"So you lied?"

Painfully, Fred nodded. Emerald smirked as she watched him wince, even though he had only moved slightly.

"It's possible." He muttered. Emerald shook her head, getting up and gently fixing the pillow behind his head. They had gone out riding, just as Emerald had insisted, but Fred hadn't exactly had the best of luck. While trotting along a trail, far behind Emerald, he had fallen off of the horse and onto the rocks that they were slowly weaving through. He had fallen on his ass before sliding down to the ground with a loud groan. Needless to say, Fred was not getting laid tonight in the condition that he was in.

Emerald ran a hand down his cheek before reaching up to smooth the hair away from his face.

"You should have told me that you didn't know how to ride." She said. "I love riding around the rocks, it's the best place to really get in a good ride." Fred winced as he adjusted himself slightly, staring up at her.

"Why would you ever intentionally get on that thing for more than five minutes?" Emerald giggled.

"You only ask that because you have never ridden. If you were a true rider, you would have hopped back on your horse and went for a gallop through the fields…actually, if you were a rider, you wouldn't have fallen off of your horse in the first place." Fred smirked, but there was still pain on his face.

"Fine, rub it in, I'm a loser." Emerald shook her head, sitting down next to him and pulling her knees to her chest.

"You're the furthest thing that I know from a loser."

Fred shrugged, bringing on a whole new rush of pain. Emerald watched him quietly ride it out before continuing on with the conversation.

"What do you think your parents will think of me?"

"My dad probably won't stop bothering you because you live with muggles…you know…"

"Non-magical people, I know." She smirked. "Just because I was raised in a non-magical home doesn't mean that I don't know the slang." Fred smirked.

"Sorry, sometimes I forget."

"It's all right." Emerald quickly told him. "And what about your mom? Will she like me?" Fred bit his lower lip. That wasn't exactly an easy question to answer. His mother was very picky and you had to be very careful around her, especially if you were new.

"Well…my guess is that she'll like you right away, but…" Emerald raised an eyebrow.

"But what?"

"I'm afraid that while I've been here, George's been saying some awful things about you." Emerald raised an eyebrow.

"Would he actually do something like that?" She suddenly shook her head. "What am I saying? Of course he would, it's your brother…come from the bad side of the uterus." Fred laughed, but instantly winced at the sudden movement of his body. She ran a hand across his cheek, instantly soothing him and almost forcing him back against his pillow. "Don't worry, I'll dazzle her when I go. Your mother won't remember a thing that your brother tells her…I'm amazing like that, I know." She crawled to the bed, curling up at his side, but keeping her distance so that she wouldn't hurt him any further. Fred forced himself to wrap an arm around her shoulders, despite the fact that it hurt tremendously.

"You'll be fine, after a while she'll probably stop believing all of George's bull." Emerald smiled.

"So she'll like me?" Fred instantly nodded.

"If I like you, she'll like you." Emerald sighed.

"Good to know." Fred kissed the top of her head before slowly smoothing down her hair. There was no need to be scared about Emerald meeting his parents. They would love her, despite whatever George had told them. The worse story that he could think of was that she was a hippie and smoked hookah…which wasn't a bad thing…but still, anything that you smoked was drugs to them. They would just be thrilled that Fred was spending time with somebody other than his brother. Plus, she was a girl, and his mother wanted nothing more than fifty dozen grandchildren as soon as possible. That wasn't the first thing on Fred's mind, but it was dancing a little Irish jig around in the back. Marriage was a little bit closer, but sex was flashing around like a neon sign in his eyes. He sighed, pushing away the thought and kissing Emerald's head again.

"No need to worry." He muttered.

"Let's be honest, if my parents liked you, your parents are bound to adore me." Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Are you implying something missy?" Emerald snorted.

"Of course I am, do I really need to explain myself?" Fred sighed, shaking his head.

"No, I get it, you're better than me." Emerald sighed, slowly pushing herself up from the bed and carefully straddling his hips. Fred raised an eyebrow, but didn't object as she ran her hands up his chest.

"You seem so down…" She whispered. "What can I do to make you feel better?" She asked, her eyes flicking over towards him with a devilish smirk. Fred's mouth went dry as he stared at her, the words caught in his throat. His mind was screaming at him to say something, anything at all that would send her into action. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Um…" Emerald giggled, pushing up his shirt and slowly starting to kiss down his chest.

"Um, is that all you can say?" She asked, stretching up to gently kiss him. "Of course, we don't have to talk…if you don't want to…" Fred shuddered slightly, the adrenaline coursing through his body at an alarming rate.

"Emerald…"

"Well that's a start, at least you remember my name." She undid his pants, pushing them down slightly. "Let's see what else you can remember." Fred's jaw dropped.

"My favorite color is green." He stuttered out. He instantly kicked himself for saying something so stupid. Emerald suddenly stopped what she was doing, looking up at him with a goofy grin.

"Green?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Fred let out a heavy sigh, muttering some profanity under his breath. "I wouldn't have pictured you as liking green."

"Can we just…?" Emerald raised an eyebrow.

"Can we just what?" Fred swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Can we just get back to whatever we were doing?" Emerald smirked, resting her chin on Fred's now quivering stomach. She was so damn close…

"And just what were we doing?" She asked, the seductive tone extremely obvious.

"Oh God, please don't make me say it…" Emerald slowly sat up, sitting with a big smile.

"You're the one that wanted to talk about it earlier!" She exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.

"Emerald!" He exclaimed, pressing his head against his pillow out of frustration. "You can't do this now!" Emerald quirked her head to the side.

"Well somebody's anxious." She muttered. Her smile only widened as Fred's scowl grew. "You're injured, we shouldn't." She said, sliding off of the bed and walking away from Fred. He went out to grab her, but groaned as soon as he did.

"You're no fun!" He exclaimed, sinking down into the bed. Emerald smiled, glancing back at him.

"I have a feeling that you'll get over it." Fred pursed his lips together, angrily crossing his arms and looking away from her.

"No I won't, I will never get over this." Emerald smiled with her head innocently quirked to the side.

"You will…"