JJ-Jefferu: Here is the next installment of Silent Dangers.

Fred: Disclaimer time. JJ-Jefferu does not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. She NOW owns copies of the movies, her mom went on a spree when the Deathly Hallows Part I came out. she doesn't even own copies of the movies or books, though she has the seventh book. She does not own the actors who portrayed the characters from the works of Ms. Rowling. She however does own, though is not profiting from, this plotline, Sybil & Rosabelle Johnson, Christina & Charles Johnson, The Academy, and anything you are unfamiliar with. Any references to real people or places is purely an accident or intentional, which ever the case may be, she doe not own those either.

JJ-Jefferu: Please enjoy, thanks to my sissy, sWeEt-T37, for inspiration and TrappedinaPhoto for taking time to not only proof this but the rest of my fics.

Chapter 4: Surprising the Masses.

The air outside was chilling. Halloween was right around the corner. A week tops. During the past couple weeks, Fred and I have been working on getting me use to my voice for long periods of times. So far we got up to an hour and a half without any pain. I am hoping my vocal chords will be back to normal soon. Today marked the first official trip to Hogsmead and Fred was literally dragging me from the Castle.

"Fred," I whisper, trying to get his attention. But between the wind and the loudness of the excited students I knew Fred couldn't hear me. I stopped, or rather I tried, but Fred was stronger than me. So instead of stopping I ran into Fred's back. At least I got his attention and Fred halted in his steps. Fred looked over his shoulder at me.

"What is it?" Fred asks.

"Can you please slow down," I plead in a small, gentle voice. Fred nods and starts to walk, instead of dragging me, towards our destination; which I still didn't know where we were going. Fred moved his grip down from my arm to my hand. I smiled at the gesture.

"You're sister and George are going to be meeting us at the Three Broomsticks, right before we head back to the school. But until then it will be just the two of us." Fred tells me, still not alluding to where we are going. A blush crept its way across my face but if someone were to ask. I would deny it.

"And just where is it that we are going?"

"Shrieking Shack,"

It took us a good ten minutes to reach the Shrieking Shack. To me the sights along the way made the journey pass by quickly. The leaves were starting to change. I always loved this time of the year, when the leaves changed from the different shades of green to the yellows, oranges, browns, and the reds. It reminded me of how different people can become as the seasons change. It was a weird analogy, but that's why Autumn was my favorite season.

"You planned this didn't you?" I asked Fred as he opened the door to the shack, holding it open as I walked through.

"Might have, but I'm getting you to speak more," Fred says, I roll my eyes.

"Right, because I have such a magnificent voice that everyone is dying to hear." I tell him, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Well I like the sound of your voice. It's a bit softer and gentler than Sybil's. So I for one am glad to have gotten you to talk." My cheeks redden at his words. Fred was sweet.

"Right, um," I didn't know how to respond as I sat on the fourth stair, not looking at my favorite twin. Fred laughs, causing me to look up at him. "What's so funny?"

"You," Fred says. I narrow my eyes at him.

"How so," I ask, getting back onto my feet, standing up on the second step, so I was standing eye level with Fred.

"You're just so cute when you're embarrassed." Fred answers stepping up so he was directly in front of me; his ankles resting against the bottom of the stairs.

"And how is that funny, Mr. Weasley?" I ask, hands on my hip staring into his eyes. "So the fact that I'm cute when embarrassed makes you laugh? It's a good thing you don't find me cute al-," but before I could finish Fred pulls me forward and crashes his lips against mine. Stunned I don't kiss back. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, Fred pulls back but kept his grip on my arms.

"Finished," Fred asks. I blush and look away.

"You just did that to shut me up, didn't you?" I ask, hoping the hurt that I felt as the situation settled, wasn't detectable in my voice.

"Look at me," Fred says. I refuse and keep my eyes averted. "Belle, look at me." Fred says grasping my chin and making me look at him. "I didn't do it just to shut you up. But your nonsense ramblings happened to be perfect opportunity to kiss you." Fred's voice was so sincere along with the look in his eyes made me believe him.

"Yeah, well you could've stopped me anytime. I was making a fool of myself." I told him, pouting. Fred smiled and pulled me to him.

"Well it's cute to be honest. Beside I always think you're cute, for the record." Fred tells me. I blush, or maybe I didn't? With how much Fred has been causing me to blush today, I wasn't sure if I actually just blushed or it had been there the whole time.

"Yes that's fine and dandy you found it cute but I would rather not ramble aimlessly. I might end up saying something really embarrassing." I told him, wrapping my right arm around his waist. Fred brought up his left arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. I seemed to fit perfectly against him.

"Like what," Fred asks.

"I'm actually jealous of my sister." I say in almost a whisper. I felt guilty that I was envious of Sybil and really didn't want Fred to know. But like any other time he heard me.

"What," he asked shock clearly in his voice. "Why would you be jealous of Sybil?"

"Even with her blindness, she's not self-conscious. She saw, erm okay not saw but knew, what or who she wanted and jumped right in and went for it. I on the other hand, am close to losing what I want all because I'm afraid of rejection." I tell him, my eyes taking in the condition of the abandoned shack. Between the dust, dirty, and broken boards, I could defiantly see how it's rarely used.

"And what is it you want most, Belle." Fred asks letting me go and stepping in front of me.

"You," I mumble so low I doubt he heard it. He steps closer to me.

"Repeat that."

"You," I repeat a little louder.

"Are you positive?" He asks.

"A hundred percent,"

"Good, because I don't ever plan on letting you go." Fred tells me and leans down, smiling. I return the smile.

"So…What does this mean?" I ask leaning closer to him, our lips almost touching.

"That I get to beat off the guys who want my girl." Fred says with pride before his lips connect to mine.

'Where the hell are you Belle? Everyone is being round up for the castle,' my twin's voice invades my mind. My eyes widen as I pull back from Fred.

'What? How can that be?' I question her back.

"What is it?" Fred asks, I hold up my hand.

'Whatever you and Freddie-kins are doing has taken up all of the time, it seems my dear twin. Might want to return now,'

"We have to go,"

"Why?" Fred questions.

"Sybil says it's time to go. Guess we'll have to meet them in the Great Hall. Guess everyone will get two surprises at dinner." I reply and grab his hand and pull him out of the supposedly haunted shack and back towards Hogwarts. Much like the way he had done to me earlier.

Before heading to the Great Hall for dinner, Fred and I headed to the Common Room. I was feeling a bit cold and wanted to get a jacket. Fred went up to his dorm to grab one of his, which Mrs. Weasley had made him. We were going to have a different approach. We are going to see if people would put it together, us being a couple, just by me wearing his F embroidered sweater.

"Here you go, Belle." Fred says handing me his sweater. I found what his mom did sweet, though he and his brothers complained a lot about it. It also made me wonder if my real mom would have done it. I'd have to write my godfather and ask him.

"Thanks," I smile at him. "Let's get this show on the road." I say to him as we step out of the portrait and I slip on the sweater. The walk down the stairs seemed to fly, okay maybe it was because I teased Fred and took off down the stairs and he chased me. Actually he was still chasing me.

"RosaBelle watch-," but I collide with someone and fell backwards into Fred's arms. "Watch where you're going Flint, you could've hurt her." Fred says to Flint as he brings me up.

"Maybe she should watch where she's going." Flint sneers then looks me over. I glare at him. I never liked Flint; especially after all the stories I've heard about how he treats his Quidditch opponents. "What's this," Flint says his eyes stopping at the F on my chest. "Wearing Weasley's sweater, Johnson? Just like your sister then? Thought you were the more sensible one, having sight and all,"

"Oh shove it Flint," I snap. "Fred is twice the person you'll ever be." Flint's eyes widen.

"You speak," he says shocked. I nod.

"Thanks to Fred," Fred beams at this. I smile at him. "Now if you'll excuse us. I would like to see my sister." I say and enter the Great Hall.

"That was brilliant," Fred says as we sit in between Hermione and Ginny.

"No it wasn't Fred. Nothing happened," I tell him as I take my fork and steal Ron's pie from across the table. Taking a bite, I notice everyone is staring at me. "What?" I always take Ron's pie." I ask innocently, Fred laughs and steals some of my pie.

"Your-your-your," Ron stutters.

"I'm what?" I ask taking another two bites before someone spoke.

"Talking," Ginny says. "Normally," she elaborates. "How long have you been speaking?"

"Fred and I have been working on it for a couple weeks. Thought today would be the day to show you guys." I smile at them.

"Knew it would be Fred," Sybil says sitting across from me, George beside her.

"Oh is that so?"

"Yeah it was that or he'd take advantage of you and get you pregnant." Sybil replies. Four people began choking: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lee Jordan. Unfortunately the four had just picked up their cups to drink. "What," Sybil says in the same innocent way I had done minutes before.

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