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A Box of Chocolates With Love

(Fred/OC)

By Pinky Toxxic Acid Blood

Christmas

The young Ravenclaw sat on the swing, enjoying the winter breeze.

He was so far away from her, physically. Inside of Fred, she felt so close to him, as if he could actually feel her, her short wavy pink hair tickling his cold cheek.

George slapped his cold cheek awake, instead. Both of them.

"Argh!" Fred rubbed his jaw. "What was that for?"

"He means," Lee Jordan explained; taking the binoculars from his eyes, Fred had made him stare at her for the last three hours. "That if that Ravenclaw chick makes you sleepy in love, it's his 'brotherly' duty to wake you up. Isn't that right Forge?"

"Yes, Gred should learn to keep himself awake," George chuckled.

Fred muttered, "Gred and Forge."

"Go wish her a merry Christmas then Gred," Lee Jordan said.

Fred stared back at the Ravenclaw. No. Way.

"Yes Gred, if you don't, I'll make Hermione kick your ass," George said, half-threatening, half-amused.

Fred gave him pitied look. "Hermione? Come on, George, you and I both know our future sister-in-law doesn't know how to kick peoples 'asses'."

Lee Jordan laughed, "I'll make Ron fart in your face continuously. Hearing George's experience, it's gotta stink!"

"Less of the goriness, thanks very much."

An invisible light-bulb shone over George's head, "I'll get Ginny to perform her latest bogey hex on you."

Fred and George knew Ginny was a tough cookie; she'd do anything to get a date from Harry. Including hexing her brothers.

Fred reluctantly stood up. "Okay, well, here goes nothing."

He stood up from behind the bush, and started working despite the fact that George and Lee Jordan were whistling behind him.

After about ten minutes of walking, he stood behind her. She made no reaction; in fact she probably didn't even realise Fred was behind her.

"Venus?" she didn't even turn around.

Her dreamy voice, echoed in the air, "Hello to you too. Fred."

She stopped swinging on the swing, and faced Fred. "What brings you here?"

"Well…" Fred put his hands in his pockets. "Just decided to come along. Didn't expect you to be here though."

"Wit beyond measure, is a boy's greatest pleasure."

Fred chuckled.

"I do like to go on, making rhymes," admitted Venus. "Actually, j'ai beaucoup à la maison…"

The redhead totally adored the fact that sometimes she'd go on, speaking in French; even though he didn't know a word she was saying, her accent and pronunciation sounded beautiful.

He breathed, interrupting her, "I want to show you something."

Venus' eyes twinkled. "My Christmas surprise. That's very kind."

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"What is it, Fred?" Venus was blind-folded.

"You can look now," Fred un-knotted the blind fold.

Venus' mouth hung open, like an orphan who had just found a home. She breathed, "It's lovely Fred."

Red/Orange Haribo rings hung from sides of the room to other sides. Rose petals were lying on the floor, fresh and had a magnificent fragrance. There was also a picture of Fred with Venus on the ceiling, inside a love heart.

"And here," he took two of the haribo sweets. He placed one on Venus' marriage finger, one on his. "One for me, one for you."

"One for me, one for you," Venus repeated. She walked around the room.

"That looks sweet. Is it a hint?" Venus pointed at the picture.

Fred's ears became redder than ever. "Might be."

He paced closer to her. And closer. Until his face was millimetres away from hers.

"Mistletoe," he whispered to her.

Venus was puzzled. "Isn't that the plant that made the spear which killed The Norse God Baldur, in Danish culture?"

She walked away from him and sat on the rocking chair. She scribbled something on a piece of paper.

Fred read it, after she'd handed it to him, "MI..SS…VEN…US…MC…VEE. Miss Venus McVee?"

"Flip it over."

"WIS…HES…TO…BE…MR…SV…ENU…SWE…ASL…EY. Wishes to be Mrs Venus Weasley?"

"What do you think about it? Am I up to your standards?"

"Definitely. But wait-"

By that time, Venus' lips had already made contact with Fred's, and he felt as though he was worth something to someone.

As if living had a meaning to it.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

"Happy Christmas Fred."

"Happy Lovemas Venus," Fred said, taking in her strawberry fragrance, as she rested on his shoulder.

Disastrous Valentine's Day

Fred had bought Venus a box of chocolates for Valentine's day. He walked to the place only he and Venus knew, passing St. Mungo's. He noticed Venus' real father there, and her step-father.

"Mr. Lovegood," Fred shook Xenophilius' hand. "You must be Venus' step-father."

"And you, her boyfriend? Call me Xenophilius."

Fred grinned and nodded. The other man next to him looked as if he'd just come from hell. "And you must be Mr. McVee?"

"Yes," McVee looked up. "You can call me Sombrero."

"Do you know where Venus is?" Fred looked over the man's shoulder at the hospital.

"She…she's in hospital. St. Mungo's."

"What? Sombrero, sir, she's not ill."

"Yes she is. She was attacked last Friday."

"What?" Fred said once again. Venus. Attacked? She would have told him. He rushed into the hospital, despite the fact that Venus' father and Xenophilius were shouting at him to come back.

The receptionist asked him, "Who are you seeing?"

"Mrs Venus Weasley. I mean Venus McVee."

"Last dorm from the left, on ground level in the 'Amnesia' section. And may I ask who you are?"

Bloody hell. The woman was asking him who he was when his mind was full of information. Amnesia?

"Her boyfriend."

Fred ran to the Amnesia section. He winced as he could hear a corridor full of people shouting.

"Venus? Venus?"

"Help! I just…I remember being with my boyfriend, and now he's gone!" came an all too familiar voice from the last dorm from the left of the Amnesia section.

Fred slowly paced in, finding the Venus he didn't remember of. Her face was pale, and she looked completely crazy.

"Fred!" Venus cried. "Where are we?"

Fred croaked, "We're in hospital."

"What? What's that?"

Fred sat on her bed. "Venus, look at me, what's happened to you? What's wrong with you!"

Venus looked at him like he was an alien, "Why I'm mad? I don't remember!"

Fred tried to keep her still, but she bit and scratched him. In the end, he tied her up with strings to the bed. "Venus, just…relax. I'm sorry."

But, as unusual unusual may be, Venus just stared at the ceiling. "One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you," she repeatedly said these 6 words over and over again, banging her head on the bed.

"Venus, please, just stop this. This pain. This agony," Fred begged her.

"Mrs. Venus Weasley. Mrs. Venus Weasley. Mrs. Venus Weasley. Mrs. Venus Weasley. Mrs. Venus Weasley," Fred began noticing a pattern. Venus was repeating the things she remembered that Christmas day. Would kissing her help? I mean, in those cliché books, the guy always kissed the girl and then they'd live happily ever after. Right?

Fred bent down, and planted his lips onto hers. Venus fell silent.

When he opened his eyes, her eyes were closed. Looking as if they were dead.

"Venus? Venus? Wake up!"

"Please don't leave me!"

Clutching the box of chocolates in his hands, Fred Avada Kedavra'd himself. What was the use of living, when no-one cared for you, and your lover had just gone?

xxx-xxx-xxx

Venus woke up. Where was she? And why was Fred on the floor? She looked around herself.

St. Mungo's? But…why was she in St. Mungo's? In the Amnesia section? Amnesia!

But she saw Fred's opened wide eyes, and the paleness of his face.

"Oh, my…"

A few minutes later she killed herself too.

xxx-xxx-xxx

RIP

Here lies the body of Fred Weasley

A witty brother

A father of a female bastard

And a loving boyfriend

Here lies the body of Venus McVee,

A dreamy step-sister

A mother of a female bastard

And a perfect girlfriend

Let them rest in peace, as their story is a tale is similar Romeo & Juliet, so tragic.

And let God Be With You All.

A tear slipped down George's cheek. "Oh brother, where are you now? Heaven? I hope so. Then you can go to Jokes Heaven, and tell me perfect jokes. And yes, I will look after Venus McVee II like my own daughter."

"I just wished I knew where you were," George said a few minutes later.

The box of chocolates Fred bought on Valentine's Day dropped down from the sky, a few seconds later.

George caught it. "Well, at least I know where you are. Let God Be With You on this Valentine's Day II. 15th February. This time 6 years ago, the book Quidditch Through the Ages you borrowed at due back today."

A/N: How do you find it? I know it's a bit puzzly, but any questions, ask me!