A/N I have a feeling that you guys are going to like this one. And forgive me for my absense. :) But I do have ont question, a Reader's opion:

If you could have any male from the story (I'm talking adult such as Snape, Lupin, Sirius) Could have a child he didn't know about who would you make it be?

Review your answer the the question and your thoughts on this chapter!

Third Person

Samantha glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall and noticed it was past time for her to be getting back to the truck. Hearing laughter she recongised her eyes flickered up the stairs and on the landing she could see George surrounded by a group of people his hands moving as he told a story. She smiled, something about George made her feel fuzzy. Maybe this year, she cut the thought off almost immediatly. She'd always said that and always chickened out.

Weaving her body expertly inbetween the others she made her way up the staircase. "George!" She called catching his attention. "George, hate to interrupt what I'm sure is a very entertaining tale but we have to go. It's time, and your brother just kicked this guy's ass-" She sighed realising she was getting no where as he was still jabbering and flirting with a cheap blonde. She pushed through, grabbed his wrist, and began dragging him. "Let's go."

"Well pushy!" George said in a very slight way slurred.

"Oh please, it would take a bull dozer and ten Auroras to get you away from that cheap piece of blonde trash."

"Don't call Angie that, she's a nice girl. Maybe a little easy but I wouldn't mind taking on a few-"

"George she's a tramp. Anyways," I said pushing open the front door. "Your brother, as I was saying earlier, played hero for Taylor. Kicked Will's ass, kicked it extremely good, well I could have done better but seeing as this is Fred we're talking about it was pretty good."

"Day-um! Go twin." He said absently. "And you can let go of my wrist now, I'm following you."

Sam looked down at her hand still tugging him along by the wrist. Blushing slightly she dropped it. "Yes well we never know with you do we know?" She pushed a piece of her own blonde hair out of her eyes.

When they reached her truck Fred was already inside and jumped slightly as they opened the front doors. "Playing hero these days I hear?" George said, well more asked, as he climber in and buckled his seat belt. Fred merely shrugged still starring mesmerized by the girl in his lap. "I don't understand you two at all."

"Nor do I." Sam said.

"What do you guys mean?" Fred asked defensively.

"Don't play dumb. You guys should just quit playing stubborn hard to get and just go out. I mean it can't be that hard you guys practically already are subtract the PDA." Sam rattled on as she backed out.

"She doesn't like me like that." Fred saw no reason to deny how he liked her when they clearly already knew.

"Darling," Sam drawled imitating a woman of the south. "She likes you. She likes you a lot like that. Maybe she's not admitting it. Maybe she's not acting like it. But she does. SHE LIKES YOU LIKE THAT!" She hit the steering wheel for emphasis.

In her sleep Taylor turned over groaning slightly. "Shut up Sam, you're going to wake her." Fred snapped. "You guys just need to lay off. You're all like this. You, You, Mum, Dad, and everyone else always saying "You should date." or maybe "You would look adorable as a couple." Maybe that's why we never have!" Silence met his out burst.

The silence hung leaving each to their own thoughts. Only thing breaking it was the Taylor's quiet breathing, that ever so often was interupted with a sharp intake of breath. Fred stared out the window his jaw set and his lip throbbing. His nose hurt too.

The Burrow appeared a welcoming sight. When Sam pulled up, they got out, and bid each other a temporary fair well. "See you in one and a half days guys. Get your face fixed Fred. Give Tay my love when she wakes up." Then she drove off.

When they opened the door and stepped into the darkness both relaxed thinking they were in the clear. Until they heard a voice say, "And exactly where have you three been?"

A light flickered on to reveal Bill standing there looking almost smug. "What the hell is wrong with Taylor, and your face?"

"Taylor is passed out from exhaustion, and stress. My face is from a fight. I'm going to put Taylor to in her bed then I'll come back down so you can yell at us." Fred still carrying a sleeping Taylor walked up the stairs. Just as he reached Ginny's door Taylor woke her eyes fluttering open.

"F-Fred?" She asked.

"Last time I checked. Now go back to sleep."

She wiggled out of his arms and onto her feet. She hugged him. Taking his face in her hands she looked him in the eyes. "I've thanked you before but seriously, Fred. Thanks. For everything."

He shrugged. "It's my pleasure."

They stared into each others eyes. Caught without a sense of time passing. She stood on her tip toes slowly and he leaned down slightly. There was a moment, just a moment, of hesitation. As a diver might hesitate before the biggest jump of their life. This hesitation gave way.

And they kissed.

It was the first kiss. It was soft, sweet, gentle, passionate and caring. Yet at the same time it was hungry, craving more, lustful, it was everything and nothing. It was over whelming. It was the start of something, the end of another.

One kiss.

A single kiss.

Could it change everything?