Author's Note: Be aware: This chapter contains mildly M rated stuff! So cover your eyes at the right time!

Forbidden yet Foreseen

Death

"Do you trust me?"

„Where have you been last night?", George asked, when Fred sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. "Lee organised a party in our room. For us!"

"And a happy birthday to you, too, dear brother", Fred said, helping himself to some orange juice.

George still stared at him.

"What?", Fred said, putting down the cup of juice.

"I asked you something!"

"Really?"

"Where have you been last night?"

"In the common room", Fred replied and grabbed a toast from the plate in front of his twin. "Must've fallen asleep…"

George eyed his twin suspiciously. Fred, however, helped himself to more toast, ignoring George. When Ginny approached the table and sat down opposite the twins, Fred looked up and threw her a short smile.

"Happy birthday, guys!", she said to them, smiling brightly. "How does it feel to be eighteen?"

George still stared at his twin and Fred was very interested in his cup of orange juice, but looked at Ginny over the top of it. She just grinned at him and poured some pumpkin juice into her own cup. It was then when the sound of rushing feathers echoed through the hall. Ginny looked up to see several owls fly towards the tables. One rather large owl flew over the Gryffindor table and freed itself from two packages and a letter. The packages landed right in front of Fred and George, the letter landed between the twins and Ginny.

Ginny grabbed the letter whilst the twins unwrapped the packages.

"Oh yeah", she heard George moan. "Yet another sweater with a G on it!"

"Always the same", Fred stated, pulling out a sweater with a big F on it. "I think Mum produces ten a day…"

"Like a factory…"

The twins looked at each other and grinned. George soon forgot about his suspicions concerning Fred's whereabouts. Watching them out of the corner of her eye, Ginny read through the letter.

"Mum's looking forward to see us on Friday", she read out.

"Wee! Easter holidays!", George said.

"Last week in freedom…"

"It's exam's time afterwards"

"Horrible!"

"Annoying!"

"I think we'd better –"

"- enjoy the last days –"

"- of what's left of our –"

"- life as Hogwarts Pranksters Number One! What about –"

"- a new prank? I'm in!"

"Great!"

Both twins shook hands.

"You guys are such…", Ginny began, staring at them after her head had been popped around as if she had been watching a tennis match.

"What?", they both asked, looking at her, smirking.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Such wonderful brothers…", she said with a wink.

Fred grinned back at her.

The week went on rather uneventful. Ginny never got to know what kind of prank the twins planned yet she heard stories about dancing armours, some rather pale looking first years and a highly distracted Argus Filch. When the week turned to its end, the Weasleys all sat on the Hogwarts Express heading back to the Burrow (while Ron's friends Harry and Hermione stayed at Hogwarts).

Back at home Ginny first went to her room, sleeping for the rest of the day, exhausted from all her midnight encounters with Fred. When her mother yelled up the stairs ("Dinner time, everyone! Dinner time!"), she got up sleepily from bed again, walking downstairs like in trance. She, however, was quite awake when she saw Fred (and George) already sitting at the table. She sat down opposite them, before looking around to see –

"Bill! Charlie!", she blurted out in surprise, having not noticed her older brothers before. She got up again to greet them, quickly being pulled into a conversation about the latest news and gossip.

"Sit down everyone! Sit!", her mother broke the bustle and poured them everything their stomachs might have been filled with.

After dinner, Ginny went to bed again – but not without saying Fred goodnight.

He was waiting outside in the gardens, watching the gnomes play Hide and Seek. He looked around when she stepped on the threshold. She rubbed her arms, wearing only a half-arm-shirt, unaware of the low temperatures. He got hold of her hand and led her around the house towards the shed in the back of the house. He stopped in front of it, leaning down to kiss her quickly on the cheek.

"Hey", he said, grinning. "Everything's set?"

She nodded. "Ready and – off!", she chuckled. "I mean, yeah, I think tomorrow night will do."

"Of course", he said, playing with her hair. "I can't wait…"

"I know you can't", she laughed and touched his face with both hands – when suddenly footsteps approached them.

Before they could even see George walk around the corner of the house, Fred let go of Ginny and opened the door of the shed.

"I told you they are here!", he then said, loud enough for George to hear, motioning towards the brooms that rested against the wall of the shed.

"But I thought we didn't put them back the last time… I even dreamt about it!"

"You definitely sleep too much, Gin", he replied, before turning around to George who had cleared his throat.

"Can I help you?", he asked, eyeing the two of them.

"Tell our little sister she's fantasizing!", Fred replied. "Such a young age and already forgetting things… poor soul!" With that he put a hand on her head and rumpled through her hair.

She threw him a (effectively faked) hurt gaze and turned around to go away. "Brothers", she mumbled while disappearing.

Fred stared after her before turning to close the door.

George watched him. "So, you decided about the name yet?", he then asked his twin about how they might call their joke-shop that apparently developed enormously – even if Fred wasn't in the mood of discussing this matters now. Without really listening to his twin, he went back into the house with George who told him about his newest ideas.

The next evening, Ginny helped her mother preparing dinner. If it wasn't on purpose she would have refused to help yet she had planned something. When everyone sat down at the kitchen table, she poured them pumpkin juice – mixed with a really special ingredient. She then sat down and carefully tried not to drink at all this evening. She watched Fred doing the same. She didn't, however, watch George who seemed to be not thirsty at all. She just focused on Fred, thinking about what lay ahead.

It was past midnight, when she opened her bedroom door to let Fred in.

"You sure?", Fred asked as he entered Ginny's room and closed the door behind him.

"They're all asleep, trust me!", she replied, taking his hand. "You'll never know the powers of a Sleeping Potion unless it's punching you to the ground!"

"You're brilliant, love", he said, grinning, before he leant in to kiss her.

"I've been waiting for this…", she said and let go of his hand to jinx the door against intruders.

Fred merely grinned at her.

She then grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed, but before they reached it, Fred pulled her into a tight embrace. She also put her arms around his neck. They locked eyes before losing themselves in a passionate kiss. While kissing, Fred pulled Ginny's sleep-shirt over her head and she unbuttoned Fred's pyjama top and got rid of it. He then lifted her up by her thighs and caressed her neck by kissing her skin. She soon got back to her feet and leant down to push off his pyjama bottoms.

She stood up again and grinned at him. "The grey ones", she chuckled, motioning towards his boxers. "I love them! Especially those brooms on it!"

"You won't see them much, I'm afraid", he replied, grinning, before he pulled her up and lay her gently on the bed.

He then entered the bed closely next to her, his body half covering hers. She looked up at him and smiled. Before she really knew it, they both lay – only covered by the bed-sheets – in a warm and comfortable cuddle. His hands stroke her skin gently while her fingers played with his hair.

"It's too bad we can only be together when –", she began, whispering, while touching his cheek tenderly – but he interrupted her.

"Don't", he just said and leant in to kiss her.

She soon forgot about the things that were on her mind when he kissed her hungrily, caressing her tongue with his. His hands wandered across her body and ran down the line between her breasts. He slowly scrambled on top of her, leaning on one arm while stroking her with the other one. He threw her a lasting look before leaning down again to kiss her even more passionately. His lips found their way to her neck and up to her ears.

"Do you trust me?", he whispered, kissing her earlobe.

"Of course", she said quietly and pulled her arms around his muscled shoulders.

He leant back to look at her. Her smile was intoxicating. He replied it and kissed her again. He then moved on top of her and soon Ginny felt as if she would fall forever, knowing that Fred would catch her just in time. Their bodies seemed to become one and she was glad she experienced this moment with the person she loved more than anything – anyone – else. She closed her eyes and embraced and kissed and just felt him. A fire seemed to be burning inside of her, a tender fire, a fire that screamed for more, a fire that would never die…

It was still burning when Fred leant back to look at her, pushing aside some hanks from her face. She smiled at him and he leant in to kiss her before he lay down close next to her, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, feeling his heart beat with the same force as hers. She pulled an arm around his waist, stroking his chest with the other hand. She felt so lucky… yet –

She quickly pushed that thought away and enjoyed his warmth. His breath tickled her skin and when he pulled up the bed sheet around them, she closed her eyes again and knew she'll never dream that sweet again.

She woke up, however, when Fred moved next to her. She raised her head and looked at him.

"I'm late", he merely whispered and broke the embrace.

Ginny watched him pulling on his clothes again. Tugging the bed sheet around her body, she tried to smile at him when he leant on the edge of her bed, his face so close to hers. He kissed her, placing a hand on her neck.

"I love you", he whispered and hugged her again.

She held him tightly, not willing to let him go again. "I love you too…", she said barely audible.

He then pulled away from her, taking her hand. "Don't be sad! Whenever you need me, I'll be there, okay?"

She nodded, smiling slightly.

He kissed her goodbye and turned to the door. He touched the handle and pulled it open – to look into his own face. Well, not his own, however, but one face identical to his. Yet this face was furrowed, and angry eyes stared at him.

"What have you done?", George said slowly.

A/N: So this was the first part of Death, hope you like it... please tell me if or if not!

Thanks again to all you guys for reading and reviewing:

NumbuhZero: Thank you -ggg- Glad this rocks your socks -jumps around in happiness-

mambosnowchick: So here's more for you -smiles- I'm totally glad you think it's cute - for that's what I wanted it to be! Thank you!

lady of the frozen flames: I'm afraid that Fred & Ginny will not not stay undetected (as you could read in this first part of Death), well, it would be boring, don't you think? -gg- So, well, cross your fingers that there might be a happy ending -smirks- I already know but I won't tell -ggg- so again, thank you for your review!

Another note on the "mildly M rated scequence": I really tried hard NOT to make it that obvious and tried to put it into a kind of romantic atmosphere ... maybe even poetic... ah gosh, I don't know... I just hope you like the way I described it... It wasn't supposed to be a porn at all, but it neither should sound like a ... well, you know the stories of the bees and the flowers, right? Well, I wanted it to be realistic yet not to direct... well, what do you think? Have I succeeded? -fg-

The next part of Death will be up soon... sooner or later, I promise!