Where's the love people? Seriously...

By the end of the night, Fred had gotten his full share of the college lifestyle. After a quick stop at the hookah bar, Emerald impressing him with her knowledge of hookah, she dragged him back out into the freezing streets of Bellingham and trotted him around town, taking him to party after party. They would play a quick game of beer pong, mingle with friends, and then disappear out the door to bounce off to another house or apartment. Their parties finally came to a stop at three in the morning, when both Emerald and Fred had had their fill of beer and hookah. She was leaning heavily against his shoulder, her words slurring slightly as she spoke.

"Oh boy…I think that I'm drunk." She muttered against Fred's shoulder. Fred chuckled, feeling the same drunken stupor swirling around his head.

"Me too." He said a bit too loudly. She instantly clasped her hand over his mouth with a little giggle.

"Shh!" She exclaimed. "You have to keep quiet…it's three in the morning!" He laughed, pulling away her hand.

"I know that it's three in the morning!" He exclaimed. "Look, I wear a watch!"

They managed to stumble their way back to the alley that they had arrived in. Emerald leaned against the alley wall with a devilish smirk on her face. Fred leaned his arm above her head, his face extremely close to hers.

"I'm sorry that I'm drunk on our first date." She whispered, seeming to suddenly sober up. Fred shrugged his shoulders.

"It's okay…we're both drunk." She smiled slightly as she let out a heavy sigh.

"Do you think that we should head back now?" Fred thought for a moment, leaning his forehead against hers.

"You know that George is just waiting for me to come back." Her smirk widened.

"What does he expect to hear?"

"I won't be much good to him drunk." Emerald smirked.

"You're not much good to me drunk." He leaned closer to her face, his eyes staring keenly into hers.

"And what should we do to sober our drunk asses up?" He asked as he raised his right eyebrow suggestively. Emerald giggled, pushing against his shoulder.

"I'm not doing that!" She said with a huge smile. Fred rolled his eyes.

"How about some coffee?"

"You know that actually doesn't work, caffeine and alcohol should never be mixed, it's bad for your nervous system." Fred furrowed his brow together.

"Is that true?" Emerald scoffed.

"Hell if I know."

She suddenly reached out and took both of his hands. They stood there for a moment before she glanced up at him with a small smile.

"We need to go back." She whispered. Emerald didn't give him a chance to answer. Within the blink of an eye, she had transported them back to Hogwarts; more specifically, she had brought him back to his room. Shockingly, George was fast asleep, but it was clear that he had been waiting up. There were three cups of coffee by his bed and a candle was just weakly burning on his bedside table. Fred stumbled to the bed, quickly collapsing on top of the covers with a heavy sigh. Emerald stared down at him with a small smirk, letting out a loud yawn.

"Okay, goodnight." She muttered, turning to go back to her room. Fred shook his head, holding out his hand.

"No sense in waking the girls up…just stay with me." She stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Fred nodded, leaning forward slightly and pulling her into the bed and onto his chest.

"You're drunk, you'll wake everybody up." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled up the blankets. She was instantly wrapped around him, letting out another heavy sigh as she closed her eyes.

"Goodnight Fred." She whispered. He smirked slightly to himself as she gently rubbed her shoulder.

"Goodnight Emerald."

When George woke up the next morning, he knew that he was bound to be bombarded with questions. Who's that? Why is there a girl in your bed? Why do you smell like beer and weed? All of these he had expected. What he didn't expect was that every boy in his dorm, his brother most of all, would be crowded around his bed in utter silence. That was the odd sight that greeted him when he woke later that morning. He groaned, squinting his eyes as he felt Emerald still curled up at his side. She was literally a ball under his arm with her face buried in his chest. George stood with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"You're a man whore." He stated plainly. There was a small snicker of laughter while Fred rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." He muttered.

"You were out all fucking night and you brought her back here to fuck her…" Fred instantly popped out of bed.

"I did not fuck her!" He exclaimed. The sudden movement shook Emerald and a small groan escaped her throat. Her eyes slowly opened and she blinked a few times before she focused on Fred. She didn't seem to notice anybody else, only Fred. She smiled and slowly pushed herself up.

"Good morning." She whispered sleepily as she gently rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Fred couldn't help but smirk as she tucked her knees under the skirt of her dress.

"Good morning." George said for him. Emerald whipped around with wide eyes to see at least a dozen boys staring at her. In record time, her face turned a brilliant red that would challenge her own red sweater. She quickly grabbed said sweater before stealing a quick glance at Fred.

"I'll see you later." She whispered before rushing out of the room, leaving Fred to fend for himself.

"That was rude…she didn't even say hi." Fred shook his head.

"You scared her away." He said as he slid off of his bed and pulled off his shirt from the night before. "Besides, I thought that you hated her."

"I do, but the least that she could do is be civil."

By this time, the other boys had distributed throughout the room to go about their Sunday activities. Some quickly dressed and abandoned the room for the outdoors while others pulled out piles of homework that would sadly be due early the next morning. George had Fred cornered, though, and he wasn't going anywhere until he had heard every single detail of what had happened last night.

"Spill, tell me what happened." Fred scoffed.

"No way." George raised an eyebrow.

"What the fuck?" He asked angrily. "You have to tell me what happened!"

"Says who?"

"Come on, quit being a pussy and tell me what happened."

"I'm not being a pussy and all we did was go smoke some hookah and go to a few parties." George furrowed his brow together.

"She smokes hookah?"

"Yes, in great quantities." Fred could tell by his brothers reaction that he was impressed. George followed him closely as his brother pulled on a plain tee shirt and left the Gryffindor commons to head to the bathroom. George was intrigued

"Well…I guess, she is a hippie after all."

"She's not a hardcore hippie…I met a lot of those last night and she is the furthest thing from them."

"Dude, stop being such a lying pussy." Fred let out a heavy sigh, leaning over the bathroom sink.

"I'm not lying. I'm not crazy. I'm thinking perfectly clear and I really like her. So stop calling me a lying pussy, just stop calling me a pussy all together, and deal with the fact that I'm gonna go out with her again." Fred let out another sigh, suddenly feeling very proud of himself for even saying anything. George stared at his brother with his brow furrowed together and his arms lazily folded.

"I told you that you would go out with her again." He said simply. Fred rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you're a fucking psychic, now get the fuck out of here so that I can take a shower."