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So Emerald and Fred did go out again. That date was followed with another date and that date was followed by another date and that date was followed by another date. By the time that Christmas holiday rolled around, they were officially deemed boyfriend and girlfriend. If you were to ever look for the new couple, you would usually find them tucked away in small corners in the library while Emerald read Fred Shakespeare. He had discovered his sudden love for the author and happily shared it with Emerald. If anything, it was another thing that they had in common. There were very few similarities between them, but those were the things that they chose to focus on. They could also be found curled up in the Gryffindor common room without a word passing between them, their eyes focused on various books. She introduced him to classics as well as the newest books of the year. Emerald was an avid reader and it brought her great happiness to see that Fred was so willing to share her passion.

It was the day before the students were to leave on the train for their homes when we would find Emerald and Fred in their secluded spot in the library. She was perched on the windowsill, snow falling behind her as she read quietly 'Twelfth Night.' Fred sat on the floor, staring up at her with his back supported by a creaking book case. She suddenly stopped reading, her eyes glancing over the book to stare down at him.

"I think that we should stop for today." She muttered before marking her spot and closing the book. Fred merely nodded, not wanting to press for more of the story. She had been reading for the past two hours and he didn't want to tire her out. "So, excited to go home?" She asked with a small smile. Fred scoffed.

"Hardly. There are going to be way too many people at our house this year…as usual." Emerald shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess that's what you get when you have a big family."

"Hey, it's not like I asked to have seven brothers and sisters. My mom and dad just…wouldn't stop." Emerald giggled.

"I'm an only child…my parents adopted me because they couldn't have children." Fred raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that you were adopted." Emerald nodded.

"My birth mother was a druggie and my birth father…well, I don't know who he is. My mother died a few days after she had me from blood loss and when they couldn't find my father or any other member of my family so they sent me to an orphanage and then…Josh and Heidi found me." Her smile softened as her memories traveled back. "I think I was four…they adopted me in the spring and we've been traveling the world ever since." Fred smirked.

"Do you call them mom and dad?" He asked curiously. Emerald quickly nodded.

"Of course, they're the only parents I've ever known." Her face suddenly lit up. "You should meet them." While her face remained bright and cheerful, Fred's face turned fearful.

"Meet them…?"

"Yeah, it'll be great!" She exclaimed happily. "You can come stay for a few days, they would love to meet you!"

"I don't know Emerald…"

"Don't worry about it, you'll just stay for a few days…it'll be like having a sleepover, only…you'll get to spend the night with me." Fred devilishly smirked.

"In the same bed?" Emerald shrugged with a huge smirk.

"If you play your cards right, it's a definite possibility." He chuckled.

"I might be tempted to come over and spend a few days with you…where do you live?"

"Well…my grandmother lives in Oxford."

"I asked you where your parents live."

"I know…we're living with my grandmother right now. She's very sick and they've been staying with her until…you know." Fred quickly nodded, not needing her to finish her sentence. "So will you come and visit me?" Fred thought for a moment before quickly nodding.

"Yeah, sounds like fun." Emerald quickly slipped down from the windowsill and wrapped her arms around Fred's neck.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed happily. "I promise, you'll love it at my house!" Fred smirked as he returned the embrace.

"You owe me." He muttered.

"How?" She asked, pulling back slightly with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh don't worry…I'll think of something." Emerald smirked and rustled up his hair.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

Fred and Emerald both left the next day, going their separate ways knowing that they would meet up in a few days. When Fred got home, his mother wasn't too happy that he was coming home only to leave just as quickly. He tried to explain the situation, but that still wasn't helping.

"I just don't understand why you don't want to spend time with your family." She whined as she pulled out the third roast of the day. Fred leaned against the kitchen counter as his mother rushed past him time after time. His brothers and sister sat at the kitchen table, watching Fred talk his way out of spending a few days away from his family for his girlfriend.

"Emerald really wants me to come down and meet her parents." He insisted.

"Meet her parents? You haven't been dating this girl a terribly long time, don't you think it's a bit too soon to meet her parents?"

"You're being old-fashioned mom." He muttered. "Besides, if I go, there'll be more time for people to use the bathroom."

"He's got a point." George interjected. "He is a bit of a bathroom hog." Fred rolled his eyes.

"Come on, it'll only be four days. I'll be back for Christmas and everything will be fine. Come on mom...she's my girlfriend..." Molly stopped her rushed cooking, leaning against the kitchen counter with a hand on her hip. She had a stern look on her face, but there was a glint in her eyes that led Fred to believe that she was willing to negotiate.

"So her parents get to meet you, but we don't get to meet her?" She asked, her eyebrow slowly rising. Fred shrugged his shoulders.

"You'll get to meet her too…eventually…"

"What he means is that he's too embarrassed of us to introduce the rest of his family to her." George shouted from the kitchen table. Fred pursed his lips together as his siblings giggled.

"Okay…compromise?" He asked. Molly swiftly nodded and went back to chopping her vegetables.

"You can go spend your four days with her, but after Christmas she comes back and spends New Years with us." Fred raised an eyebrow.

"That's it?" He asked. "She just has to come back for New Years and you'll let me go?" Molly nodded.

"That's it." She repeated. "Deal?" Fred eagerly nodded.

"She'll love to come down." He said happily. Fred cast a quick, gloating glance towards George.

"Want me to say hello for you?" He asked smugly. George narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah…tell the hippie I said hi…"