Okay i really hope you like it. Also tell me if i should put lemons into it or just change the rating to something more mild?

I wake up abruptly because of a sharp pain in my arm.

'Ow…' my other hand flies to my arm and I feel Fred's hand, his nails digging into my flesh. I can hear his heavy rapid breathing.

'Fred.' I whisper, shaking him gently. I tap is cheek with my palm. 'Fred wake up.' His forehead is covered in sweat but he still feels cool. 'Fred!' I yell in panic. His grip on my hand loosens and he raises his head, his eyes half closed. 'Whats wrong?' I ask.

Nothing, why?' he says groggily.

'You are sweating, and you were gripping my arm tightly. Tell me, are you okay?' I sit up and turn on the lamp. His face is pale.

'I…' he hesitates. 'Nimare.' He mumbles.

'What?'

'J, I had a nightmare.' He sighs and sits up.

I pull him into a hug. His heart is beating rapidly. 'Want to share?' I ask gently. He shakes his head so I rub his back to calm him down and we sit like that for a bit till his eyes begin to close again and he rests his head on my shoulder which soon shifts to my lap and I stroke his hair, wishing with all my heart I could take away his pain. Soon his breathing is even once more and he is asleep.

I sigh and look at the clock. 5 am. I trace patterns gently on Fred's cheek. At least he was getting some sleep. My sleep was all gone. I pull myself out of his grip gently and swing my legs off the bed. Maybe a shower would help.

Hanging my clothes on the rack I step under the hot shower and run my fingers through my hair, breathing deep. As the water caressed my body gently and then flowed down, I felt like the stress was slowly leaving me. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I wish I could stand here forever. It's so soothing. Showers had always helped me. Usually cold ones, but in this weather, it was out of the question.

I massage shampoo into my hair and-

'J? Juliet?' I hear Fred's urgent voice.

'In here.' I call out. 'Be out in a minute.' I wash my hair quickly and pull on my clothes. I step out and the cold hits me like sharp knives. 'You okay?' I whisper to the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

'You're up.' He says getting up and walking inside the washroom and grabbing the toothpaste.

'Yeah I couldn't sleep.' I say sitting on the bed and pulling the blanket around me tightly, wondering why Fred put out the fire. 'Are you sure you don't want to sleep a bit more?' I ask as he comes out, wiping his face with a towel. He throws it onto an arm chair.

'No I don't.' he says distractedly.

'Um... Okay then you better eat. We slept without dinner.' I get up and the chill hits me again. I breathe in sharply, and Fred looks up raising an eyebrow.

'I... I'm just cold!' I chatter pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. 'Fred you're barely wearing anything!' I exclaim in horror, staring at the single shirt he is wearing. 'Let's go eat and find you something to wear.'

'No.' he says. I look up.

'What's wrong?'

'I… I want to go for a walk. It's almost six.' He hesitates. 'Like we used to.'

The memories flashed through my head. Fred and me out for a walk early morning. We both loved it. More than words could describe. The chirping birds, the twilight, the crisp cool air and no one around. The world was still sleeping and we were awake, taking in the calm beauty of it all. But that was another thing we stopped when the bad times started. The time of Voldemort. And after George died…

'Are you sure?' I ask, wondering what was behind this simple request. He nods and takes my hand, pulling me to the door.

'Wait! You're not wearing anything and it's very cold out there. We can't go like this. Let's ask the owner if he has anything for you to wear.'

Fred takes out his wand and takes the sleeve of my sweater in his hand.

'What-' I begin but he cuts me off.

'Engorgio.' He murmurs and the sweater becomes very loose on me. It becomes a small blanket and Fred pulls it on himself too. 'There, now we both will be warm.' He gives a small smile.

I giggle. 'I never thought of that.' I say as we walk out the room and his arm slips around my waist. The sleeves hang around us uselessly but it's roomy and comfortable.

The snow makes the most beautiful crunching sounds beneath our feet as we walk. It has stopped snowing. No one is out and about and that is the only sound we hear. Though I can hear Fred breathing like each breath is calculated. And my heart beating a billion times a minute. What is he thinking? I wonder looking up at the lines on his forehead. He smiles. 'Like old times isn't it?' he asks as we slow down under a tree and sit, leaning against the wide trunk.

'It is.' I say quietly. 'I...' I hesitate. 'I've missed this.' I look away, not wanting him to see just how much.

'Fuck J…' his hand rests on my cheek and tilts my head to look up at him. 'I've been meaning to say this for some time now. But every time I'm about to, I screw things up again.' His eyes close as if he is struggling for words.

'What is it?' I ask softly.

'I'm so sorry.' He whispers.

'For what?' I ask, my eyes widening in surprise.

He sighs, but his eyes look right into mine. 'I'm so sorry for everything J. For being the mess that I am. I know you've needed me. So many times. And I wasn't there for you. I was lying in some bar, drunk, while you worried for me endlessly. For yelling at you when it was no fault of yours. Heck I became a bloody vegetable. You were bathing me for God's sake. And what have I given you? More pain? Hurt? Problems? Juliet, I'm sorry for not being there to catch you when you fell. For being such a burden. I-'

'Hey,' I cut him off. 'Don't be like this. Don't. Okay? Fred you aren't a burden and you never were. I need you to understand that. Get it out of your head. And none of it matters. You are going through a hard time and it's okay. I'm here for you. I want to be here for you. Fred it's me. This is us. We won't ever leave each other alone, remember?' I remind him of the promise we made back in my fifth year just before he left Hogwarts.

I feel some of the insecurity and doubt leave his eyes. 'Never?' he whispers.

'Never.' I echo firmly.

His hands cup my face gently. 'I need you to know. I'm not perfect. And I probably will make mistakes in the future. But I need you. I need you to stick around because…' he closes his eyes and sighs, opening them again. 'I've forgotten what it's like to be without you by my side. And hell, I don't want to face the torture of having to learn.'

'You won't have to.' I tell him softly.

'Can you promise me that?' he whispers.

'I promise.' What it is that's making him so insecure?

'I can't promise you I won't make mistakes. But I can promise you that I will never lie to you and will always be here for you.' Fred breathes against my cheek. Suddenly, he leans in even more and hesitates for only a second before his lips touch mine. I stiffen in surprise and partial shock. His right hand slips back into my hair and he deepens the kiss and I know he is aching for a positive response. My mind becomes devoid of coherent thoughts and I start to respond slowly. Encouraged by this, his tongue nudges at my lower lip tentatively and I grant him access, letting it explore each corner of my mouth gently, as my fingers slip into his hair.

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