Next chapter thinggy.

I have a few more ideas but if you guys want to submit a request you can on my Tumblr (Link is on my page and it doesn't have to be this paring, it could be your own). I am trying to keep things somewhat linear(ish) and I also think I am going to trade off on POVs. It's fun and I write what I find fun.

Also, reviews mean a lot to me, they help with creative juices.

And how much fun can one man take?
You walk past and I go crazy

-Flo Rida: That's what I like

Gentle, that's how Fred would describe Rose. Gentel. The way she listened to him or watched the people around her. She was never the center of attention, merely the gentle voice adding a soft "mmmm" of agreement to any conversation she was apart of. Fred could talk to her for hours about his thoughts and opinions on matters and she would gently add her soft voice in when necessary. It always felt like all her attention was taken up by only him and he adored it.

Gentle was the way he would describe the way she walked. You would never hear her coming or going. It was as if she was a ghost drifting through not saying a word. The first time they had met she had scared the daylights out of him because he hadn't heard her walk up to him as he had snuck into the poison's stock room. This silent walking technique always came in helpful when playing a prank on someone. Whenever he asked her to help them him and George play a prank she would always smile and let him know he was using her powers for evil. But she would always happily go along.

Gentle was the way she looked at the world. Holding silent laughter and amusement at the events that took place around her. Taking in people's actions and laughing at their decisions or moments that they hoped no one saw. She seemed to be able to see things that no one else ever did. The endless stories she could tell if anyone ever took the time to ask. And Fred did, always prying her for information and absurd stories of their fellow students and teachers.

Gentle was her touch. The way her thin hands would run down his arms before grab his hand. Her touch was as gentle as the wind. The way she would brush against him as if asking for permission to be close to him. Once her fingers intertwined with his he would hold on as if nothing in the world would make him let her go. Not even death itself could pry them apart.

Gentle was the way she kissed him. Letting him take over and control the situation and she would gently follow. It was truly addicting, her kisses. It was like the whole world would fade away and it was just the two of them. He always wanted to go fast and rough but she taught him how to kiss slowly and he had to admit he liked it better.

But her laugh, oh that laugh. That wasn't gentle at all. Sure she would chuckle and giggle at people's comments and jokes but that wasn't her laugh. That beautiful laugh.

The first time he heard it was when he and George had pulled off the greatest prank during Snape's potions class. As the students started putting together their concoctions, Crispin's suddenly exploded covering his face and hair with a bright purple powder. Last week the Huffelpuff boy had informed the twins, in front of the whole class, that if they spent half as much time on their studies as they did goofing off they would be the smartest students in the class. This had happened after Fred had juggled a few colorful bottles causing a few girls to clap and laugh. Chrispin had gotten 4 points for Huffelpuff from Snap for his insight and Fred had gotten an extra page of homework.

This had led to George and Fred coming up with the plan to dye the boy's face purple. As they had scavenged for their ingredients Fred had met Rose. After helping him find what he needed he had joined his brother to finish their revenge. The revenge which had left their whole classroom to sit utter shock. All of them looking from their classmate to Snape who stood, mouth slightly agape.

Fred looked around gauging the reactions of the room when his eyes found Rose. Her hands were clamped over her mouth for dear life. Her cheeks bright red and her green eyes wide with unshed tears. Their eyes met and Fred felt a grin spread across his face. She had known about this, in many ways she had helped it happen. He gave her a small wink and that was it.

It was as if this small action set off an explosion. The whole room turned toward the lanky girl as she shook laughing nearly falling out of her chair. The sound seemed to wash over the room like a wave. A tidal wave that explodes from her like a geyser. She desperately tried to cover her mouth but she couldn't.

At that moment Fred fell totally and utterly in love with that sound, the sound of her laughter. From moment on it became his life's mission to get her to laugh like that every second of every day. In that moment he didn't even care that he got detention or even worse. It was all worth it for that laugh.

Not her giggles or chuckles but that -not gentle at all- rib cracking, deep down to her core, laugh. It was the most beautiful sound in the world and Fred would never ever get tired of hearing it.