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What Emmett Wants	By : MissiYoung Category: Twilight Series > Crossovers > Threesomes Plus Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four: Not Just Another Day
I paid attention to dates and such, of course, but not close enough attention. It took me by surprise to realize that it was the day before Harry's birthday after he left on the day of his last two finals. Mi had told me that Harry didn't really celebrate his birthday because he hadn't grown up celebrating it but I wanted to do something special for him. I knew the Entourage was flying in together during the second week of August, so I called Mi for last minute ideas. Between us we decided on a huge party to celebrate everyone's birthdays together so it didn't distract us during the school year.
I called Esme at the hotel afterward and told her what I was planning. She was delighted to help plan for such a large event, and Alice started chiming in with suggestions. When I was finished with all of my phone calls it was just after eleven and my wonderful husband gave me a surprise; he'd called our favorite restaurant to take Harry to and made reservations for the next night. We'd done everything with the family since coming back so Emmett (amazing man that he is) decided to make reservations for just the three of us.
Between Harry and Emmett I am the luckiest woman in the world.
Edward took Bella to lunch while the rest of the family came to our apartment. We went shopping, getting gifts for the larger party; extra presents were picked up for Harry, so that he'd have them on his actual birthday as well. Alice somehow found an upscale bakery, where she put in an order for an elaborate cake; they even had recommendations for ballroom rentals.
We got lucky; there was a wedding cancellation a week before term started, so Carlisle booked it. The woman he spoke with was delighted with the idea of a mass celebration before term started and asked permission to start using it in their marketing; we got a premium decorating theme for the cost of basic hall rental and catering. We would have paid for it, but our family understood that this was their way out of paying for the use of our idea and let her do what she wanted.
I called Mi to get her input on the theme; I had an idea, but wanted her input. She loved the idea of an eighteenth century masquerade and told me that most of the Entourage already had clothing for it, or could get it within their budgets in their world. I had assumed they would, which was why I chose it. Alice, Esme and I could make what we needed on our end but Mi told me to have Harry take me to the Wizard shops in Salem so that we had one less thing on our hands since we were doing all of the planning on such short notice. I made a note of it and moved onto the next thing; making the menu with the catering crew.
It was long past time for Harry to be home when we finished with the hall so Emmett and I went back while the others continued turning our college party into the social event of the season. Emmett and I stopped at Subway, then Starbucks as an afterthought. When we got home we could hear Harry turning off the shower; perfect timing. When he came into the living room and saw us waiting with food and caffeine he greeted us with smiles and kisses, falling on the offering like a man possessed.
I knew the idiot had skipped lunch.
While he ate Emmett and I told him about the party we were planning, and Mi's suggestion to shop in Salem; Harry looked uncomfortable being around that many unknown Wizards but agreed that it was a good idea. He mentioned making the party a yearly event and Emmett agreed that if we liked the way the hall handled things we'd pick dates for the next several years and put down deposits. When he was finished eating he gave us both a kiss and declared his intentions to sleep until the first day of term. We followed him into the bedroom and lay beside him while he fell asleep.
He woke three hours later feeling much better and even started poking around in the kitchen trying to decide what he was making for dinner; we assumed the family would show up soon, which meant he was cooking for Bella as well.
Harry didn't like Bella any better than Emmett and I did; he liked cooking British food, which she complained about because she wasn't used to it. When he made Italian one night to shut her up she grumbled that he should have been doing that the whole time; even Edward had been unhappy with her for that. After all, she was a guest in Harry's home.
I came out of my thoughts when I heard humming; Harry was making a list of some sort. I shot Emmett a grin as I stood and went to blatantly read over our boyfriend's shoulder.
"Oh Lord, you've got two of them."
Emmett laughed, causing Harry and I to smile at him, before Harry responded to my mock horror.
"Possible menu ideas and the ingredients needed for them."
Emmett came over and covered both lists with his large hands. Harry just stared at him until he spoke.
"What do you want for dinner? Fuck what Bella wants. What do you want, Harry?"
Harry sighed, leaning back into my stomach. I put my hands on his shoulders and started gently massaging the tension I could feel there while we waited for his answer. When it finally came it was quiet, but held a longing I refused to let some petty little girl deny.
"It's been a year since I've had a good curry. And Naan, I want Naan but that needs to rise for an hour and a half or so before you bake it. If I made curry tonight we wouldn't have supper until eight or nine."
Since it was six, I could estimate that it would be closer to nine or ten than eight. I didn't care; my ducky wanted curry and Naan, my ducky was getting curry and Naan-whatever the hell that was. Dropping a kiss on the top of Harry's head, I moved away to grab my phone while Emmett stole both lists and started shredding them. Harry didn't bother arguing, recognizing the futility after eight months together. I called Edward and told him frankly that Harry was making dinner late and it was something he missed from home; I suggested that Edward may want to take Bella out or something. My brother sighed, knowing that Emmett and I had probably put our foot down and made Harry do something for himself; he'd been bending over backward for Bella this whole past week and the girl hadn't shown any appreciation for it.
"The plan was to have a family dinner to celebrate the end of Harry's finals. She can eat what he eats when he eats it without complaint or she can stay here and feed herself. I'm done with it."
That surprised me; the bloom was clearly off that rose if Edward wasn't pandering to her whims anymore. I made the appropriate noises in gentle support and heard Harry from the other room.
"Hey babe, do you care if I mix countries?"
I blinked and answered without lowering the phone, which amused Edward since he hadn't heard the question.
"No, ducky, I don't care. We'll have whatever you want."
I walked back to the dining room, where Harry was making more lists; this time for the curry and Naan. He shot me a quick smile.
"Cool, I'm going to make tabouli and hummus, too. I know the market carries pita."
I just smiled, which grew when I heard Edward start raving about his memories of hummus. Emmett was gathering our reusable shopping bags while Harry finished his lists, so I asked Edward for requests and got off the phone.
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Watching Harry cook was always fun, but he seemed almost hyper with anticipation over this meal. Esme and Alice sat with me, just watching. Bella was sulking in the living room, clinging to Edward. The girl was smart enough to keep her mouth shut; apparently Edward had told her to stay polite or go eat by herself because he was spending the evening celebrating with Harry with or without her.
While Harry ate he made happy noises that amused us to no end, and made it easier on all of us to ignore Bella's nearly silent grumblings. I didn't understand it; I'd never liked the girl, but she was worse now than she'd ever been. In fact I would even go so far as to say that she wasn't acting anything like herself. I resolved to keep an eye on the situation then shoved it to the back of my mind and concentrated on my family.
When midnight came Harry was still awake, and I heard him whisper to himself.
"Happy Birthday, Harry."
Everyone else was watching a movie while he did the dishes; I happened to be just outside the kitchen at the time and heard him so I dashed for Emmett and dragged him with me. He didn't ask what I was doing; he noticed the clock on the outside of the kitchen wall and knew what I was thinking. We ended up speaking at the same time.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!"
To his credit, he was so used to us moving quickly and silently by now that he didn't even jump. He just turned to us with a smile and kept loading the dishwasher.
"Thanks, loves."
Since he was nearly finished loading the dishwasher we chatted with him quietly until the machine was started. Then we both gave him a hug and dragged him into the living room. We sat on the floor and watched the end of Summer Of Sam; I personally don't believe that the movie truly captures what I remember people feeling at the time, but it's a good movie otherwise. When it was over Jasper turned to Harry.
"Alright, birthday boy, your pick."
Harry jumped up with surprising energy for someone who had started nodding off against Emmett during the last ten minutes.
"I got myself a present, let me get it!"
With that he ran out of the room and was back very quickly, holding a disk in his hand. He quickly changed DVD's and sat on the other side of Emmett. As the previews played I realized this was an older movie, and when the menu came up I burst out laughing.
"Practical Magic?"
Everyone laughed except Bella, who was starting to whine about being tired. Edward was clearly frustrated with her but gave in so as not to annoy the family; he wished Harry a happy birthday as he left, though Bella didn't. Carlisle started the movie and we settled in to watch. About halfway through (Harry seemed surprisingly pleased with this movie) Alice spoke.
“We’ll be ready to go about 1:30 tomorrow, Harry."
Harry didn't seem to think it was odd that she was starting a conversation somewhere near the end of one, he just went with it; in fact, he'd seemed perfectly at ease with Alice from the moment he met her.
"Alright, I'll be finished with lunch by then."
With that they both turned back to the movie. Emmett and I exchanged a glance before shrugging; clearly none of our business. When the movie was over Harry was struggling to stay awake but refused to go to bed. Alice picked the next movie (Donnie Darko) and we turned out the lights to watch it.
Harry was asleep, head on Emmett's arm, before Donnie woke up on the golf course. Emmett gently shifted him so that his head lay on Emmett's thigh, but otherwise left him alone. When the family left after the movie we moved Harry to the bed and started wrapping gifts.
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Harry was, if possible, less coherent in the morning than he used to be. Personally I think it's because he let himself get so run down without proper rest and nutrition. Whatever the reason, he came into the dining room around nine (unbelievably late for him) and almost fell into a chair, where he lay his head on the table and started going back to sleep. Emmett, who had turned the coffee pot on as soon as we heard Harry's movements, snickered. I giggled as well; Harry didn't seem to notice that the entire family was there, or that (with the exception of where his head was) the entire table was covered with brightly colored presents. He didn’t notice anything at all until Emmett put a very large cup of freshly brewed coffee next to his head, prepared just the way he liked it. Much as he had the morning we’d all but kidnapped him, he wrapped his hands around the cup (as best he could) and held fast as though it were going to run away. I even started hand feeding him torn off pieces of buttery toast, which made him hum slightly; he’ll put jam on it if it’s available, but Harry really likes the taste of white toast with real butter.
The family seemed amused by this, and also a bit confused; no matter how much evidence they’d seen to the contrary, they couldn’t seem to understand that I may care for someone other than myself. It hurt a little, but I tried not to let it bother me too overly much. I put it out of my mind and concentrated on feeding Harry two slices of toast; he woke up some by the end of the first slice, but just let me have my way with the second. I was amused by his seeming complacency, but I knew that he secretly liked being taken care of. With his history I didn’t blame him. Once the toast was gone he took the last swallow of his coffee and got up to refill it, dropping a kiss on my mouth in thanks as he did. On his way back he dropped a kiss on Emmett’s head before moving back into his seat. His eyes roamed over the packages littering our dining room while he took a few careful sips of coffee; his voice was dry when he turned to me.
“Are you aware that Dr. Seuss has vomited on our table?”
I heard Emmett snort and the rest of the family giving general sounds of confusion; only Bella seemed to understand, judging by her knowing smile. I let my own eyes roam the bright primary colors with cartoonish figures and gave a wry answer.
“Of course I am, ducky. The only things missing are the lake of goo and a goose.”
The family was even more confused. Emmett let out a loud laugh and Bella giggled. Harry worked very hard to keep his voice dry and even, but I could see the small tremors from his repressed laughter.
“I could conjure them for you if you’d like.”
I pretended to consider that for a moment while Bella quickly explained about the Goo Goose from Fox In Socks in a whispered rush. When I spoke it was in a tone that said my mind was made up.
“No, stupid thing would just crap on the carpet.”
Harry nodded in mock consideration; our eyes met a moment later and we lost control of our laughter. My family joined in and it set a light and happy atmosphere. Finally I waved my hand at the table grandly.
“These are for you.”
Harry tilted his head to one side in a pose I knew meant he was trying to figure something out that he felt he should already understand.
“You did my shopping for the party?”
There was blatant shock on everyone’s faces at the honest confusion in his voice, but Emmett and I had expected something like this; Harry still had a neglected little boy inside him who didn’t understand that people would want to give him something just because they cared about him. Emmett answered, his voice gentle in a way that only Harry and I had ever heard before.
“No, ducky, these are for your birthday. We did get some of your shopping for the party done, though. Mostly the groupies.”
His eyes widened as they roamed over the table again; his voice wasn’t much more than a breathy whisper.
“It’s more than I’ve ever had.”
Alice laughed her pretty tinkling laugh.
“Yes, we tend to go overboard with presents. I guess it can be a bit much all at once.”
Harry nodded but I understood what he’d actually said; this wasn’t just more than he’d ever gotten at once. This was more than he’d ever gotten put together. I know that Emmett understood as well without even having to look at him; Emmett seemed to understand the oddest, most random things about Harry and I without needing explanations.
Yet he didn’t understand our fascination with seeing him in well tailored pants. Silly man didn’t understand that the people he was sleeping with really liked to see his ass and legs well highlighted.
Harry took another sip of coffee, less carefully this time, and drew in a sharp breath before standing quickly and moving around me to stand beside Emmett. Without waiting for instructions Emmett cupped his hands and held them up. Harry placed his coffee cup in them and Emmett’s large hands wrapped around the thick glass carefully. They stayed that way for several minutes, ignoring the confusion from my family, before Harry leaned down to give Emmett a lingering kiss of thanks and reclaim his beverage. Harry retook his seat and downed the liquid quickly. Once the cup was empty Harry set it down and looked around the table with a look of obviously contrived innocence.
“What? He makes a great reverse microwave!”
While everyone laughed in shock Harry reached for the nearest gift and started unwrapping. He was properly enthusiastic over everything, thanking each giver individually. By the time he was finished making his way through everything he finally realized that he was still in his pajamas, so he went to shower and dress. I sat chatting with Mom and Alice about the upcoming Ball while Bella started poking around in the kitchen with the intention of making lunch for the humans; apparently Harry’s Dr. Seuss commentary this morning helped to mellow her out. I still wasn’t sure what was going on there, but I planned to keep my eye on her. Dad and the boys moved into the living room and turned on the PS3 while we continued our conversation. After awhile I heard Harry’s quiet voice.
“Hey, babe, can I speak with you for a moment please?”
I excused myself and went into our bedroom. Harry was getting dressed while I shut the door, and his rarely used wand made an appearance to cast what I knew to be a privacy charm. I didn’t react to that, used to his magic by now (no matter how rarely he used it), and sat at the vanity while he dressed. Once he was finished he sat at the end of the bed almost nervously. After a few more minutes of silence he met my eyes.
“When we got together you and I reached an accord first before presenting the possibility to Emmett.”
I nodded, reaching for his hand; I wasn’t sure where he was going with this but I will admit that I was concerned. Harry squeezed my hand reassuringly, raising it to his lips for a gentle kiss before continuing.
“I wanted to speak with you again before presenting the possibility to Emmett.”
I raised an eyebrow in question, almost intrigued by this. I still didn’t know where he was going with this, but I was less concerned now. He seemed to lose his courage for a moment so I stood and took the single step necessary to sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close, drawing comfort from my presence. Finally he took a deep breath and met my eyes again, fairly radiating determination.
“I’d like to change my hairstyle. Instead of showing that I’m searching for a spouse I’d like to say that I’m in a committed relationship, if it’s alright with you two.”
I admit it; I squealed like a tween at a Jonas Brothers concert. I also crushed Harry to me so hard it would have broken him if he had been less sturdy. When I released him he chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I kissed him with all the love I had for him.
“That’s definitely a yes, ducky. Let’s tell Emmett.”
Harry pulled down the privacy charm and we called Emmett, who didn’t react to seeing me in Harry’s lap; this was not the first time we’d sat this way, and it would not be the last. Harry recast the charm and we explained Harry’s idea. Not surprisingly, our big romantic teddy bear was all for it. Then Emmett took it one step further, asking how he and I should wear our hair to reflect the same thing. Harry’s face lit up; sometimes he had a lot of trouble believing we truly loved him the same way he loved us. To see such joy at something as simple as a public declaration of commitment was both gratifying and heartbreaking; I was a little annoyed with myself for not thinking of it first, but Emmett is such a wonderful man that he did it for me. The hairstyle for me was fairly elastic; don’t wear it down. This left me with thousands of possibilities, which I enjoyed because I do like to keep things fresh. Emmett’s hair would have to be grown to use a set style, something he was willing to do but Harry and I were firmly against; we loved his curls.
When we went back into the living room the others were giving us questioning looks, having been unable to hear our conversation. Bella was the sole exception; she just gave us a smile and set out the sandwiches and chips she’d prepared for the meal.
“And now you guys know how the rest of us feel.”
Harry burst into laughter, drawing laughs from Emmett and I as well. Jasper joined in, followed by Alice, and soon everyone was laughing at the frustratingly accurate statement. We gathered around the table while the humans ate, discussing our plans for the afternoon. Everyone had something they wanted to do but Harry took control.
“Alice saw us doing something, and I think I know what it is. I just need to send a letter and everything will be set.”
That stopped us cold (pun fully intended) but Harry ignored it, finishing his sandwich and summoning a notebook and pen to him. The family jumped at the obvious use of magic (he’d only ever cast the earlier privacy charms around them before) but Harry ignored it and wrote out a short letter that I didn’t bother trying to read over his shoulder. He then did something even I had never seen before. He went to the front door, opened it, and whistled a pretty sound almost like a song I’d never heard before but felt I should know. The most beautiful snowy owl flew in, landing on Harry’s shoulder. He ran his fingers through her feathers and she straightened loose bits of his hair with her beak; it was like watching family and I knew this had to be Hedwig. She was, and when Harry introduced us to his owl she seemed to appraise Emmett and I closely before flying over to land on my shoulder. She nuzzled her beak into my hair and allowed Emmett to pet her; we’d gotten the seal of approval. After several minutes of mutual adoration Harry asked her to deliver a letter. She agreed, allowing him to tie it to her leg before taking off back out the door. He didn’t tell her who to deliver it to, but it didn’t seem to matter because she was a smart owl who could figure it out on her own.
While we were waiting for whatever we were waiting for Harry went back into the bedroom again. I could hear him pull out and unlock his trunk. He rummaged around a bit before locking it and putting it back in the closet. When he rejoined us in the living room he was carrying several heavy black robes over one arm. He handed them around, casting charms to size them properly; Alice was particularly interested in this bit of magic, and Harry promised to have Hermione talk to her about them once the Witch returned. To say we were surprised when a small green thing that looked like a cross between a C.H.U.D. and a zombie raisin appeared in the living room with a loud cracking sound would be an understatement. It takes a lot to surprise a single Vampire and this little thing surprised seven.
Harry, of course, thought this was hilarious. So did Bella. So did the zombie C.H.U.D raisin.
Harry introduced us to Winky, explaining that she was a House Elf, which we’d heard of but never seen. Emmett, with his usual irreverence, complimented her on her ability to startle Vampires. Her response was equally irreverent and sent Harry into fits of laughter that he did not bother to explain.
“Winky is just that good, Mr. Tall Vampire, Sir.”
Then she turned to Harry.
“Wizards is supposed to be breathing, Great Master Wizard Harry Potter, Sir.”
Harry laughed harder while Winky wandered over to Emmett and handed him a box, telling him it was the Portkey. We didn’t know what that meant but assumed it was what Harry had asked for. She left with an equally loud crack and as soon as Harry calmed down he explained that it was our transportation to Salem. At 1:32 we were all touching an unfolded newspaper and the world was spinning around us.
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