Chapter Three:

"This is nice, yeah?" Fred asked her.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are having the time of your life right now," Emily said laughing when he snuggled in closer to her breasts.

"Ok, fine," he pulled away slightly and noticed the tattoos that she had. He saw the loping script across her left collarbone and the tip of what he thought was a triangle nestled at the base of her breasts.

He ran is finger across the one on her collarbone, leaning in to read it. "Be kind and have courage" it stated.

"That is for my parents. Mama would always tell me to be kind to everyone I meet and Pops told me to have the courage to go after what I want."

"I think it's a great way for you to remember them by."

"Do you want to see my others?" Emily asked, happy the fear she had seen in his eyes after the nightmare was gone.

He nodded his head, "yes please."

"Well there's this one, and a few others." She lifted the hem of her shirt up to where it was only covering her nipples and up. She then pointed underneath her right breast. "This one I got when I left Ilvermorny, 'She's mad but she's magic there is no lie in her fire' it's from one of my favorite Muggle poets, I thought it was appropriate." She winked at him then. "And this one is the Deathly Hallows symbol" she traced the triangle that Fred had noticed earlier. "This one too," she shifted so she could show him her left rib cage. The horse was amazing it was rearing up, it's mane all wild, head thrown back.

"They are all great," he smiled at her.

A grin lit up her face. "But wait, there's more!" She exclaimed excitedly. She dropped her tank top and Fred watched it slide down her flat stomach and cover her curves.

She lifted up her hair to show him the feather that was behind her left ear. She shifted in bed so her back was to him and lifted her shirt once again, this time all the way up to her neck. Fred saw the neat, blocked letters that ran down her spine. "This is my newest one, I got it with my sister right before I left to come to London, someone had written in graffiti in Atlanta and we fell in love with the saying." She turned her head to smile at him "She is beautiful and terrifying at the same time like nature itself," she repeated.

He ran his fingers down it as she recited each word, causing her to shiver.

Her shirt fell again and she turned around to be facing him again.

"Well that's it," she told him, "well unless you want to count all the piercings in my right ear, but I think you already saw those at dinner."

"You're so beautiful" Fred told her simply, as if it's something she should have just known. He put his hand and her cheek and skimmed his thumb down her nose and across her lips.

"Fred," she whispered nervously, "I'm not good with this kind of stuff, you'd be better off with another girl, who knows how to do the boy-girl thing."

"But, love" he leaned in closer, "I want you." He lifted her head to meet his eyes.

"I can't do this though; I don't know how to." She sucked in a breath, he was only inches from her face.

"All that matters is that you want to. Do you want to?"

"Of course, I do. But…" She was cut off by Fred's lips meeting hers. She was stunned, never in her life had a boy kissed her before, what was she supposed to do now?

Then Fred was pulling away and she thought her inexperience messed everything up, but she saw his smile. He just got to kiss the girl he had been dreaming about since he'd met her and he was staring into those pale green eyes that he adored.

She reached up to push his hair away from his eyes, where it had fallen, and looked into his deep blue depths, she loved his eyes, they reminded her of the ocean.

Then, she was leaning in again, crushing her lips to his, tangling her fingers in his hair. This was the most amazing feeling, she suddenly understood why George and Alicia did it all through-out dinner.

A small moan escaped from her lips and Fred pushed his tongue against hers. She tasted amazing and Fred was infinitely happy that this was her first kiss. She matched his tongue stroke for stroke.

They finally pulled away, breathing heavily.

Emily fell back against the pillows. "Is this what kissing is always like? I should have started doing this years ago."

Fred laughed as he laid back against his pillows, "It's what kissing me is like, those other blokes won't be able to do it for you." He smiled at her.

"Darling, I wouldn't doubt it," she gave him a wink, "but it's time for bed now, it's past 2!" She lifted her wand and extinguished the lights.

"Goodnight, love" he kissed the top of head.

"Sweet dreams" she told him, flipping over to lay on her left side.

He put his arm across her waist and pulled her into him. "Much better," he mumbled before falling asleep.

She laid awake, eyes open, and huge smile on her face, thinking about the events that had just taken place. She wouldn't be her without over-analyzing everything. Not only had she gotten her first kiss, and second, she had shown someone her tattoos. She had never done that, the only person to see them was her sister, Ruby, and that was because Ruby was always there when she got them done. Today was a definitely a good day, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and exhaustion overcame her.

The rest of the weekend was a blur for Emily. Fred had left early Saturday morning, after she made him a large American breakfast. Emily quickly packed a bag and flooed back to the family farm, she needed to talk to Ruby about this and a simple phone call would not work. Emily put her bag in her room and went out to the barn to find her sister.

She inhaled deeply, the smell of hay filling her. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you back so soon," Ruby hollered from a stall where she was brushing down her large mare.

"Yeah well maybe I just missed you,"

"Well I need to exercise Magnolia here, so I was thinking a run to back paddock. I'm sure Tahoe back there misses his mama."

Emily went to Tahoe's stall and immediately felt at peace. "Hey buddy, what do you say to a run?" Tahoe threw his head back and whinnied loudly. "I'm going to take that as a yes," she giggled as he rubbed his head up and down the front of her. "I missed ya too, bud."

Once the horses were tacked, they raced out of the barn, giving the horses their head and just enjoying the ride. They reached the back paddock and let the horses roam around for a while. Emily transfigured a blanket for them and they laid back and looked up at the clouds.

"So you want to tell me what this visit is really about?" Ruby asked, looking at her sister with questioning eyes, "You haven't been around much lately, especially not since Pop."

Emily let out a long sigh, "I miss him so much and I just don't know how to function anymore. I know I'm only 23 but I still feel like an orphan, you know? They aren't here to see us get married or have children or any of it and it's just so damn unfair." she cried, "I've spent the last 2 months just wandering around, I abandoned my baby sister for goodness sake, and now I've taken a job working at a fucking joke shop of all places. I thought it would help me to remember the good stuff, the pranks we used to pull on you and mama, but it just really sucks. I'm happy while I'm working and hearing Fred and George creating their new items. When I get home though I'm miserable, I can't eat and I don't even like to read anymore, I just cry and I'm tired of crying." Emily was sobbing now.

Ruby pulled her into a hug. "You didn't abandon me, I needed to stay here, I'm happiest on this farm and you are happiest doing whatever business genius stuff you like to do. You and Pops were very close, it's normal for you to feel this way. But you also have to know that he wouldn't want you to be sad and crying all the time. I think working at a prank shop is a wonderful way for you to remember him."

They rode back to the house and had lunch. Emily told her about the twins and meeting the Weasley family. Sunday was spent lounging around watching movies, until Emily had to return.

"You have to come visit me soon. Alex is more than capable of handling the barn for a week so you can come to London." Emily begged her sister as they walked down to the room with the floo fireplace. "It'll be nice for you to take a break too and I would love for you to meet the twins, and then of course I won't be the only person with an American accent."

"I'll see what I can do." She hugged her sister tightly. "I miss you Em, and I miss that smile, so let's make sure that comes out more often."

"I miss you too, brat"

She stepped into the fireplace and waved at her sister one last time, before being swallowed in emerald flames.

George watched as Fred paced back and forth between the wardrobe and bathroom, picking different shirts, he couldn't help but smirk at his twin.

"Surely I wasn't this much of a wanker when I first started liking Alicia."

"Oh, sod off." Fred threw a shoe at his brother. Why was he so nervous about seeing Emily again? He had already slept with her for Merlin's sake, although not the kind that most people usually associated with "sleeping" with someone.

He was excited at the idea of seeing Emily again this morning, she had spent the weekend in America, with her sister. But now it was Monday morning and he had plans to ask her on a proper date. Fred didn't want to go to fast with Emily, he hadn't felt this way about a girl in his whole life and he wasn't going to mess it up now.

The rest of the week had been a rush and Fred had butterflies in his stomach. He had asked Emily on a proper date Monday morning and it was all he was able to think about now.

"Good morning Emily!" He hollered has she walked through the door. Fred had thought she looked fantastic, she had a huge smile on her face.

"Morning Fred. How was the rest of your weekend?"

"Good, do you want to go out with me Saturday night? I would say Friday, but mum and Hermione really want you at family dinner if that's alright with you. I'm sure mum has already set a permanent place for you. But it's still your decision if you want to come or not." He could tell he was rambling like a lunatic but he couldn't seem to make himself stop.

Emily held her hand up. "First, I would love to go out with you Saturday night, on a real date. Second, I will be present for family dinner."

Family dinner had passed and Hermione had kept her inquisition to herself. Now it was Saturday afternoon and Fred was getting advice from the rest of the Weasley boys on how a first date should be.

Emily however was a wreck. She didn't have anything to wear, a common problem with girls before any type of outing. She stared at her over-flowing closet and wanted to scream in frustration, she needed her mom.

She was tear-streaked when she finally lifted her head from her knees. Her mom wouldn't want her to do this, she wouldn't approve of Emily giving up.

"I can do this." Emily told herself as she stood and made her way into the bathroom.

She looked God-awful. Mascara was stained down her face and her hair, she didn't even want to look at her hair. Her watch said there was still an hour and a half before Fred was due to pick her up. A hot shower was exactly what the doctor ordered.

After her shower, she went back to the daunting closet. She pulled on a dark wash pair of skinny jeans and a lavender sleeveless blouse. She tucked the blouse in and added a small black belt and her pale gray heeled booties.

Standing in front of her floor-length mirror, she took herself in. Her hair was hanging pin-straight down her back, almost touching her hips, and her make-up was light and carefree. Even her glasses seemed to sparkle a little more. She could feel her mom standing there, feel her tucking her hair back behind her ear, her earrings gleaming in the overhead light.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." Mama Tyson kissed her daughter's head, and faded from vision as someone knocked on the door.