New Years was only three days away and it was finally time for Emerald to arrive at the Weasley home. Fred had been glued to the front window of his house for the past four hours, waiting patiently for Emerald's car to pull up. She was supposed to be arriving in her grandmother's car, having been driven the entire way. She would obviously be exhausted, and he was looking forward to helping her relax. He wanted to show her his home, show her around the fields and then into the forest…and he couldn't help it if they didn't come back for a few hours…

Fred smirked quietly to himself, but quickly dropped the smile from his face when he heard heavy footsteps come into the room. He didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. He already knew, he didn't need to look…

"Waiting for the hip…I mean Emerald?" Fred mentally sighed, but was happy that at least he was using her name.

"She's supposed to be here soon." He said, keeping his eyes out the window. George muttered something about Fred looking like a fucking dog staring out the window, but he mostly kept it to himself, wanting to avoid getting another broken nose. Fred turned to look over his shoulder, his eyes half lidded with a raised eyebrow. "You're not going to start anything today, right?"

"No." George muttered quickly. "I won't even come around you two, if that'll make you happy." Fred nodded.

"Thanks…it's appreciated." George rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He slunk out of the room, but Fred's attention was no longer on him when he heard a loud engine roar coming from outside. Fred heard a car pull up to the front of the house, but it wasn't what Fred had expected. It was a bright red Lamborghini, a car that most guys would give their right ball to own. He stood at the window drooling for a second before rushing out the front door as the engine shut off. Emerald instantly popped up from the front seat, a wide smirk on her face and a pair of large black sunglasses covering her eyes.

"Look at what I got for Christmas." She said happily. Fred's jaw was down to the ground.

"Oh…my…God…"

"I know!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down. "My grandmother bought it for me…sort of an early graduation gift, but I think she just bought it because Kent likes Lamborghinis and…well, you know, she's trying her best to get me to like him. So far, no success." Fred slowly walked towards the car, hesitantly putting his hands on the hood of the car.

"This is the most amazing car that I've seen in my entire life." He muttered, his eyes admiring the bright red paint job. "And I can't believe my girlfriend owns one." Emerald instantly tossed him the car keys.

"And guess who gets to drive it while I'm here?" She asked, watching Fred cradle the keys in his hands.

"You can't be serious."

"I wouldn't have given you the keys if I weren't serious." She told him sweetly. Emerald sauntered around the car wrapped her arms around Fred's neck while he continued to clutch the keys. "And the best part is that the back seat is surprisingly spacious…plenty of room for two people to do just about anything back there…" That drew Fred's attention away from the keys in his hands. He looked up at Emerald, quickly wrapping his arms around Emerald.

"Back seat, eh?" Emerald nodded with a little giggle.

"Oh yeah…and it's just waiting to be broken in." Fred sighed, leaning his forehead against Emerald's.

"I really wanna do this now…but you have to come inside and meet my mother." Emerald pulled back, gently kissing him before pulling back.

"Great, sounds like fun!" She went skipping off towards the house, not bothering to grab her bags. "I'm hungry, are we going to eat lunch soon?" She asked eagerly. Fred nodded.

"My mom should have everything ready, I hope that you like potato stew." Emerald smirked.

"Well lucky for you I do."

Their fingers eventually intertwined with each other and they held on tightly with wide smirks. They could at least hold hands while they were here. They would save the making out for later. There seemed to be a certain glow around them as they took their time walking to the house. They were in that state of a relationship where everything was perfect. There weren't any flaws with the other person. They had never had a fight and saw perfection with one another. Even though they were both eighteen, they were acting like they were back in grade school.

As soon as Fred and Emerald entered the house, Fred's entire family was on them with a dozen questions. They were all speaking at once, wanting their questions answered first. Molly was at the head of the pack, her motherly smile the only thing that the both of them could see. Emerald sunk behind Fred, keeping a tight grip on Fred's hand.

"Don't be scared." He muttered. Emerald scoffed.

"Too late." She whispered back.

"Okay!" Fred exclaimed. "Everybody back up at least three feet and let us breath!" They did what he said, stepping back and giving Emerald a chance to step out and at least take off her sunglasses. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the house. She looked around briefly and seemed to like what she saw. Fred was instantly relieved as her smile slowly came back, stepping out from behind Fred. She stuck out her hand towards Molly with the slightest quirk of her head.

"Hello, my name's Emerald." She said sweetly. "It's very nice to meet you, Molly is it?" Molly nodded, taking Emerald's hand and lightly shaking it.

"Hello my dear, it's very nice to finally meet you."

Emerald smiled, but suddenly gasped when she was pulled into a tight hug. She was smothered with the dense wool of Molly's sweater, but it was somehow comforting. She smelled like a mother and Emerald absolutely adored it. Emerald wrapped her arms around Molly and let out a little content sigh. Fred let out a mental sigh as his mom went around introducing Emerald to the family.

"This is my husband Arthur, he works for the Ministry. These are my sons Charlie, Bill, you already know George, Ron, and our daughter Ginny. Our other son Percy couldn't be here…Ministry business, he's been so busy lately…we're so happy to have you here Emerald."

Emerald nodded to each person, including George. Even though she knew that he disliked her, she kept the smile on her face and waved towards him. Fred was kind of surprised when he returned the wave, even smiling a little as he did so.

"I'm very glad to be here." Emerald muttered happily.

"You'll be staying with Ginny and Hermione, I hope that you don't mind…Fred told us about your home in Oxford, I hope that you won't be bothered by how small our home is." Emerald quickly shook her head.

"No, I adore your home." Molly nodded, taking her quick excuse.

"Fred will take you up and help you with your things." Emerald glanced over her shoulder towards her car.

"Oh, I forgot my things in my car."

As soon as the boys got distracted by the car outside, they were pressed against the window with drool pouring from their mouth. Their reaction was almost identical to Fred's.

"That's your car?" Charlie asked, his face pressed against the window like a kid before Christmas. Emerald laughed as she walked out the door with Fred closely behind her, not needing to answer the question. They got her bag from the car and Fred showed her upstairs to his sister's room. The instant that she set down her bag, Fred pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. She whimpered at the sudden force, but didn't pull away. She simply pressed herself against him, pulling at his clothing as if they were about to be separated forever. They were silent, but both of their bodies were burning from the sudden contact. Emerald shivered, forcing herself to pull back.

"I just got here." She whispered. "We can save this for later." Fred shook his head.

"No, I need you now." He emphasized his point by pulling Emerald closer to him. She smirked, shaking her head as she lightly kissed his nose.

"You can wait." She whispered, running her hands down his chest. "We'll go driving later tonight, okay?" Fred hesitantly nodded, but it wasn't like he was reluctant about the whole thing. Of course his parents would let him go, he would raise hell if they didn't, but they might complain about how long they would be gone. Oh fuck it; if he could help it, they wouldn't be back until after New Years. He did force himself to pull away from her, but kept a grip firmly around her waist.

"I spoil you, you know." He muttered. Emerald raised an eyebrow with a little giggle.

"Okay, sure."