There's Nothing Wrong

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognisable.

Pairing: Fred W./OC

Rating: M (Scenes of a sexual nature.)

Summary: Remember the paper shop girl from Christmas 1996? Well, she had a bigger impact on one of the Weasley twins than we ever imagined.

Chapter One

He and George had been going to the village, close to the Burrow, for as long as they could remember. It was only recent did he notice the red-head girl, who worked in the small paper shop. Both agreed that she was very pretty but secretly, Fred thought she was absolutely beautiful. Some days, he would go to the village without George but he would not have the courage to talk to her.

It was Christmas when they first went into the paper shop. Both Fred and George were stunned by the girl working there. They had never seen her before. They charmed her with simple card tricks, which was hidden with real magic. "And your card was the Queen of Hearts." George held up the card and her face lit up with surprise. "Was it?"

"Yes it was." The girl laughed and took the card from George, turning it over and examining it. "How do you do it?" Handing George back the card.

"A good magician never reveals their secrets." Fred grinned towards her. "One day, we may teach it to you."

"Catherine!" A voice called from the back room.

"I have customers, Dad!" She shouted back to him, turning her attention back to the two brothers, who had identical grins. "Is there anything else you'd like?" Looking down at their purchases of sweets and newspapers.

"That will be all." Fred smiled. This smile was different to his usual grin. It was a warm hearted smile, which made Catherine smile back. "See ya." He grinned and the two brothers left with their purchases and pack of cards.

"Catherine!" Her father shouted again.

"Coming, Dad." Catherine sighed heavily and moved into the back to help her father bring out the stock.

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It was getting closer to Christmas, the snow had fallen and settled on the ground. The majority of the Weasley's were at the Burrow, getting ready to celebrate Christmas but Fred was restless. His mind was going crazy. He needed to see her. Alone. He quietly left the Burrow, only telling George. George had seen what Fred had been acting like ever since they had met this girl. Normally, he and George would apparate to the outskirts of the village but Fred needed the walk.

He loved walking in the snow. He loved the sound and the feeling of the snow underneath his boots. The chilly wind bit at his cheeks as he walked to the top the hill, which would then lead down to the village. As he reached the top of the hill, he saw a red headed figure walking in his direction. He froze. A million things ran through his mind: walk down to her, stay where he was, or just walk away. He chose the first option; he walked down in her direction. "Um... Hi." He smiled when they got closer.

"Oh hello." She smiled shyly. She reached the top of the hill and stood in front of him. "Fred, right?"

Fred laughed lightly. "Yes, that's right. How did you know? Not many people can tell the difference between me and my twin. Not even my own mother." They laughed lightly. "Where were you going anywhere specific? To meet someone?"

"No." She blushed brightly. "I'm just going for a walk. Were you going to the shop?"

"Um... No. Well, yes. Sort of." He laughed. "I was coming to see you."

"Me?" She asked in surprise, blushing brightly. "Why we?"

Fred gave his best grin. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go and have coffee or dinner." He chuckled nervously for a moment but his chuckle and smile disappeared when he saw her face.

"I can't... I'm not allowed. My father is rather strict." She looked over her shoulder and down at the village.

"Oh I see." Fred sighed heavily. "I'll leave you to carry on with your walk." He turned away and slowly began to walk down the hill, back in the direction of the Burrow.

"You could come with me." She called after him. "I walk out of view of the village." Smiling gently as he turned around to face her. "I could do with the company." She waited. A smile spread as Fred walked back up towards her. She led him away from the village. They walked around the area, away from the view of the village. "My father is strict. There's only me and my brother but I am the eldest and most likely to get into University."

Fred nodded slowly. "I see. My brother and I have started our own business."

"Wow!" She said in surprise. "How old are you?"

"18." He chuckled. "We started it in school and now we have enough money to open our own shop. Which we've done." They smiled as they walked in the snow. "George is more of a businessman than me. He is in charge of the money but we develop the ideas together." He was being careful with his words. He knew she was a muggle and he couldn't give away too much.

"What is your business?" She asked curiously.

"We're a joke shop. Um... Weasley's Joke Shop." He lied. The name of the business would definitely give it away. "The shop is in London."

"Oh right." She chuckled softly. "I've never been to London. Not sure if I want to go though."

"Why not?" Fred wanted to laugh but he forced himself only to grin.

"Friends of mine have been and they have a big hype about it. I don't understand how one city with all its sight can generate so much excitement." She laughed nervously. "I don't know. It's a bad excuse I think."

Fred grinned at her. "Well maybe you will go one day and you will love it."

"Probably." She laughed and tucked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. "I best be getting back. My Dad will be going mad if I'm not home soon." Biting her lower lip and looking in the general direction of the village. "I usually walk everyday. So if you wished to, you can join me." She blushed lightly and avoided looking at him.

"I'd like that." He smiled. "What time?"

"Meet here at 3?" She slowly began walking away from him. "If I don't get here on time, don't worry. I'm not very good with time-keeping."

"Okay." Fred laughed and nodded, moving in the opposite direction to her. "See ya!" He called with a wave. She turned and waved back to him, rushing down the hill and back to the village. He watched her go. Smiling as her long red hair flowing behind her as she ran down the hill, being careful of the snow and being careful not to slip. Once she disappeared from his view, he turned around and slowly returned home.

A/N: This idea came to me after re-reading the Half Blood Prince. It will probably be a few chapters long but might turn into a long fic. What do you think?

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