Sadly, in only a few days, Fred left the mansion in Oxford and returned to his crowded house. It was a remarkable difference from the large house to being crowded into his bedroom back with his brother. George was none too happy when Fred came back, his cheeks a bright pink and a huge smile on his face.

"You fucked the hippie, didn't you?" Fred rolled his eyes, but didn't deny anything. George started gagging, falling to the floor and rolling around in disgust. "Ew! I'll bet she smelled like cabbage!" Fred pursed his lips together, but didn't say anything. He simply unpacked his things, putting them all in their proper places and quickly going downstairs for dinner. His mother was bustling around with his brothers and sisters sitting around the table. Harry and Hermione had joined the rush of people of course. It just wouldn't be Christmas without those two.

"How was your holiday in Oxford, Fred?" Hermione asked as he sat down across from her and Ron. Honestly, he was lucky to have found a seat at all. He wasn't used to the cramp quarters yet; already he was longing for his king sized bed and large personal bathroom. He had no idea how Emerald was going to adjust to this tight living.

"It was fun…I fell off a horse and got chewed out by her grandmother, but I had fun." They all chuckled as he just shook his head at the memory. "I'm pretty sure that her grandmother hates me because I'm not up to her standards…"

"Don't worry, it's not like it'll matter." Ron said. "You're not gonna marry her…" Fred glanced up at his brother with his eyebrow raised. "You're not gonna…are you…?"

"Dude, I'm eighteen, what do you think?" George suddenly came tromping down the stairs with a harsh look on his face as he plopped down across from Fred. He stared at him, his scowl suddenly going from a scowl to a smirk.

"Did you tell them what else you did while you were there?" Fred narrowed his eyes.

"Don't start." He muttered.

"I'm not starting anything." He said innocently. "I just figured that they would like to know about every detail of your trip."

"You're pushing it, fuck off."

"I believe that's the hippie's job."

Everything went silent as all eyes turned to Fred. Molly dropped the knife that she was using to cut vegetables to the floor, luckily missing her foot. Fred kept his eyes narrowed on his brother, the anger coursing through him at an alarming rate.

"I told you to not start."

"I didn't start anything, it's your fault that you fucked the hippie."

"George, don't use such lan-."

"Her name is Emerald!" Fred exclaimed, slamming his hands on the table. He jerked himself to his feet, knocking his chair back against the wall. George jerked up at the initial reaction, but didn't back down. Both brothers were determined now and there was no way to avoid the fight that would soon ensue.

"Boys, please." Molly said calmly. "Let's not fight while there's company over." Fred slammed his fists on the table again.

"I'm so fucking sick of having to put up with your shit!" He exclaimed angrily. "I'm tired of you bossing me around and making fun of everything I do. You can't get on my case about this! Emerald's mine and I won't let you talk about her as if she were dirt!" George raised an eyebrow.

"You're such a pussy."

That sent Fred over the edge.

He launched himself across the table, knocking George to the floor and punching him square in the nose. George tried to fight back, but the rage that fueled Fred made him ten times as strong. There was already blood pooling on the floor when Harry, Ron, and Bill managed to pull Fred off of George. George made no attempt to come after George. He was content to be helped to sit up and nurse his bleeding and probably broken nose. Fred pushed the three other boys away, instantly launching himself outside and into the woods. Charlie and Ginny led George into the other room where they went to clean and hopefully fix his nose. Molly leaned against the counter for a moment before leaning over to collect her dropped knife. Hermione sat there with a blank stare, both women trying to sort through what had just happened.

"I haven't seem them fight like that since they were boys." Molly muttered. "Only back then, there was no blood and foul names, just a few kicks and slaps before they started crying and begging the other to stop." Hermione smiled softly.

"I've never seen Fred so angry before…George must have really pushed him too far." Molly nodded.

"I was always afraid with those two that one day they would grow so different from each other that they would continuously fight with each other…one of the worries that you have with twins I suppose."

"Emerald's a really sweet girl…quirky of course, but that's what makes her so likeable. Hopefully George won't start anything while she's here…he probably won't if he doesn't want to get killed." Molly nodded with a small laugh.

"You've got that right…"

A good mile into the woods, Fred was stalking with his fists clenched as he stormed past tree after tree. Ron and Harry followed closely behind him with Arthur a good distance behind them.

"Come on Fred, stop for like two seconds." Ron pleaded with his brother. Much to Fred's surprise, he complied and slammed a fist against the tree, his breaths coming out in great heaves. Ron and Harry caught up to him, but kept their distance, not wanting to end up like George.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked. Fred pursed his lips together before glancing up at Harry.

"I'm so fucking tired of his bullshit!" He exclaimed, pointing back towards the house.

"We got that when you punched him in the face." Ron muttered. Fred instantly lunged towards him, but was stopped when Arthur came bursting through the circle.

"Come now, there's no need to start another fight." He said calmly, putting a hand on Fred's shoulder. Fred didn't shrug it away. He let it weigh him down and in turn, it helped him to calm down. He sunk down to the ground, letting out a heavy sigh and running a hand over his face before letting his fingers slide through his hair. Now he was starting to regret the fight that he had just started with his brother. Well, it wasn't really a fight. It was more of him beating his brother down until he was a bloody pulp. Oh fuck, his brother was never going to forgive him for this. He sighed again, massaging the bridge of his nose before looking up at the three men staring down at him.

"I really fucked up, didn't I?" He asked. Ron and Harry both instantly nodded, but Arthur kept a straight face.

"Well, I'm not going to condone what George said tonight, but what you did to him was not the best choice. You broke his nose, but fortunately that won't take much to heal." Fred glanced over at his father.

"Did you hear how he talked about Emerald? And that wasn't the first time!"

"I understand, but you two are going to have to apologize to one another tomorrow morning. We're going to have to get this whole thing sorted before Emerald arrives."

"Oh shit." Fred had completely forgotten about Emerald's visit. She couldn't come here with he and his brother were feuding. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "I can't deal with this right now."

"Well you'd better get ready for a fucking explosion." Ron muttered. With instinct, Arthur reached out and smacked Ron upside the head without turning away from Fred.

"Fred, pull yourself together and solve this. You're an adult, please start acting like one." Fred stared up at his father before slowly nodding.

"I understand." He muttered. Arthur nodded, a smile suddenly coming onto his face.

"Good, let's go back to the house then, mom should have dinner ready." The three boys nodded and followed Arthur at a distance so that they could continue on their own conversation.

"Why did you get so pissed at George?" Ron asked, honestly confused. Fred instantly turned bright red, keeping his eyes down.

"You really don't want to know." He muttered under his breath, not wanting to tell his brother anything about his sex life and he was sure that Ron didn't want to hear it.

"Come on, it can't be that bad." Ron muttered. Fred stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his brother with a raised eyebrow.

"We had sex, several times if you want me to be specific." He said with a straight face. "Would you like me to tell you the different positions or should I just let you imagine what we did?" Ron's face instantly went pale, the sickness becoming apparent in his face.

"Uh…no…I'm good…thanks…"