Forbidden yet Foreseen

Life

"I promised you a walk!"

Holidays went on without any notable events. The hope of enjoying the last days of freedom before Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George had to go back to Hogwarts was tiny, there seemed to be no more time to be on one's own. Everyone prepared to continue their school term; Harry, Ron and Hermione preparing to have OWLs, Fred and George to have their NEWTs – even if the latter hadn't yet thought about the matter of graduating.

For Ginny, nothing special was ahead. At least, nothing special containing school things…

It was the last night at the Burrow when Ginny sat in the armchair at the fire, reading the Quidditch book she got from Hermione. She had been sunk deep in an article about how to fool a foul bludger, when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

She didn't look up, she kind of knew who came down.

Everyone else seemed to be in their rooms, sleeping earlier because they all had to get up the next morning to catch the Hogwarts Express (bringing them back to Hogwarts) in time. Ginny wasn't tired yet, knowing that she could probably sleep in a compartment of the train – and it seemed someone else was thinking the same.

"Hey love", she heard a quiet voice whisper.

Ginny smiled at her book, before turning her head to the left where a grinning red head appeared next to the armchair.

"Hey", she replied, shutting the book and shifted on the chair to turn around. "Is George asleep?"

"Let's say… busy", Fred replied, leaning on the armchair, smirking mischievously. "I jinxed his underwear. Every time he'll put it into his trunk, it will jump out of it again!"

"That is so you", Ginny replied, laughing.

He sat down next to her, pulling one arm around her.

"But he will find out", Ginny added.

"Yeah, probably", Fred said. "But he'll just think it's my revenge to him jinxing my beater bat!"

Ginny suddenly remembered how it had hit Fred during their game of Quidditch that afternoon.

"So", he closed the topic, leaning closer to Ginny. "You're not tired yet?"

She just watched him, the corners of her mouth twitching. "What about you?", she asked.

"Nope", he said slowly, resting his head against hers.

"What do we do about the fact that everyone else is… busy?", she said, playing with his fingers.

He looked at the small window next to the fireplace. All he could see was a black sky. Night.

"What about a little walk?"

"Outside?"

"Well, we also can walk through the house", he said, winking. "But I prefer the night air… don't you?"

Ginny grinned. "Of course!"

It was then when Fred got up and held out a hand to Ginny when they heard steps on the stairs.

Ginny's heart missed a beat. She instinctively grabbed her Quidditch book and held it in front of her face, pretending to read. Fred on the other hand leapt forwards and hastily lay down on the couch, pretending to sleep, even letting out quiet snorts.

When an angry looking George entered the living room, Ginny bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

"What are you doing here?", George asked Ginny before noticing his twin lying on the couch. "YOU!", he blurted out and threw the nearest item he could reach (what happened to be a wooden bowl) at Fred who lazily caught it with one hand before sitting up.

"You've always been a bad chaser!", Fred said and threw the bowl back at his twin who didn't even move to catch it. The bowl clattered loudly on the ground, making Ginny jump.

"Guys!", she hissed, leaping up to put the bowl back at the sideboard. "You'll wake Mum and Dad!"

The twins exchanged gazes and grinned at her (Fred winked).

"Yes, dear mother!", they both said.

Ginny out her hands on her hip and glared at them, her forehead furrowed.

"We'll be quiet, Gin, don't worry", Fred said before stepping to his twin, addressing him in a challenging tone. "So, George, you seemed to be happy to see me, were you not?"

George narrowed his eyes.

"Well, maybe you know why my underwear bounces up and down our room?", he asked.

"It does?", Fred replied innocently. "It was supposed to just bounce off your trunk", he added, before he quickly got out of his twin's reach, grabbing the hand of a rather surprised Ginny (who witnessed the scene absentmindedly). He then pushed open the front door and left with Ginny, George right on their tail.

The first thing, that Ginny felt, was the extreme cold night air punching her face and it felt as if thousands of needles sank into her flesh. She squeezed Fred's hand as he pulled her after him through the dark. The snow underneath her feet made squeaky sounds and she suddenly realized she was only wearing slippers, trousers and her new blue sweater. Her skin seemed to freeze right away. Her breath came out in white puffs that danced in front of her face as she hurried through the night.

She heard heavy footsteps behind and in front of her, but she couldn't see anything but blackness. She then felt that Fred made a quick turn and leapt behind something that appeared to be a bush covered in snow. She wanted to ask him what he was up to but he read her mind and placed a hand over her mouth. She tried to search his eyes in the dark but couldn't see anything except the white puffs in front of her face.

Suddenly she heard George's footsteps stop as well before someone kicked snow in their direction and muttered angry words. After that she saw a shadow quickly walking back to the front door of the Burrow. A door closed with a loud thud and then there was silence again. Fred lowered his hand from her mouth. She then realized that she was kneeling in the cold snow that felt uncomfortable and wet and just not nice.

She shivered and rubbed her arms inattentively. Behind her Fred moved in the snow, then his arms lifted her up into a standing position again. She turned around to see his face very close to hers. She immediately forgot about the cold around her and just grabbed the front of his shirt in jest. He pulled his arms around her.

"So we are outside now", he said quietly, his voice slightly shaking from the cold.

"Yep", she replied, turning her head a bit.

"What now?"

"Well… good question…", she said, shivering.

"Wait here, okay?", he suddenly said, letting go of her.

"Where are you going?", she asked a bit shocked.

"Grabbing our coats. I promised you a walk, remember?"

With that he left her standing beside the bush. Even if she was just a couple of seconds alone, she suddenly felt the grip of fear and panic when the coldness of the night crept up her legs. She felt her heart beating faster when Fred approached her again, her coat in one hand, an old oil lamp in the other. She took the coat and put it on, relieved to know she banned the cold from her body at least for some moments.

Fred then took her hand and walked her to the edge of the forest. Her eyes finally got used to the dark and she could see some outlines of trees in front of them. The oil lamp in Fred's other hand also gave them a bit more light. Ginny looked up at Fred who smiled down at her.

"I missed you", she whispered. "I mean, yeah, I saw you every day, every minute, but I missed… this… it's so weird, it's just –"

He interrupted her by planting his lips on hers. They soon broke away again. Ginny pulled one arm around him, leaning against his chest.

"I know, love", he whispered into her hair. "You regret it?"

She turned her head to look at him. "No, I don't regret anything!"

He leaned in to kiss her again.

"But I still feel a bit… -"

"Weird", he finished. "Yeah, me too…"

They both locked eyes, standing in the snow, holding each other.

"You know", Ginny said after a while. "I'm really scared… afraid of what happens when they found out…"

"They won't", Fred replied, sounding rather confident about it. "And even if, let's just not think about it! It's not worth the thought! We'd rather enjoy it… right?"

"Yeah", she breathed against his chest. "But it's hard to enjoy it when we… can't show it… isn't it?"

Fred put down the oil lamp and took her face in his hands, looking at her intensely. Her heart suddenly missed a beat and she felt something rush through her veins. She immediately forgot about everything around her and everything about the boy standing in front of her. He wasn't her brother anymore; he was something more. He'd always been there for her – unknowing by her for she'd never really appreciated her brother's protectiveness like she should have. She now knew about their desire to take care for her and she knew that Fred seemed to be taking this task very seriously.

She looked up at him, his blue eyes shimmering in the light of the oil lamp. She couldn't but smile at him, feeling her throat squeezed again. Her heart jumped against her ribs, her mind raced. She felt herself fall in love. Not with her brother but with her soul mate. She'd always loved him and she always knew he'd love her back. And there had been always the right essence of trust. She trusted him so much she would probably try to jump from the Burrow's roof, knowing he would catch her. Even if this sounded stupid in her mind, she couldn't care less right now.

She stood in front of the boy – the young man – she wanted to spend every minute with. His hands around her face, he smiled down at her, wanting just the same. A sudden noise interrupted the lovely scene. They both jerked they heads into the direction that noise had come from, breaking away immediately.

"Who's this!", a sleepy voice called from above through an open window.

But Fred and Ginny quickly grabbed the oil lamp and ran back into the house.

A/N: This was the first part of Life, two more are about to come! So, Fred and Ginny... weird, yet... I was really struggling with myself. I didn't want this to get too cheesy or too... scandalous (if you know what I mean...). I wanted this ship to be cute, nice, loving and romantic, yet I didn't want to change these characters by turning them into mindless love fools... it was tough... so, I'm not sure... please read on, read Life and tell me what you think!

And I still don't own anything... nope!

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