Fred is out of character this part. But just remember we've never really seen him apart from George, (Battle of Hogwarts doesn't count!) developing a serious crush on a girl, or his character receiving such serious information as he does in this part.

"I was born in Doncaster, South Yorkshire. My sister, my mother and my father lived there. My mother had custody of me up until I was sixteen and had the choice to go live with my father. I won't go into details, but she was not a fit mother. I got to see my father and sister on weekends, and his house was absolute bliss. It was always warm and comforting, and I got to spend time with the people who cared about me the most." I explained to Fred.

He moved closer to me, and put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. I smirked at his reaction; this was only just the beginning.

"Not too long after I moved in with him, he decided to move to London. My sister had moved out of home a while ago to work at Gringotts, and he was offered a nice job. The London townhouse wasn't too bad, I was still living with my dad, and it was nice and close to school. However, in my final year of school my father got really sick. It was cancer, something magic still can't cure. He beat it, but it came back later on. The last time I ever spoke to him was my twentieth birthday. He died unexpectedly the day after." I said, giving a sigh at the end, and then looked at Fred to study his reaction, afraid of receiving pity.

I had grown a lot colder of pity, or people trying to help and understand since my father died. When he was ill I could tolerate it, but as nice as their intentions were, I couldn't stand it when people tried to show their support and understanding towards my situation. Nothing could bring my dad back, so I'd rather just move on and continue living with my life, like my dad requested when we found out he had terminal cancer.

Fred said nothing but sent me a half smile, and moved his hand to run my shoulder up and down, instead of just squeezing it like he did before. I smiled back, appreciating his reaction. This is exactly what I wanted.

"So you're not close with your mother?" He asked me.

"She's in Azkaban." I simply replied, and he mouthed an 'oh'

"Well, this is awkward. Usually I'll have something to say to lighten the mood, but anything I say that's light hearted would make me the most insensitive bastard." Fred nervously said, keeping one arm on my shoulder, but moving the other one to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

"At least you're honest. When I reveal this stuff to people, or even just bits and pieces they try and pretend they understand, or try to compare it to their lives when everything is so different for them, it really annoys me. Hence why I haven't told many people." I shrugged.

"Feel free to reveal more, if you'd like to." Fred said to me.

"Mmm, that's mostly it. My mother got sent to Azkaban for helping to harbour my Death Eater cousins during the Second War. Then the Ministry finally took my claims of child abuse against her seriously, not that it mattered because she had a life sentence anyway. She's the reason I didn't go to Hogwarts, her, unlike my sister's mother refused to send me under Dumbledore. My father was nothing like her, his parents were considered blood traitors. Therefore he was a caring person. My mother was used up, and couldn't get herself an elite 'pure blood' so she thought a blood traitor would be worse than a half blood or muggle to procreate, and perhaps she could brainwash me into following Voldemort." I explained to Fred.

"How did that work out? As someone who went to Hogwarts and had to constantly be around that kind I found that once you were considered a blood traitor, you were um…as bad as the other kinds of people they liked to hate." Fred asked me curiously, choosing his words carefully.

"Of course, it didn't work out at all. Her brothers and sisters got to be part of Voldemort's regime. Not the most elite, but they were allowed to participate. My mother got brandished a blood traitor forever, and used to blame me for it. She'd constantly beat me, curse me and hex me saying it was my fault. Dumb bitch, bought it on herself." I hissed.

"That's perhaps the one thing I can relate to you about. My family were blood traitors too, of course only according to them. However I won't even try and compare the situations. Having been bought up by a Death Eater mother would have been awful." Fred exclaimed.

"I felt mostly sorry for my dad. He had no idea until after I was born. He hated himself; he found it was his fault I was bought into this world like that. But I had my both his and my sister's love, and that was the greatest gift I could be given. " I smiled, just at the memory of my father.

Fred then moved his hand from my shoulder, moving it down my arm into my hand. I jumped a little at this contact, not expecting it. However unlike most of the contact Fred had been giving me, I didn't feel uncomfortable. I had opened up to Fred, something I hadn't done for a long time. Not only did he now know everything I kept hidden away, he gave me the perfect responses. I don't think I could ever feel uncomfortable around him ever again.

"You've done great. You've picked up your life and you've moved on wonderfully. I would have honestly never known. You're one of the most successful people I know, and everyone in the family knows you're going to go onto great things. Also after telling me all that, I think you're also one of the strongest people I know." Fred stated, squeezing my hand and I squeezed it back.

"Percy obviously doesn't know. I don't know when he will, I guess if our relationship lasts I'd tell him one day, but I don't feel comfortable in telling him right now." I said to Fred.

"I know you're not hinting that I'd tell him, but I won't utter a word to anyone, not even George. I also know it might not be much consolation to make up for an awful childhood or lack of family but everyone in the Weasley family absolutely loves ya, and if you ever want to feel the warm and comforts of a home or need company, you're always welcome at The Burrows, even if myself or Percy aren't there." Fred offered to me.

"Thanks." I replied, and my mouth curled into a genuine smile. Even after such a depressing conversation, I had something to smile about. A lot of good had come out of that conversation.

We were then silent for a few moments as we looked out over the hillside. I had forgotten that Fred's hand was over mine, until he started rubbing his thumb in my palm. He must have done it absentmindedly, as he seemed to realise what he was doing when I looked over at him.

He gave me a nervous smile to which I returned, and we both made no attempt to remove our hands from each other, finding this position comfortable.

After looking over the view again in silence for a few moments, I turned to look at Fred. Feeling my gaze upon him, he turned to look at me as well. No words were exchanged, but we both began to move closer to each other. He scooted closer next to me, keeping his hand in mine and I made no indication to move away from his advance.

With an epic Hollywood lean in kiss style, the space between us closed and surely enough, our lips were locked. It was definitely the gentlest kiss I had ever received. Whilst there was no outwardly obvious passion driving the kiss, it was an innocent and gentle kiss. It lasted a few moments, our lips moving together meant it was longer than a friendly light peck, but definitely too short to be considered a snog.

We broke away, and just as slowly as we leaned in, we slowly opened our eyes and moved away. I began to blush as Fred studied my face, not feeling embarrassed about the kiss, but feeling embarrassed being under his scrutiny.

"You're adorable. You look down when you're embarrassed. It's very cute." Fred stated to me softly.

This of course just made me blush harder, and I proved Fred right as I looked down.