'Emily, what happened with Barry? You said you would write. - Fred '

It was three days later when I wrote to her; thankfully I didn't have to wait long for a reply as the owl flew through the window during our lunch break.

'I haven't spoken with him yet. I went to his home the next day but his mother said he had to go away for some business thing. As soon as he returns I'll speak to him then, I promise. I want to get it over with but I'd rather do this thing face to face than by letter.

Emily x'

Four more days past before I received anything else. I was laid out on the sofa reading the newspaper when this bloody owl flew in through the window dropping a note in my lap before disappearing straight out of it again. I tore it open and quickly skimmed over the words. 'Come here, now.'

There's no name but then again who else could it be? I suddenly worried and I'm immediately on my feet and dis-apparating to the spot near her home, walking as fast as I can without the help of my walking stick. I knock too hard on the door, my anxiety taking over. This is taken too long. I go to knock again but as soon as I do the door opens and she's stood there, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looks at me. "Fred…what are you doing here?" She's not in her usual attire, opting for a long sleeve white top with denim shorts instead of her usual floaty skirts. I move to her, pulling her into a hug and clamping her against my chest. "Uh…Fred?"

"You spoke to him then?" I mummer against her hair.

She pulls away from and closes the door behind us, turning sharply back to me. "How…how did…I was just about to write to you."

"I got your note…wait, what?"

"What note?"

"You didn't write?"

"Fred, what note?"

I pull it out of my jeans and hand it to her, her eyes skim quickly over it but she looks more confused than ever. "Fred, this isn't my hand writing."

"What?"

"Look at it. It's not mine!"

I read it again and notice that she's right. Even though it similar it's slightly off centre, the loops are too big. "Well who the bloody hell is sending me notes disguised as you then?"

"It's not even signed! This could be anyone! Are you sure no one else would be writing to you?"

I shrug as I stare down at the note. Then there's another knock at the door, harder and louder than mine was.

"Oh for goodness sake" Emily's groans as she goes to answer it.

The next thing I hear is yelling. "I bloody knew it was because of him!" I look up and Barry is storming towards me, looking fit to burst. "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

I take a step back away from him. He's red in the face and I'm sure for a second I saw him frothing at the mouth.

"You have no right to come into my home shouting at me like this!" Emily yells at him but he doesn't even bother to turn to her, he's still burning holes into me.

"She's lied to me this morning." He says directly to me, his voice low and cold. "She said it wasn't about you, I asked her directly if it was and she looked me in the face and said it wasn't! I knew it, ever since the hospital I knew she was fucking about with you behind my back."

"No, she wasn't." I tell him, trying to remain calm, trying not to raise my voice at the stupid little prick.

"Barry it wasn't about him. It was about us. And I would never do that to you. You know I wouldn't."

"Oh shut up you stupid whore!" He spits at her.

I clench my jaw and feel my hand curl into a fist..."Don't you dare talk to her like that."

"You can fuck off as well."

"You have ten seconds to get out of her house or I'm going to beat the ever loving shit out of you."

"I'd like to see you try." He hisses back. "Can't believe she was fucking a cripple like you, can you ever get it up?"

Emily is suddenly in front of me; obviously realising I'm seconds away from knocking his lights out. Her hands on my chest are the only thing stopping me right now. "Fred please, don't get angry. I don't want you to get hurt." She whispers, she looks terrified as she tilts her head up to me.

"I'm not surprised that a pathetic cunt like you would go back to him."

I don't hear the rest; all I feel is white rage. As soon as the next sentence slipped from his mouth I'm pushing Emily aside and my fist is coming into contact with his face.

"Fred! No!" Emily cries, pulling me back as I lunge for him again. "Fred, please! Don't!"

Barry's now leaning over, groaning as he wipes the blood away from his mouth. I'm ready to lunge again, tackle him down and beat the crap out of him, but I hear Emily's voice in my ear. "Fred, don't." She begs, I can hear the tears in her voice as she grips the back of my shirt, tugging me away from her ex fiancé.

I follow her movements, stepping back and unclenching my fist as the adrenaline leaves my body and the pain reaches my knuckles. "You should go." I spit at him, breathing heavily as I attempt to calm my rage.

He stands straight now, licking the blood from his lip as he sneers at me. "If you want a fight Weasley, I'll give you one…"

"No one is fighting!" Emily cries. "Barry, just go home!"

It was too late, he was already swinging at me and I could feel the full force of his fist coming into contact with my nose. "No! No no!" Emily yells. "Stop it, stop being so childish!" But it's not working, I'm too wound up, all I want to do is beat the shit out of him. He runs at me and I step aside but I can't avoid the collision completely and we both land on the floor, fists been thrown at each other. Emily's yelling, begging us both to stop but neither of us listens. I soon gained the upper hand by rolling on top of him, punching his face hard and hearing a loud crack which I'm sure was from me and not him.

The next thing I know I hear Emily yell and me and Barry are being forced apart, both of us slamming against either wall in the hallway, causing the pictures on the walls to rattle out of place. "THAT IS ENOUGH!" She finally screamed, looking at both of us as if we're a pair of five year olds and not bloody adults.

Emily immediately rushed over to me, holding my face in her hands as she studied the damage. "Are you ok?" her voice is barely a whisper.

"No," I honestly say. My hand hurts and I felt like I just took a bludger bat to the face not his hand. "But I think you should go fix up Barry first." I tell her. Emily furrows her brows, confused as she stares at me. "So he can leave." I add.

"You really want me to fix him up?"

"No." I mutter. "But we can't let him go back to his boy band all ugly now, can we?"

She doesn't smile, just turns and looks over at him. But he's shakes his head. "I don't need your help." He spits at her.

"I told you. Don't talk to her like that." I tell him, keeping my voice low, my breathing starting to steady out. "You shouldn't of come here and you shouldn't of wrote to me either."

"You came running when you thought it was her!"

"Because I thought something was wrong! Because I care about her and she's my….friend. I think you're more annoyed about your ego being hurt than your bloody feelings!"

He looks at me, shooting an angry glare, but he doesn't say anything back.

Emily swallows hard, like she's trying to hold back her anger. When she does speak her voice is quiet and still, like she's telling off a child. "If you don't want my help then leave. Now."

With one final glance between the both of us he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Emily doesn't say anything as she quickly stands and runs into the kitchen. I'm about to get up too but she's already back and kneeling beside me. "Ice." She says quietly, as she shows me the bulging tea towel... "What hurts?"

"My nose." I mumble. "My hand."

She gently presses the ice to my face and I groan at the contact. "It's broken." She tells me. "Because you got punched in the face. Because you had a fight. Because you're really freaking stupid!"

"Freaking?" I mumble and she presses the ice harder against my face while I involuntarily groan again.

"Do you want me to fix it?"

"Please." I say quietly. She taps my nose with her wand and I feel it click back into place. I grunt this time and reach up to grab it, but her hand is stopping mine and she's pressing the ice gently against my face again.

"That was really stupid."

"You heard what he called you."

"Yeah, I did." She sighs as she holds the ice harder against the bridge of my nose. "Did you hurt your leg? Or your hip?"

"No. My face took most of the damage." I lick my bottom lip and I can taste blood. "Did I cut my lip as well?"

"That's from your nose." She informs me, and then I feel her sleeve moving across my lips, removing the traces of blood.

"You'll ruin your top."

"I'll get it out." She shrugs as she moved the ice away from my face and now places it on my swollen knuckles. I look down and see the blood on her hands, drops and specks on her white top already turning a murky brown.

"Does anything else hurt?"

"Just my hand, think the knuckle might be broken."

"I doubt it, you're not that strong."

"Come on, beater for six years. I'm pretty strong."

She ran her fingers over my hand, pressing down on the knuckle in question. When I wince she smiles and shakes her head, "It's not broken, you just hurt it."

"You sure?"

"About ninety percent, yes."

"You going to kiss it better?" I ask with a small smirk.

She brings my hand up and places a gentle kiss on each of my knuckles before placing the ice back. "Better?" She asks. I suddenly smile, the memory of the first time she kissed me flooding back into my mind. "Seems like I'm always taking beatings for your family."

"If you hadn't of hit Barry this probably would have never happened. What is it with men and violence? Was does everything always lead to punching?"

"No it doesn't!"

"I remember when George and you were kicked out of quidditch for fighting." Oh right, Seventh year. "And that stuff that happened on the train." Sixth.

"Yeah well," I sigh, flinching when she presses the ice against my hand. "Sorry."

"I'm sorry. When I left him this morning he seemed annoyed but…I never thought this would happen."

I tucked her hair behind her ear, softly cupping her cheek. "Are you happy?"

"That's I broke up with him? Yes." She gives a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I just can't believe you were beat up because of it."

I shrugged, I probably should have cared more about that fact, but in all honesty I didn't.

"I should probably go too."

"Really?" she seems too disappointed by that; I can't help but smile again.

"Remember, you're meant to be taking time off from me?"

"Oh, of course. Yeah you're right." She leans into me and presses a soft kiss against my lips. "One for the road." She says quietly. My hand slides to the back of her head, cupping it as I pull her in again, "That was pathetic." I whisper against her lips before I press mine against hers and I hear a soft moan in her throat. "Now I can leave. Just make sure write to me soon."

"Don't worry. I'm sure I can't stay away from you for long."


A/N: Only one or two chapters left...three at the most. Maybe.