Forbidden yet Foreseen

Life

"You're ruining the moment!"

After dinner Ginny was back in the common room, lying on the couch in front of the fireplace. She'd read one of her schoolbooks to be prepared for tomorrow's first school day after the holidays. After reading the first words of "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4" by Miranda Goshawk, Ginny had fallen asleep right away.

It was almost midnight when Fred entered the common room. He had been strolling through the castle since he had left dinner, and with Ginny somehow ignoring him, he had visited the house elves down in the kitchens. Now he saw her lying on the couch in front of the fire and slowly walked towards her, kneeling down next to couch, watching her in her sleep.

He carefully removed the book from her chest over which she had fallen asleep. Her Charms schoolbook. The right bedtime story. He sighed slightly, caringly pushed a hank of her red hair out of her forehead. She looked so innocent. And he still couldn't believe what he was doing. How could he be that irresponsible? Well, no one expected him, Fred Weasley, to be responsible – but everyone thought of him to be a good brother. What will everyone think about the fact that he was much more to his sister than a brother?

The thought that he was actually in love with his sister stroke his mind. That was so weird. Yet it seemed to be … everything he wanted to do right now. He had always been a rule-breaker – so actually he didn't do anything unusual. He looked down at Ginny, seeing her chest go up and down slowly. Sweet girl. Maybe he did the wrong thing. Maybe it was no good at all to let this happen. He didn't care about what the others thought about him, but he cared about what they might think about her. How he could destroy her life…

He slowly pulled back from her, sitting on his knees, the fire smouldering behind him. He threw her one last glance before he got to his feet again, sighing deeply, a lump in his throat. It was then when he felt something touch his leg. He looked down at Ginny who stared at him with her eyes wide open. He tried to smile at her but something kept him from doing so. So he just looked at her, his heart suddenly as heavy as a Hungarian Horntail.

"What's wrong?", he heard her voice whisper but he couldn't reply. "Fred?", she asked again, sitting up on the couch.

He then shook his head and walked away from her.

"Fred!"

He stopped, feeling her hands on his arm when she stepped next to him, looking up at him.

"Tell me", she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

"It's nothing, Gin", he then said, afraid his voice would crack entirely.

"But… but, Fred, you look so sad!", she said alarmed. "You… you never look sad…"

A slight smile broke from his face. Rubbing his face with one hand, he turned to Ginny, grabbed her hand and led her back to the couch. They both sat down.

"What is it?", Ginny asked, clutching his hand.

"Ginny, I'm… I'm not sure we're doing the right thing", he said, not looking at her.

She stared at him. After a while she just pulled her arms around him and pressed her face against his chest. He put an arm around her, unable to say or do anything else. It was Ginny who broke the embrace again, kneeling next to him on the couch, touching his face with both hands, stroking his cheeks gently.

"Do you remember what you said back at the Burrow?"

Before he could answer, she went on.

"You said we should first make mistakes before crying about them –"

"Learn from your mistakes…", he replied, quietly, locking eyes with her.

She nodded and smiled at him, before kissing him quickly on his lower lip.

"I'm afraid as well, Fred", she said, still holding his face in her hands. "But I think we can do it… and besides, we haven't done anything yet, have we? Let's cry afterwards, shall we?", she added with a grin.

He looked at her, a smile twitching in the corners of his mouth. "Blimey, I hope you know that I love you…", he said and leant in to kiss her.

She lowered her hands to pull them around his neck, drawing him closer to her so that their chests were pressed together, his arms holding her tightly. They sank into a passionate kiss, soon forgetting about the misery they had felt before.

Time passed by, after long cold winter months a rather warm spring followed – and along with the blossoming trees and flowers, another thing grew stronger.

"Psst", Ginny heard a sound from within an empty classroom when she headed downstairs to the Great Hall. It was dinnertime and she was starving. Yet she followed the 'psst' into the classroom. With her entering, the door seemed to be closing on its own. Yet when the door was closed, she could see Fred standing behind it, grinning at her.

"Good evening, love", he said and his tone made Ginny laugh. He sounded like an old, distinguished lord or at least like his butler.

"Evening", she replied, bowing her head a little.

Fred took her hand and planted a kiss on it. She giggled whilst her stomach made a gurgling sound that made her blush a little.

"Are my ears really hearing the sound of a starving little lady?", he asked, before he put her hand on his arm and led her towards the back of the classroom.

There, Ginny could see a small round table with a candle on it, two plates and two goblets. Fred led her to one of the chairs, pulling it back for her so that she could sit down on it before he pulled it back to the table. He then sat down opposite her, smiling.

"Oh Fred, this is so sweet", she said, looking around to see even more candles hovering in mid-air.

He merely grinned at her and poured her some butterbeer.

"So, you're hungry?", he then said and pointed at a small table next to the one they were sitting on.

Ginny caught a glimpse of everything she could have found in the Great Hall as well. Knowing that Fred probably "burrowed" it from the kitchens below, she grinned and told him what she liked. They ate and drank together until Ginny's stomach seemed to be bursting. When they were finished, Fred let everything disappear with a flick of his wand. He then walked around the table and held out his hand to Ginny.

"I wonder", she began, grinning, while she stood up from the chair. "Where you've hidden the real Fred?"

"I am the real Fred, dear", he said with a wink. "You just never noticed this side of me!"

"Yeah, that's true", she admitted. "And I'm glad I finally know about it."

She then rested her hands on his chest, looking up at him. Watching him in the dim light of the candles' flames, she saw something sparkle within his eyes. She smiled and got up on the points of her toes to plant a short kiss on his lips before pulling her arms around his waist. He replied the embrace and held her tightly. Breathing into her hair, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warmth. Everything seemed to be possible that evening…

It was the night before the first of April and Ginny lay again on the couch in front of the fireplace. She was buried in books again but this time it was only camouflage. She was waiting. Waiting for someone to return from his nighttime stroll. When the portrait hole swung open, she quickly closed her eyes – but quickly caught a glimpse at a red haired person. Since they first met each other at midnight in the common room, this seemed to be something like a ritual. Using the nighttime to see each other, they met every night before they went to sleep in their own dormitory.

This night, it was Ginny who moved first. Opening her eyes and sitting up on the couch, she met his rather surprised look. Standing up from the couch, she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her, without saying anything. She led him to a room next to the staircase that was used to hold old and unused furniture that wasn't in need when there weren't many students in the common room. She opened the door and revealed a rather big room, dimly lit by thousands of candles.

There were pillows lying on the ground and old mattresses covered the plain stonewalls. At first it looked like a padded room but Fred soon discovered details that didn't belong into a padded room at all: there were roses and butterflies flying around and there was actually a little tree in the corner of the room, in flower with white blossoms. He silently chuckled at the sight of this.

"I guess this is just another side of you that I haven't experienced yet", Fred said, looking at Ginny in amusement. She quickly closed the door behind them and stared at him.

"Psst! You're ruining the moment", she hissed, laughing.

With that they could hear the loud bang of a grandfather's clock. Midnight.

Ginny looked up at Fred, holding his hands, smiling.

"Happy Birthday, big boy", she said and stretched to kiss him.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering a "Thank you" into her ear. He then lifted her off the ground, with her pulling her legs around his waist. She began to kiss him, moving her lips over his cheek towards his neck. Her hands clutched the back of his robes while her lips got hold of his earlobe. He then walked her over to the pillow-covered floor and kneeled down with her still attached to him. He laid her down, stretching next to her, one hand stroking her throat gently.

They locked eyes before he lowered his head to kiss her lovingly. In order of events, he managed to get rid of his robes, helping her to free herself from hers so that they both lay next to each other, only wearing trousers and shirts. Fred then leant on his elbow, stroking her stomach with the other hand. Ginny watched him, her gaze sleepily. He leant closer to her to keep her awake. His lips caressed her throat whilst his hand slipped under her shirt, making its way up her belly.

As he played with her upper lip, she pulled her arms around his neck, her fingers messing with his hair. She soon was lost in his touch, feeling his warmth taking over her. His skin was everywhere; his lips seemed to find every place; his hands were holding her as if life would depend on it. Ginny couldn't remember what exactly happened, but when the candles around them were burning down and sleep was hovering above her, she felt herself lying in his arms, feeling his heart beat against her chest.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against his throat, his breath tickling her skin. She soon fell asleep, knowing that she didn't want to be somewhere else right now. She couldn't know that her former living was standing on the edge of life and death.

A/N: So, it's done - again! Life is finished... let's move over to Death -gg-
What will happen after Fred and Ginny finally accept their love? Will their surroundings accept it as well or will they even have to make a most horrible decision? Read on... Death is approaching soon!

And please tell me what you think of it so far! I love reviews -lol-

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything that is attached to the Harry Potter universe... oh and this chapter wouldn't be what it is without "www-mugglenet-com" and this incredible encyclopedia (Thanks for the name of the Charms book, for Fred's birthday and so much more!)