-Grins sheepishly- I'm sorry! But I had exams and some family issues, net issues and depression :( I hope I haven't lost any readers. And here is the lemon I promised! Really hope you like this chapter. Oh and I love Fred 3

He pulls away, breaking the kiss. 'And I promise to hold you,' he murmurs against my lips. His arms slip around my waist and he looks into my eyes. 'Remember, you promised to stay.' He says softly. 'Even if you…' he hesitates. 'Regret what just happened. 'I don't know how to interpret that racing heartbeat of yours.' He smirks and I blush.

'That should tell you how to interpret it!' I say poking his arm, hard.

'Ow ow!' he laughs. 'So it's a good racing heart?'

'Fred-' I start but his lips are on mine once more, cutting me off. This kiss is more urgent and he nibbles gently on my lower lip, pulling me closer by my waist. I cup his face gently and return the kiss with the same urgency, the longing inside me, taking over.

Our lips part and I feel a bit breathless. Fred's cheeks are flushed and he kisses my cheek shyly. 'So you are keeping your promise right?'

'Fred I've missed you so much.' I say quietly.

'I know J, I'm sorry. I really am.'

I rest my head on his shoulder. I know he will go into depression again. I know that. But things were getting better. It would lessen with time, wouldn't it?

Just then my tummy rumbles loudly and I cover it with my hands in embarrassment. Fred laughs. 'When was the last time you ate, bottomless pit?'

'I'll have you know, yesterday's coffee and biscuits were the last I ate.' I say sulkily.

'Come on,' he says getting up, pulling me with him. 'Let's get something to eat.' And his fingers slip between mine like it's the most natural thing in the world.

'We'll get something from Tom's. we have to open the shop.'

'Aww Jules.'

'Come on.' I say softly as I wonder what this meant for us now. Were we in a relationship? I was afraid to ask.

His hand is still in mine as we approach the shop door. I search out the keys from my pocket and open it up and trudge upstairs to dig in to the breakfast we bought. The light of the kitchen is on and my immediate thought is burglars but the smell of fresh bagels says Mrs. Weasley is visiting.

'Mom.' Says Fred blankly. My heart sinks as we walk to the kitchen. Visits from family were always the worst in him now. Last time when Ron came to visit, Fred managed to get through four bottles of wine and broke a chair.

But as we step into the kitchen, we realize it's empty. A plate of bagels is kept on the table and beside it, a note. Fred reaches for it and reads it. 'Came to remind you about dinner at the Burrow today but nobody was home.' He reads aloud tonelessly. 'Juliet is most welcome as always. Love, mum.'

He stands there motionless, staring at the note in his hand. The expression on his face incomprehensible.

'Fred?' I say tentatively.

'It's not fair you know.' He says expressionlessly and throws the note back on the table.

'What's not fair?' I ask softly.

'This, Juliet.' anger seeps into his voice and he turns around starts to walk out. 'That I have to face this. That he left me alone. That I am the one in pain.' He shouts to me and I hear the door of his room slam.

For the first time ever, I feel angry at him.

Did I mean nothing? Did he not just apologize for what he was doing again?

I storm to his room and kick the door. 'Do I mean absolutely nothing to you?! We… we kissed, Fred!' No answer. I kick again and stomp down to the shop.

An uneasy feeling creeps into my tummy. Moonlight pours in from the windows of the shop and I close the curtains and trudge upstairs for a shower to get rid of the dust from the store room.

I still have that uncomfortable feeling after my bath so I walk to Fred's room and knock softly. 'Fred? Are… are you okay?' I wait for a moment before opening the door slowly. 'I'm coming in.'

My eyes take a few moments to adjust to the darkness and I can see his silhouette on the bed. I walk to the bed and turn on the lamp. 'Fred?' I say quietly, noticing his eyes are open, staring at the ceiling without seeing. 'You're not asleep.'

He shakes his head. 'No.'

I sigh and sit down beside him, taking his hand in mine. It feels sticky and I pull it under the dim light. Scarlet liquid covers his hand and wrist. 'What the fuck-' I notice the cuts and look at his other hand which is clutching a small knife. I grab it from his hand and throw it to the floor angrily. 'I can't believe you.' I hiss and trace my wand gently over his wrist, whispering spells. His wounds seal up slowly, only leaving scars.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down. 'Come on. Let's wash off the blood please, Fred?' I request, resting a hand on his cheek. He turns his head to look at me.

'Juliet?'

'Fred your-'

'You're angry, aren't you?'

'We-ell I'm not exactly happy.' I sigh and pull him off the bed. He walks with me robotically till the washroom and I pull his hand under the tap, rinsing off his blood gently. His fingers curl around my wrist gently and he pulls my hand away. I look up at him and his arms slip around my waist and he leans in to turn off the tap. I hold my breath as his cheek rubs against mine. I feel his breath on the nape of my neck as he pushes away my still wet hair and kisses softly. His hand trails up my arm, leaving Goosebumps on my skin and he pulls away the sleeve, exposing my shoulder. He presses his lips to it gently. I close my eyes and lean into him, clutching his shirt lightly at the waist.

Not changing position, he pulls us out of the washroom and pushes me against the wall of the room. His lips meet mine with urgency and yearning. His fingers slip between mine and he pins my hands against the wall as he leaves my lips and kisses my neck instead. I sigh softly and tilt my head back as his lips move lower, to my chest. His fingers hook themselves into the hem of my shirt and he tugs it off. His arms circle my body and he pulls us into bed. I fumble with the buttons on his shirt and it's off in a few moments. My hands slip to his shoulders as his slip under me to undo my bra. His fingers work off the rest of my clothes making me feel self-conscious and nervous. My best friend was now baring me to make love to me. Fred. His lips are once more in my neck. He cups my breasts gently and I moan softly.

His thumbs rub my nipples and my nails trail his muscular chest, leaving red marks. He shifts lower and places his mouth where his thumb was and nibbles gently. I inhale sharply and arch my back, slipping my fingers into his hair.

'Mmm?' he responds moving to my other nipple. I moan in reply, losing any coherent thoughts. Without stopping what he is doing, he takes off his remaining clothes and suddenly I'm alert. His erection touches my thigh as he slides a knee between my legs and nudges them apart and the size scares me a bit.

'F- Fred i…' I mumble. He looks up at me and brings his face close to mine. His thumb traces my cheek softly and he looks into my eyes. 'What is it?' he asks gently.

'I- I've never done… this before.' I look down, my cheeks turning warm.

'I know that. I'll be gentle, I promise.' He breathes against my lips and kisses them briefly before pushing my legs apart and placing himself between my legs. His hands massage my breasts gently as he starts to push into me slowly. I close my eyes and clutch the bed sheet as he enters me and the pain starts to arise. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but tears line my eyes and trickle out as he breaks me. Fred leans forward and kisses my cheeks. 'Shh… it'll be over in just a few moments.' He promises and pushes in completely. I gasp out, half with pain and half with pleasure. My nails dig into his back and shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks. 'Juliet it's okay. I'm here.' He whispers and kisses below my ear. He waits for me to adjust around him and then pulls himself out only a bit and then pushes back inside, sending a sweet sensation through my body that I never knew existed. He repeats, only more prolonged this time and I can only think that I want more of this feeling. 'More.' I whisper and Fred chuckles softly before starting a steady rhythm.

'Fred,' I choke out. 'Faster…' I raise my hips to meet his thrusts. 'Harder…'

He slams into me each time as I cry out his name like it's the only word I know. His breaths are rapid and he groans, increasing his pace. 'Fuck.' He moans and his nails dig into my arm, burying his face in my neck, gasping for breath, as am I, feeling like I'll lose my mind any second. He pushes into me more forcefully and sinks his teeth in to my neck as we both cum together, breathing hard.

We lie there like that for a few moments, just trying to gain back our senses. Fred slips off and lies down beside me, propping himself up in his arm and pulling me close. His index finger traces patterns on my cheeks and then he tilts my head up to look at him. His eyes meet mine, searching for something. 'Do you regret?' he asks quietly.

'No.' I whisper. 'Do- Do you?'

He slips an arm over my waist and rests his head on the pillow as I shift my head on his arm. 'I will never regret it.' he murmurs into my hair, holding me close.

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