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Millicent sat on the couch, her face buried in her hands when she heard Ginny step through the floo. "I'm sorry I caused a scene," She said, sitting back. Tears had not fallen, but she felt a tight lump in her throat. She was so embarrassed, she wished to bury her face and scream the tension away.
"Don't be. Fred and George are always looking for a reason to cause a scene. Ever since George married Penelope, they've been having this awful contest to see just how terrible they can make the other twin feel…" She sighed and plopped herself down on the chair across from Millicent. "I have to admit, though, this was one of the better fights I've seen."
A bitter chuckle tore from Millicent's throat, "I guess that's supposed to make me feel better."
Ginny smiled broadly, "Of course it is." Leaning back, she relished in the comfort of the chair. "It started when George met Penelope. It sounds kind of sick but they met at Percy's funeral. Percy and she were very close back at Hogwarts and we all know that it's him that Penelope really loved."
Millicent didn't know why Ginny was telling her this, but she listened intently as she continued. "After Percy was killed, George really went on a downward spiral. Of course George was closest with Fred but it was Percy that George always went to with his problems and questions." Ginny swallowed hard, "After Percy died, he began drinking heavily, trying to escape the pain…and nobody could help, not even Fred. George pushed hardest against Fred and that's when the real rift began. It got worse when George started clinging to Penelope, who seemed to him the only person who felt the pain as intensely as he did."
It was a hard story, and Ginny fumbled, searching for the words, "Being so hurt, they both just turned to each other for comfort. It wasn't even a year after Percy had died when Penelope announced to everyone that she was pregnant and that George was the father."
Millicent looked puzzled, "That baby I saw was only a few months old…I thought Percy was killed before we graduated."
Ginny nodded again, "She lost that baby, stress the doctor said. But George was intent on making good, baby or not. They were married soon after and they just recently had little Percy…" Wringing her hands, she tried to soften her next statement, "Fred saw it as the ultimate betrayal. Instead of turning to him when George was in pain, he turned to Penelope. It's not all Fred's fault of course; George has completely severed ties with him and tends to ignore Fred when the family is al together. Now Fred looks for any chance to get George to talk to him, to open up about what's happening."
Millicent shook her head, "It sounds very complicated. And from what I saw, they're both suffering it." Crossing her legs carefully, she lost herself in thought.
"I'm glad it was you, Millicent," Ginny said, after several minutes of silence.
Cocking her head, Millie answered, "What do you mean?"
A smile spread over Ginny's face, "As Fred's girlfriend…I know that my mother has been pretty desperate to set Fred up. Hell, I heard from Ron that she even tried to get her to date a Parkinson! You're the best that mum's come up with."
"I'm not really his girlfriend…and I want you to know that we did not have sex on our first date! He made that up!" Her words came out in a rush, "I've never even had sex! I swear!"
Laughing, Ginny shook her head. "I believe you Millie, I do. Fred was just saying that to get a reaction out of the family." Turning toward the floo once more, she saw her husband's head poking through, "Draco Malfoy, are you spying on us?" She asked, a blush of anger coming over her features.
Stepping through, he folded his arms. "I'm not spying, Ginerva Malfoy. I don't have to; you're just bloody easy to hear."
Millicent stood up, smiling again. "Draco, it's been a long time."
"I can't believe it Millicent," He chuckled, "I always thought you'd be the first to go Death Eater."
Frowning, she placed her hands on her hips. "I could say the same for you Draco! What with Lucius breathing down all our necks to join up or die." She rolled her eyes, "How is your father?"
"Dead," Draco drawled, smirking at her. "You look good, Millicent. Marcus said he wanted to get into your pants but I thoughts that maybe he'd been drinking too much."
Shaking her head, she just laughed. "He's not exactly subtle about that. And thank you Draco, you're not looking so bad yourself. You picked a fine wife…though, I never saw this coming."
Ginny slipped her arm around his waist, "Neither did I." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, "It was nice seeing you, Millicent. I hope we can do a ladies day, me, my mum, the wives and you."
"It sounds like fun," Millicent said and watched as she made their way back to the burrow. She waited several minutes before shedding her robes and slipping into the cotton nightgown that had been hers since her first year at Hogwarts. It was very thin now but still had the warming charms that made it so cozy. She made her it all the way to the kitchen before she noticed Fred Weasley standing nervously in her living room.
It sure was a Weasley-filled day. With a sigh, she crossed her arms over her breasts, self-consciously. "Fred?" She questioned lightly.
Fred, lost in thought, jumped at the sound of her voice. "Oh! Y-you forgot your coat. I didn't want you to be cold…it's been very cold lately," He chattered nervously.
Taking the coat from him, she smiled mildly. "Thank you for bringing it back to me." He was nervous, she could see it in his face and in the jerky movements he made.
"Well, I'll just go…sorry for bothering you." Licking his lips, he turned his back.
Millicent bit her lip, "Fred, do you want some tea?"
A relieved sigh tore through him, "I would love a cup." He followed her into the kitchen and watched as she put a kettle on the stove. The nightgown she had on was worn thin with age and he could see the outline of lacy under things below. Gulping, he tried to force his mind elsewhere. "Look, I'm…" He started, looking down at his hands, "I'm sorry about today at dinner."
Sitting down across from him, she took his hand and held it in hers, "Don't worry about it, Ginny explained everything. I can understand why you're hurt."
Finally, someone who understood and who cared! "He isn't the only one who's hurting over Percy's death." Fred burst out, his hands shaking. "We all loved Percy. Sure he was a bloody arrogant arse, but he was our brother! We all loved him!"
Stroking his hand gently, she felt the pain in his words. "I can't imagine what you're feeling. I'm so sorry." She didn't know what possessed her, but she reached over and pulled him into a hug.
Her arms around him made something in him feel…whole. Snaking his arms around her, he held tight. "Thank you, Marlene," He whispered into her dark hair. He wasn't sure exactly how it happened but before he had a chance to blink, their lips were together, pressing insistently, passion crackling between them.
She was fairly certain that she had initiated the kiss…but she couldn't exactly remember anymore. Fred was touching her now, undoing the buttons of her nightgown to expose her breasts to the cold night air.
Their hearts began to beat faster, their minds spinning off into another land and then…
The loud whistling of the kettle startled them both. Millicent jumped back, breathing heavily. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she pulled away. Pulling the kettle off, she touched her hand to her swollen lips. "We really shouldn't do this…"
Standing up, he placed his body flush against her. "Why, Marlene? Why shouldn't we do this?" His arousal sprang to life as it touched her hip. His hands found her waist and he began to massage her sides.
His ministrations made her legs feel weak and she leaned into him, "I…I've never done this before." She answered, her cheeks reddening for what seemed like the billionth time today.
"Sex in the kitchen?" He asked, smiling wickedly as he began kissing down her neck.
"No…I've never had sex, period." She said, forcing her eyes away from him. "I know, it sounds stupid but I just never found anyone that I felt I wanted to give myself to."
Fred pulled back, staring in shock. "I'd never believe in a million years that a woman as beautiful as you was a…virgin. But you're not lying about this, are you?" He could barely breathe…a virgin? Not even the girls that his mother had come up with were virgins.
Millicent shook her head, taking a few steps away from him. "Nope, not a lie." His shock was very flattering, as he had told her she was beautiful. "And I don't want my first time to be a one night stand. Not that I think you would I just…want it to be special, you know?"
Swallowing, Fred nodded, "You know that I can't promise you forever, Marlene." He was going to be honest…for some reason. If it were any other girl he probably would've lied and told her just about anything to get her into bed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Fred," She responded, feeling her heart sink, "I'm not. Even if nothing happens and I never see you again, I finally had a day with a real family. Sure, it wasn't perfect…but what family is?" A strangled laugh came from her, "I should be thanking you."
A knot formed in his stomach, "Don't, Marlene…you don't need to thank me. It was our pleasure to have you and…" He was going to say it, "I hope you can come back again soon. Maybe next week? I know mum would be very happy to see you."
Of all the things Millicent had been expecting, another invite to a family dinner had not been high up on the list. But she wouldn't pass up an invite like that so quickly, "I'd love to go, what time should I show up?"
"We usually start arriving at five and dinner is at six. I could come pick you up…you know, if you wanted." His mouth was moving but he couldn't believe what was coming out of it. If he wasn't so emotionally involved right now, he would've thought he was being 'Imperioed' by his mother.
Nodding, she smiled. "That would be great. I can't wait." She moved toward the fireplace and watched as he grabbed some floo powder.
"See you on Sunday, Marlene." He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before disappearing through the flames.
Falling back onto the couch, she let her shock flow over her. In one day she had a fabulous date with Fred Weasley, had dinner with his family, nearly had sex with the man in her kitchen no less and been invited on another family dinner date! This certainly was an interesting premise for a story! Jumping up, she poured herself that cup of tea, got her parchment and her quill, and began to write furiously.