Forbidden yet Foreseen
Resurrection
"Come what may!"
"We have to start all over again!"
It had been several weeks since the ominous reunion in the kitchens. Fred and Ginny had decided – for the sake of their lives and that of their brother George – to keep their relationship hidden (and everything else that might be out of the ordinary). They had decided to take a break, even though it had been fairly difficult to keep that promise. Yet they had tried to stay away from each other as long as possible, not to see each other, talk to each other, merely not to give either one the chance to fall into old patterns. The plan had worked quite well for a while – until, after several moments that had made them think about their well-thought-through plan, it had been obvious that they couldn't proceed like that anymore.
Hogwarts might have been a huge castle and both of them surely knew lots of secrets passages they might use to stay away from each other, but in the end, their paths crossed one too many times, screwing with their master plan.
"What do you mean we have to start all over again?"
They had tried to keep things casual, they even tried to write letters instead of ignoring each other. But by the time Fred got bored of that way of communication, it had been Ginny who had walked up to him in the common room, in broad daylight, right in front of George's curious eyes. Fred's twin, on the other hand, had been the first to react to their new situation.
After having discovered their secret, George had literally separated from his twin. They hadn't spoken for weeks. The balance of life had changed. Everyone had noticed. Yet with Fred and George not talking, another Weasley balance had drifted. It had been Ginny who had come up with the idea that it was fairly more important for Fred to get back together with his twin. Whatever it was that Fred and Ginny had had, it had to wait for the sake of her brothers' friendship.
And so it came that Fred and George had reconciled. George forgave his twin, Fred changed the subject and they had been inseparable again ever since. Yet with her brothers being friendly again, Ginny had seen that only a fool would try to destroy the peacefulness. And even though Ginny never had been a fool willingly, she couldn't go on as if nothing had happened. As they had decided to stay away from each other for a while, she had never thought that someday they would be brother and sister again – only that, and nothing more.
That was when the day came as she walked up to Fred in the common room. He had been talking to George about their newest invention, before he had looked up to his sister, a puzzled, yet aching gaze in his eyes. Before either Ginny or Fred could say anything, it had been George who broke the ice by telling them how stupid they were to ignore each other like that, bringing down the healthy sibling balance that was envied by everyone. Long story short, it had been George, the one who had brought down what they had had, who had saved their relationship – even though he had of course never intended for them to repeat their mistakes.
"I mean we have to start all over again!", Ginny said as she walked side by side with Fred through the dimly lit corridors of the castle.
"Like what? Hi, I'm Fred, and who are you?", Fred joked, watching his sister out of the corner of his eye.
"Sort of, yes", she replied, turning her head to look up at him. "I mean, we have a history, of course. But I guess it would be best if we forget about that and start all over again."
Fred finally stopped near the statue of the one-eyed witch, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Ginny came to a halt next to him, looking up and down the corridor.
"May I remind you who was so keen on getting back together, you know, back in the kitchens?", he said, looking at his sister, his gaze semi-stern, semi-amused.
"I know what I said and I still mean it. And you know, we both decided to take a break so you and George can reconcile. Which you did successfully, so now –"
"We have to start all over again?" Fred raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Ginny. I certainly can't forget what happened between us. I'm actually surprised you can. What happened to 'We can do this, Fred!'?"
Ginny bit her lip and stared up at him. He was right, of course. It was a stupid idea to start all over again, pretend that nothing had happened. And it had been a stupid idea to take a break in the first place! "You know, I hated the time we wouldn't talk or see each other…"
"You hated it? Then why did you tell me to stay away?"
"Hey, I didn't want to get into a fight when I asked you to meet."
"Hey, me neither!", Fred exclaimed, mirroring Ginny's rage.
"Then why are we fighting?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I don't either!"
"Great!"
"Yeah, great!"
They stared at each other for a while, before Fred suddenly moved forwards, making Ginny actually jump a step backwards. She gaped at him, as he tilted his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to keep you from ruining the moment", Fred hissed, a grin playing around his lips.
"Ruining the –", Ginny began, before Fred grabbed her by her upper arms and turned her around, pressing her back against the nearest wall. "Fred!"
Smiling broadly, Fred propped his arms against the wall and lowered his head to level with Ginny's wide open eyes.
"Hi", he said quietly.
"Hi", she replied barely audible, as something rose inside her. Something she had thought had gone missing during the weeks of their separation.
"So start all over again, huh?", he whispered, his nose almost touching hers.
"Sounded reasonable", she said, her eyes fixated by his, her lower lip trembling slightly.
"Well, alright, let's start all over again!"
With that, Fred drew back, grabbed Ginny's hand, pulled out his wand in the motion to tap the statue's back and sooner or later they found themselves in the dusty basement of Honeydukes in Hogsmeade village. Still holding Ginny's hand, Fred manoeuvred his way through the aisles of shelves, until he stopped near the stairs leading up into the store.
Ginny watched him in the dimness, wondering – as usual – what he was up to.
"So?", he asked after a while, looking at his sister, while leaning casually against the nearest wall, gently squeezing Ginny's hand.
"So?"
"I changed the location. Now what are we going to do next?"
"Why did you change the location?"
"Because that's what you do if you want to start all over again. Change of location."
"Right, I forgot", Ginny grinned. "Well, I guess… after that very important change of location, it might be best if –"
"Actually", Fred interrupted her, frowning. "Let's skip that talk, alright?"
Ginny tilted her head.
"We tried to be together, didn't quite work, mainly because we were too… what's the word?", Fred pondered.
"Careless?"
"Yeah, careless. So, we tried to be apart… which didn't work either, because –"
"We do have a history…", Ginny whispered.
"And it's boring without you", Fred concluded. "And yes, we do have a history we can't deny."
"Yes, we can't…"
Ginny stared up at Fred, the dimness around them absorbing the last weeks and their (lack of) incidents that kept haunting her. As for now, everything was gone from her mind but the sensation that slowly crept up her insides. The moment she had been hoping for was finally here. A moment she had both feared and longed for. Yes, it was wrong to feel that way. But whatever she had learned from her dear mother (who would rather not know about her children's behaviour for once) was, that whenever a feeling was strong enough, it didn't matter if it was right or wrong. (Sure, she never implied two of her kids having a relationship like that, but what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve about.)
The feeling that was welling up inside Ginny was strong enough to break everything that had been in their way. And apparently it was strong enough to reach two bodies at once. Fred gently pulled Ginny closer, their eyes locking in the darkness, Ginny's heart racing inside her chest. They were standing as close as humanly possible, Ginny's hands resting on Fred's chest, Fred's hands slowly closing around Ginny's back. They were not driven by the existing feeling of security, reliability, warmth or familiarity, even though they had a history, in that moment, as brother and sister reunited in the dusty basement of Honeydukes, it was pure pining and a little curiosity that made them move even closer.
"We've tried", Fred breathed, tilting his head. "We've really tried."
"But it didn't work", Ginny replied, her eyes wandering over Fred's face.
"No, it didn't", he agreed, his fingers slowly caressing the small of her back.
"And it's not our fault", she said, leaning against him.
"We've tried", he repeated, before he couldn't help himself anymore and leant down to close his lips around Ginny's.
She tiptoed against him, leaning into the kiss she had hoped for for a very long time. Drawing back breathlessly, she nodded, licking her lips. "We've tried so hard… they can't possibly blame us…"
"Hell, they just can't", Fred nodded as well, before they leant into another passionate kiss.
His arms held his sister pressed against his chest whilst their lips united and parted, sucking on one's lower, caressing the other's upper lip. There was nothing else that mattered in that exact moment as two people, unknowingly to themselves, served the saying: "Familiarity breeds contempt". But hell, they couldn't care less.
It was past midnight, the castle lay under a silent blanket of darkness, as Fred and Ginny emerged from the secret passageway, making their way back to the Gryffindor common room. Weeks of separation had taken their toll on them and so it was not at all surprising for them to be glued together. Their arms around each other, their lips hardly letting go of the other, they stumbled through the corridors. Blessed be the night time and the lack of waking souls… as they finally approached the portrait of the Fat Lady who was stark asleep, neither caring nor noticing the snogging Weasleys in front of her portrait.
Ginny finally broke free from Fred's tight grip, leaning back breathlessly, a happy smile plastered all over her freckled face. "You know", she gasped, trying to push him away playfully. "We'll wake everyone –"
"And then what?", Fred replied, equally breathless as he tried to plant more kisses on Ginny's neck.
"They'll know and we're back where we left off."
"Too bad", Fred said rather distracted.
"Yes, bad! I don't want that to happen!", Ginny hissed, cupping his face with a rather stern gaze.
Fred paused for a second, locking eyes with his sister. "Don't worry", he then said. "It won't happen!"
"Well, I hope…"
But he merely nodded and leant closer to kiss her gently what she replied just as gently, before she drew back slowly, closing her eyes and resting her head tiredly against his chest.
"I don't want to hide this", she whispered.
"Me neither", he replied. "But you know what'll happen if we are too careless. We'll be more cautious and everything will be fine. How does that sound?"
"Great", she smiled against his shirt. "That sounds just great!"
"Even though… being cautious had never been my speciality…", Fred murmured into her hair.
"True…"
"So –", he began, moving his lips to her ears, gently kissing her earlobe, before he continued whispering: "Let's just see what happens…"
"Just… like that?", Ginny muttered, turning her head to look at him.
"Come what may", he replied, stressing each word by planting a kiss on Ginny's lips.
She looked up at him, into his deep blue eyes that were merely black pits in the darkness around them. Yes, come what may. She knew it wouldn't make sense to do anything else. They couldn't plan what might happen to them. They couldn't control what was lying beneath. They just couldn't resist.
Tilting her head with a content smile looming in the corners of her mouth, Ginny nodded and leant up to signal Fred that she was agreeing by kissing him tenderly. And so they stood, safely held by the other's arms, in front of the snoring form of the Fat Lady who eventually would wake up drowsily, bitch about the late disturbance, mumble inappropriate things, yet in the end would let them enter the dark common room where brother and sister would sink into the ordinary world again where nobody was aware of the things happening around them.
At the foot of the girls' staircase, Fred kissed Ginny good night, before parting, rather unwillingly, from her.
"See you tomorrow", he whispered.
"If I decide to wake up from this…", she replied in a rather dreamy voice, sleep already washing over her as she turned a little to ascend the stairs.
"You'd better wake up, or I'll haunt you in your dreams!", Fred grinned.
"But you already do that", Ginny muttered, one foot on the lowest step.
In a blur of a moment, she turned away from the stairs and pulled her arms around her brother's neck, snuggling against him. Sighing deeply, she then tiptoed in front of him, closing her lips around his, before she, eventually, let go again.
They stood, a notch away from feeling awkward, in front of each other, until Ginny shot him a smirk and playfully hit him on the upper arm.
"So, good game, mate!", she said in a mockingly deep voice.
Fred laughed and pulled her into a bone breaking hug. "Right back at you!"
Finally parting, they exchanged smiles and both turned towards their dormitory staircase.
"Off to round two", Ginny called after him.
"I hope you're ready", Fred called back.
"Bet I am!"
"We'll see!"
And with that they entered their individual dormitories, stepping into a world that wasn't ready for what was on their minds. Not that this tiny little fact would keep them from doing anything their hearts would ask them to.
A/N:Alright, how to find an excuse for more than a year's absence and lack of update? Hmm. Tough. I don't know. I can merely say I AM SORRY. Very sorry. But you know, if a writer's block hits you on the back of your head, you don't have a choice but to fall over, right? So, basically I just needed new inspiration – which I had thanks to the fifth movie.
So right now, I'm at the beginning of my lovely holidays, three months until university starts again. Which means: new new new more more more chapters and updates and whatnot. Yes, I'm back. Go tell everyone!
As for this story, well, you know there's only one chapter left. But I'll promise all you sick people out there liking this ship that the very last chapter of this very story will be long, longer than this one, I swear! And it will be… ah, no, I won't tell you. You'll have to wait. But, on the bright side I can say, that it won't take me more than a year to finish this story. Yes, of that I'm sure.
So. Hmm. I really hope you'll forgive my lack of updates. Did I say I'm sorry? Well, I am, really. More than a year. Damn, I'm evil. So, as for that, I included a tiny summary at the beginning of the chapter as you might have noticed. Not only for you to come back into the topic, but also for me. It was quite tough to just keep on writing after such a long break. So there might be a change of style and whatnot. I hope you don't mind.
Right now, as I skim through all your reviews… I am very grateful that this story was read by so many people who like what I'm doing. I am really really thankful! THANK YOU EVERYONE for reviewing even though there hadn't been an update in such a long time. I really owe each and every one of you! THANK YOU!
Yes, there is an end to this speech, it's right here! Do you see the neon sign? Anyway, again, thank you for reading this and forgiving me. And I'll promise you an extremely (insert expression here) last chapter to this story. You won't be sorry!
Thanks again and take care! Oh and tell me if I continued this story successfully. Because I'm not sure this chapter is a real update or just a new angle to an old story… hmm, anyway, tell me, I'll appreciate every word!