ginger but a brown mess.

She didn't move as their eyes met. He moved his hand and wiped her face free of mud. Her heart stopped as he leant in and kissed her, sending a flash through her body. She freed her arm and wrapped it around his neck and kissed him back. The rain hitting her face but she didn't care she was kissing her childhood crush for heaven's sake. Just as the kiss started to get slightly more passionate they heard someone shout.

"Fred! Emilie! Get yourselves in here, you'll catch a cold!" Mrs Weasley's voice shouted into the field, interrupting them. Fred groaned, detaching himself from her and his head peeking up from the tall grass. "I see you Fredrick, get Emilie in now" Mrs Weasley shouted again.

Emilie giggled, wiping Fred's cheek clear of mud. He smiled at her, both of them had quite a red face but they didn't care. He leant in again, kissing her once more.

"Continue another time, Jones?" He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her back. He helped her up and handed her Ginny's broomstick before finding his own in the grass. Both walked back to the house, smiling to themselves.

"What have you been up to?" Ginny asked, smiling innocently. She met Emilie in the landing, stopping her before she entered the bathroom with clean clothes.

"Um, Fred re-teaching me how to fly." She answered, trying to stop her cheeks from going red but Ginny noticed and smiled.

"You, are telling me everything when you get out of the shower." She said, winking and going back into their room. Emilie let out a sigh and got into the shower.

After scrubbing the dirt out of her hair and putting on her pyjamas, there was no point getting dressed again she wasn't going anywhere, she walked down stairs and dumped the dirty clothes into the wash. Fred sitting in the living room, clean and in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, must have beat me to the shower Emilie thought as she peered over at him before disappearing up the stairs.

On the way up, she spotted Harry in his room looking through a photo album. She knocked on the doorway and smiled.

"Hey Harry, what you doing?" She asked,

"Oh McGonagall found more pictures of my mum and dad, so I put them in here." He said, lifting th photo album up and smiling.

"Can I see? I know you are the double of your dad but I still don't know what your mum looks like." She lied, in her mind she was quoting Lily Potter as she said goodbye to Harry on that Halloween night; the scene playing in her head. Harry nodded and moved over on his bed allowing her to sit down. Emilie looked at the photos first placed in there by Hagrid.

"Blimey you are you're dads twin! Your mum is beautiful Harry, I see why your dad fancied her." She said, smiling at Lily and James Potter holding an infant Harry. He flicked the pages and stopped at the new photos. They looked like it was at Hogwarts, Emilie recognised Remus, Sirius and even a chubby Peter who stood smiling at the camera.

She looked at all of the other faces, it must have been a Gryffindor class photo as they were all wearing the red and yellow uniforms. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped, noticing one strange face beaming up at her.

"What is it Emilie? Who is it?" Harry said, looking at Emilie's frozen shocked face and then back at the class photo. She moved her shaking hand and pointed at a young woman, hair exactly the same as hers.

"That…That's my mother…" She whispered.

OKAY I GOT FAR TOO EXCITED AND HAD TO POST THIS FOR YOU GUYS. After posting the last chapter I had this AMAZING idea, well I hope you guys think it's amazing, I kind of the figured out all the facts I needed and actually have thought of the ending to this!

I also just had to have Fremilie's first kiss in this chapter… forget about what I said about progress they've had a crush on each other for quite a while okay? What did you think of it and can you think of which 90s chick flick it was based off? I'll give you a hint … '10..' ;)

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