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The soft smell of vanilla filled the bathroom. My muscles finally relaxed after a long week. It seemed everyone needed healing today. Everything from potion mishaps to splinching.
I groan. A new Hogwarts grad tried to apparate after a fun night out with his mates. Took hours to locate the poor boy's leg.
I shake the thoughts away. I should be relaxing.
Roger was at his stag night. I chuckle. He had been complaining all day that he just wanted to stay home. I had to remind him that Oliver worked hard to plan this. He still argued until I told him I wanted to relax. Never one to deny, Roger left our flat with a searing kiss and promises of his return.
I take a sip of my wine. The journey to get here was long. It was all worth it. I wouldn't change a thing, including the war.
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(3rd Year)
My robes wrapped around me tightly, fighting the chilling in the halls. I hurried down the corridor quickly.
'Of course, the charms classroom has to be across the castle.' I grumbled. Normally I wouldn't complain but yesterday Vanessa's boyfriend broke up with her. Leaving the poor girl an utter mess.
'All because she didn't want his hands down her.' My thoughts were interrupted by a broom smacking me in the face.
"For Merlin's sake." I whimper, dropping my books to hold my nose.
"A-are you alright?" The boy asked.
I glare at the brown hair boy. "What do you think?" I snap. "Thought quidditch players were supposed to have better control of their brooms," I mumbled under my breath as I dropped to the ground. Reaching out for my book, the boy's hand reached out and accidentally bumped mine.
He handed me my book back.
Under the light, the boy was cute. If you squint your eyes. "I am sorry. Snape let us out late, so I'm late for practice." He rushed. I smile softly. Any anger left seeped out at the sight of his goofy smile. "It's fine. Just watch where you are going next time." He leaves quickly throwing another apology over his shoulder.
Helga, boys are strange.
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"Hey." I look up to see Roger standing before me with a bright smile. "Hey, Roger." I look around him. "Where's your date?" I ask. He just shrugs sitting in the chair next to me. "She left already. Said something about her sister." I nod. I point over to a group of sixth and seventh years. "Steven is over there with his friends." Somehow he managed to be friends with Cedric.
I slipped one of my heels off. I groan. My feet ache. I should have a place cushioning charm on my heels before I left.
"You look beautiful tonight?" I fight a blush and smirk at the sixth-year boy. "Are you saying I don't normally Davies?" This time Roger blushed.
"That's not what I meant and you know it, Abbott." I giggle and place a hand on his arm. "I'm just teasing Roger." He nods, his brown eyes staring into mine. My heart races. I quickly look away, hoping he doesn't see the blush that spreads across my face.
Across the hall, I see Hannah dancing and laughing with her friends.
"How are you managing without quidditch?" He groans. "Terribly. I haven't been this bored since our first year." I chuckle. "I'm sure you will live." He shakes his head. "I doubt I will."
As time went by, we sat at the table talking about the tournament. "Fleur isn't going to be mad that I've been talking to her date all night is she?" He shakes his head laughing. "You should be safe." His eyes turn to the remaining dancers. "How did you even manage to get her to go with you?" "Luck honestly. I think she only agreed since I was one of the few that the veela charm doesn't work on." My brow furrows. "How?" He just shrugs, obviously now wanting to share. I make a mental note to owl mum.
Roger stands up and holds his hand out. "Do you wanna dance?" He asked nervously. I smile brightly.
"Yes please."
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"Miss Abbott, I have another one when you get a chance."
I take a deep breath, pushing down my anxiety. There is no place for it right now.
'He-who-must' I shake my head. Voldemort is gone. It's over. The war is done. I quickly finished healing the Thomas boy from Hannah's year.
Walking over to the cot Madam Pomfrey directed me to, I spotted Roger accompany it. I gasped. "What are you doing here?" He asked somewhat panicked.
I shake my head. "I'm a healer Roger. Plus my sister is fighting. Did you expect me not to come?" He lets out a shaky breath. I wave my wand performing a diagnostic spell.
"Well, it looks like you have burns on your right leg and your wrist," I grab it gently. " It seems to be broken."
He nods. "I figured. I got hit with a knockback jinx right into a brick wall."
After I give him a dose of skele-gro he takes my hand and squeezes it gently. "Is Hannah alright?" He asked worried. I nod. "Thank Helga. She only has minor injuries." His head dips down as he releases a deep breath. "Good. That's good. I searched for her but I couldn't find her." My heart clenches. Roger is such a sweet guy. At any other time, my heart would be racing at the proximity of Roger.
"I appreciate you looking out for her." He chuckles. "Well of course. She's like my little sister." I giggle feeling happier than I have ever since I left this school.
"Go to dinner with me?" Roger asked timidly. I look at him confused. "Of course. But Roger we go to dinner every week." He shakes his head, reaching out to squeeze my hand.
"Yes, we do." He paused and grinned. "But this time, it will be a date." My heart stops. A date? "Only if you want to. But Emily, I can't go another day without you. Tonight, I could have lost you. Without knowing how you look waking up in bed next to me. How it would be to come from work to you. I can't." His blue eyes searched my brown ones for any hint. I throw my arms around his neck. "Oh, Merlin. Yes!" I exclaimed.
Tears run down my cheeks. I can't believe it.
"About bloody time. Only took a war for you to ask her out." Oliver teases. "Did you know he's been half in love with you since the ball?"
Roger tells Oliver to shut up as I laugh. I leave a soft kiss on Roger's cheek. "I have to go." A goofy smile spreads across his face. "Of course. MY girlfriend is an important healer."
He announces loudly.
I giggle, walking away.
"Good job mate." Oliver pats him on the back. I shake my head.
Good job indeed.
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England beat Brazil. Roger led the team to victory as he made the most scores. Sure Turner caught the snitch, but even if he hadn't, England would have still won. England was heading to the World Cup for the first time in a hundred years.
Roger led me onto the field after the stadium cleared. "Shouldn't you be with the team celebrating?" I laugh as we stand under the golden hoops. He spins me around, a smile never leaving his face.
"I love you so much, Emily." I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head to rest against mine. "Merlin, I love you too. I am so proud of you. I knew you would be going to the World Cup." I run my hand through his wind-tossed hair. He presses his lips against mine softly. My heart races as a smile spreads across my face.
"Emily. I love you so much. I would have never been able to make it as far as I have without your support. Every day I consider myself lucky we both made it out of the war."
My hands cover my mouth as Roger kneels to the floor. "Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Seconds pass without any noise. I nod. "Yes!" I kneel on the ground beside him. "Yes! Yes!"
Cheering surrounded the stands behind us. The team and their families are waiting for us. I lean in kissing Roger passionately. Wolf whistles were heard. No doubt it is Wood.
"I love you so much, Roger Davies." He pulls me into an embrace. "I love you too Emily Abbott or should I say Soon to be Mrs. Davies." I giggle.
I love the sound of that.
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I flip the telly on trying to find a good film to watch. Deciding on a romance movie that Hannah told me about, I accio my ice cream. Merlin, I could kiss the person who decided to put cookie dough inside the ice cream.
A loud knock brought me out of my thoughts. I grab my wand and walk quietly to the door. No one should be here. I slowly open the door, a hex at the top of my tongue.
I sigh. It was just Roger.
"Helga, do you realize I almost cursed you?" I snapped. His brow furrows. "But why would you do that? Are you mad at me?" He slurred. My arm falls to my side. He's drunk. I pull him into his house with his jumper.
"What are you doing here darling?" I asked. I helped him out of his jacket as he struggled to get his arms out of the sleeves.
"Missed you." He mumbled. My heart melts. I ask if Oliver knows he left. He shakes his head before he rushes to the bathroom.
I owl Oliver letting him know my troublesome fiance is safe at home. Once I send Agatha off, I search our potion cupboard. I hope I restocked the hangover potions.
Luckily I did. I set the bottle and a glass of water on the table beside the bed. I wave my wand resetting the living room to its normal setting.
I jump as arms wrap themselves around me. The smell of mint surrounds me. "You brushed your teeth." He nods into my neck. "You would never let me kiss you otherwise." I chuckle knowing he was right.
"All I could think about was coming home to you tonight." I hum. I had also left my hen do for the exact reason last week.
"I can't wait to marry you," I mumbled turning into his chest. His hand slips under the jersey I'm wearing. "Only fifteen more days love. Fifteen more days until you become my wife."
I sigh at the thought. Emily Davies, wife of quidditch star Roger Davies.