"You were my new dream."

-Flynn Rider (Tangled)

Scarlett rolled over and rubbed a hand over her eyes. It was a few seconds before she realized that she was lying horizontally on something soft. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was on the couch with a blanket covering her. Fred was nowhere to be seen and the living room was clean of all of the leftover food from the night before. Sitting up and blinking, Scarlett wondered if Fred had left. The possibility that it had all been a dream even crossed her mind before the smell of bacon and eggs drifted into the room.

"Fred?" Scarlett called, tilting her head in confusion.

"In here," Fred called from the kitchen.

Scarlett stood up and walked into the next room to see Fred cooking breakfast.

"What are you doing?" she asked, blinking in surprise.

"Making breakfast," Fred replied with a shrug. "Erica told me you had eggs and bacon around, which sounded perfect to me." He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at Scarlett. "Did you sleep okay?"

Scarlett nodded. "Did you?"

"Yeah," Fred answered. "I did."

"Do you want help?" Scarlett asked, crossing the room to stand beside him.

"No, I can handle it."

"I thought you didn't know how to cook," Scarlett said.

"I've been learning," Fred shrugged. "As of right now, all I've managed to learn is how to make bacon and eggs."

"That's a pleasant surprise," Scarlett said with a smile.

Fred glanced at her again and smiled back before reaching over and ruffling her hair.

"I hope it wasn't a problem that I fell asleep on you last night," Scarlett said after a moment. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"It was nothing," Fred replied nonchalantly. "I let you stay like that until the movie was over. Then I moved you to the couch and I slept on the floor. And before you protest about that, no, I didn't mind one bit."

Scarlett rolled her eyes. After another pause, she spoke again. "You finished watching the movie, then?"

Fred nodded. "I couldn't let myself sleep until I knew how the movie ended."

"But you know the story. I told it to you."

"Yeah, but those movies are so…fascinating," Fred answered.

"So you forced yourself to stay awake until the movie ended?"

Fred nodded. He glanced at Scarlett again. "What?" he asked with a laugh. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason."

"Come on, tell me," Fred prodded.

"It's just that it's kind of…cute that you did that."

Fred grinned. "You think I'm cute?" he teased.

"Your fascination is cute. Don't let your big head put words in my mouth," Scarlett replied, trying to hide the fact that her face was turning pink.

"It's okay if you think I'm cute," Fred said with a smile. "I won't tell anyone."

Scarlett didn't answer. Instead, she traced random patterns into the countertop as she continued to hide her blushing face.

"If I told you I thought you were pretty cute too, would that make you feel better about your obvious attraction to the most handsome guy around for miles?" Fred asked.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Your head's a bit too big for you to have that title."

"Ouch, Scar, really. You're cruel."

"Hardly," she replied, smirking.

Ten minutes later, the eggs and bacon were ready and Scarlett helped Fred put the steaming plates on the table.

"This is really good," Scarlett said, gesturing to her plate after she had taken a bite. "I'm impressed."

"I did learn a thing or two living on my own."

"Well, I guess that means I won't have to do it for you now," Scarlett teased.

"What do you mean?"

"On the day I first came to your shop, you said once we were married, you were going to make me do all the cooking…and the cleaning."

"Hey, just because I can make eggs and bacon now doesn't mean I'm a professional chef. I still need your help. And as for the laundry, I still haven't quite mastered that."

Scarlett eyed what he was wearing. "Are those clean?"

"Maybe," Fred teased.

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"No, but honestly, George and I are getting better. You don't have to worry."

Scarlett smiled. "Really, you did a good job cooking."

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

"But since you do know how to cook suitable breakfast food, is this going to be a regular thing when we're married? You cooking me breakfast every day?"

"No way," Fred said with a laugh. "Only when I feel like it. Which will probably be rare."

"Great. Good to know," Scarlett laughed.

Fred smiled and resumed eating his food.

"So," Scarlett said, propping her chin on her hand and looking at Fred as she continued to eat, "any other surprises in store?"

Fred thought about it. "Not really, but a lot of what we did was stuff I was kind of making up as I went along anyway."

"I have an idea," Scarlett said slowly, twirling her fork between her fingers.

"What is it?" Fred asked eagerly.

Scarlett smiled. "It's a surprise. I'll do the dishes and then I'll go get dressed and we can go after that." She stood up and began carrying her plate to the sink.

"I'll do the dishes," Fred said quickly, jumping up and taking Scarlett's dish from her.

Scarlett looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah," Fred nodded. "The faster we can clean up, the faster we can leave."

Scarlett smiled. "Okay." She headed off to her bedroom, throwing one last glance at Fred over her shoulder.

By the time Scarlett had gotten dressed, Fred had finished the dishes and was ready to go. They stepped outside and stood next to each other on the front steps

"Okay, where to?" Fred asked. He grinned at her and slipped his hand into hers. "Lead the way."

Scarlett rolled her eyes and smiled before turning on the spot. She appeared a little way from where she wanted to go and began dragging Fred towards their destination almost immediately.

"Where are we? And where are we headed?" Fred asked.

"Just wait and see," Scarlett replied. After another minute, she saw what she was looking for and dragged Fred over to it. "We're here," she said breathlessly, gazing up at the statue in front of her.

Fred was quiet as he stared at the statue too. "Scar," he finally whispered, "is this the—?"

"Peter Pan statue? Yeah, this is it," Scarlett said. "I know you wanted to see it, so here it is."

"Wow," Fred breathed. He dropped Scarlett's hand and walked closer to the statue.

"Cool, isn't it?" Scarlett asked with a smile.

Fred nodded and turned towards her. "You used to come here with your dad?" he asked.

"All the time," Scarlett replied, walking to stand beside Fred. She put her hand out and gingerly touched the statue, looking up into the youthful face of the young boy that was supposed to be Peter Pan. "I loved it here. I think I told you I used to play here. I could amuse myself for hours, pretending I was really on an adventure with Peter Pan."

"And you haven't been back since the accident, right?"

"Right," Scarlett nodded.

"Is it weird for you?"

"A little," she whispered, "but it's nothing I can't handle." She glanced at Fred and gave him a fleeting smile before looking back at the statue.

"Can I ask you a question?" Fred said quietly.

"Yeah, go for it," Scarlett replied. She turned to look at him, keeping her hand where it was on the statue.

"If this place has so many memories for you and your dad, then why did you bring me here? Won't that make it less special?"

"Of course not," Scarlett answered in surprise. "What makes you think that?"

"It's just that this place has meaning to you. With your dad, not me. I don't want to ruin that for you and I didn't want you to feel obligated to bring me here just because I like the story of Peter Pan."

Scarlett smiled slightly. "You're starting to sound like me. But I didn't—don't—feel obligated to bring you here. I wanted to because I knew you'd like it. You said you wanted to come here together."

"Yeah, but now that I'm here, I'm thinking that was a foolish idea."

"Why?"

"Because it's not my place to try and take over special things you did with your dad."

"You're not," Scarlett insisted. "Trust me. Besides, I have room for new memories. I can still have the memories from when I was younger and make new ones with you."

Fred looked at her. "Really?"

Scarlett nodded. "Of course. This statue…coming here with you…it means just as much to me as coming here with my dad."

"You mean that?" Fred whispered.

"Yeah, I really do," Scarlett whispered back. "I don't know if you realize it, but," she took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, "you've helped me a lot. You were the first person I started really talking to about my dad. I talked to you when I wouldn't talk to anyone else. I don't know why, but I did. I actually think it's only fitting that I bring you here."

"Scar," Fred whispered. He hesitantly reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, gently brushing his thumb across her cheekbone. Scarlett's heart was pounding, but she continued to hold Fred's gaze and this time she didn't look away.

The next thing she knew, Fred was leaning towards her and before she could stop him, he was kissing her. She froze at first, but after a second, found herself kissing him back. She removed her hand from the statue and rested it on Fred's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, Scarlett's head cleared enough for her to realize something and she pulled away quickly, her eyes wide as she stared up at Fred.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking back at her.

"Angelina. You're still with Angelina," Scarlett whispered.

Fred was quiet for a moment. He glanced down at the ground. "No, I'm not. I broke up with her."

"You did?" Scarlett stepped away from him, pulling out of his grasp. "When?"

"The other day," Fred shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because the next day was the day you broke the news to Justin and you know what happened from there. It wasn't really a good time."

"It was the perfect time," Scarlett argued. She paused. "How did it happen? Was she angry? What did she say?"

Fred shrugged again. "Yeah, she wasn't too thrilled."

"That's it? That's all you're going to say? You aren't going to elaborate?"

"What more do you want me to say? I broke up with her, she's not happy, it's over now."

"We talked a lot about Angelina and Justin's reactions, but now that it actually happened, you don't want to talk about it."

"Neither did you."

"You didn't ask."

"You still didn't give up any information."

Scarlett sighed. "Do you want information?"

"No. Just because we talked about what their reactions might be doesn't mean we have to talk about it when everything actually happens."

"Was it that bad?" Scarlett asked. "Are you okay?"

Fred shrugged a third time. "I'm alright. I mean, Angelina's still my friend and I lost her trust. It's not a good feeling."

Scarlett looked down at her hands, not sure what she wanted to ask next. So many questions were bouncing around in her head and she couldn't focus on just one. "Yet you kissed me, so you must be doing just fine," she finally said.

Fred didn't say anything for a moment. "Hey," he finally whispered, stepping closer, hooking a finger under her chin, and tilting her head up so that she was looking at him. "This is a good thing. Ginny and Erica will be happy and finally get off our backs."

Scarlett smiled faintly. "Very true."

Fred took her hand and smiled. "Let's go. We can go back to your place and watch more movies."

Scarlett laughed. "You're going to make me regret showing them to you."

Fred smiled and gently reached out to brush a strand of hair off her face.

"I think we're going to have to talk, though," Scarlett said, swallowing. "You know, about what just happened."

Fred sighed. "I suppose that makes sense. Alright, come on." He turned on the spot and Apparated both of them back to Scarlett's flat. As soon as they got there, they both froze when they saw who was standing on the front steps, frantically knocking on the front door. It was Angelina.

"Bloody hell," Fred muttered.

Angelina glanced over her shoulder and saw them. Her eyes immediately went to Fred and Scarlett's intertwined hands and she frowned. "So it is true," she said, marching over to them.

"What's true?" Scarlett asked, confused.

"Angelina—," Fred began.

"Do you know who came to see me today?" Angelina asked Scarlett. "Your boyfriend! Or should I say ex-boyfriend? And do you know what he told me? He told me you and Fred have to get married! He told me that you knew for eleven months and didn't say anything. He said that you were cheating on him with Fred. You were cheating on your boyfriend with my boyfriend."

"Angelina, no, I wasn't—," Scarlett began, but Angelina wasn't listening.

"And you!" She turned to Fred and poked his chest with her finger. "You never told me at all about this marriage thing! And you've been cheating on me! You didn't even have the decency to at least break up with me first!"

Scarlett felt as if someone had hit her. She blinked a few times. "What?" she squeaked. She looked at Fred and pulled her hand out of his grasp. "You just told me five minutes ago that you broke up with her!"

"Oh, that's what he said, did he?" Angelina scoffed. "Well, surprise, he never did."

"Angelina, look," Fred said. "I never—the Finch lied to you! He—,"

"The who? Do you mean Justin?"

"Yeah, it's a habit. It's—"

"You're cruel, Fred," Angelina sniffed.

"What I'm trying to say is that you think I've been cheating on you all this time, when that's not true."

"He is right," Scarlett said quietly. "Justin took everything out of control. I never cheated on him. He's just being paranoid."

Angelina was quiet for a moment. "Maybe you haven't been cheating on me for eleven months, but where were you two today?"

"At Kensington Gardens, visiting the Peter Pan statue," Fred answered promptly.

"And why did you run to comfort Scarlett as soon as she broke up with Justin?"

"Because she needed someone."

Angelina was quiet again. She studied Fred's face. "You stayed over last night, didn't you?"

"So what if I did? I slept on the floor. We didn't do anything that would be considered cheating."

"Did you kiss her?" Angelina asked, glancing at Scarlett.

Fred guiltily looked at the ground.

"That's what I thought. Why else would you have to tell her you broke up with me? And guess what? Cheating on me for five minutes doesn't make it better."

"I was going to tell you the truth about everything. Immediately after I left here today."

"But you didn't. And how am I supposed to know you're telling the truth now?"

"Ange, I make mistakes, but I'm not a bad person. I do try to do the right thing."

"Clearly," Angelina sniffed. "How long have you had feelings for her?" She jerked her head towards Scarlett, who raised an eyebrow.

Fred glanced at Scarlett. "Ange, I really—can we talk later?"

Angelina scoffed and crossed her arms as Scarlett finally spoke up.

"No, talk now. Go somewhere and talk." She began backing away towards the front door of her flat.

"Scarlett, wait, I think we need to talk as well," Fred said. "That's what we came back here to do anyway, right?"

"Maybe I don't want to talk anymore," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes. Her mind was starting to catch up and everything was sinking in. Fred had lied to her. He had never broken up with Angelina. He had never told her about the vow. That explained why he had been so vague and hadn't mentioned it to Scarlett. And then he had gone and kissed her and she had kissed him back. She had basically helped him cheat on Angelina.

"Scar," Fred pleaded.

She shook her head and reached behind her for the doorknob. "I just—I need time to think." With that, she flung open the door, dashed inside and slammed it shut. Breathing heavily, she slid down to the floor and buried her head in her hands. After a few moments, she stood up and looked out the front window. Fred and Angelina were still outside. Angelina was yelling again and gesturing wildly with her hands.

As Scarlett watched, Angelina sighed, gave Fred one last look of disgust before Apparating away. Fred ran a hand through his hair before looking up at Scarlett's flat. She quickly moved away from the window and pressed her back against the door again.

A few seconds later, she heard Fred knocking. "Scarlett, can you please open the door?"

"Fred, you lied to me," Scarlett answered.

"I know."

"Why'd you do it?"

"If you'd just open the door, then we can talk about it."

"I think you should go work things out with Angelina first."

"I did."

"She still looked angry to me when she left."

"Of course she's angry! But I confessed everything from beginning to end. What more can I do?"

"Lots," Scarlett sniffed.

"Come on, Scar, just open the door. I won't leave until you do. I'll sit right here on the steps."

"Oh, please, Fred, don't be dramatic," Scarlett snorted.

"I'll do it. I will, and I think part of you knows I will, too, so open up."

Frustrated, Scarlett pulled open the door and glared at Fred. "Why did you lie to me?" she demanded.

"I knew if you believed I was still with Angelina, you'd freak out and worry and overanalyze everything. You would have panicked because of that kiss. I said we broke up to prevent you from feeling that way. I was planning on going to see her tonight and break up with her for real, I swear. I had no idea she was going to be here when we got back."

"Why couldn't you have broken up with her first?"

Fred shrugged. "I know that would have been the right thing to do, but I wasn't sure about anything I was feeling. That is, until just now at the statue. Things haven't been clear for a while, but at the statue, it was clear that I really wanted to kiss you and I didn't want to wait any longer."

"Why did you kiss me?" Scarlett whispered. "That's the most important question right now, I think."

"I like you, Scar."

Scarlett closed her eyes and sighed. "Don't say that."

"Why? It's true and isn't it a good thing?"

"Yes, but I've been denying anything going on between us for so long. I told Justin that I never had feelings for you, but then when you kissed me, I was sure I did and now you lied to me and I—,"

"If you do have feelings for me, one lie shouldn't change that."

"Still, lying isn't right."

"I know that, but I just—I just had to," Fred whispered.

Scarlett's expression softened. "You never answered Angelina's question out there. How long have you had feelings for me?"

Fred shrugged again. "Let's just say it's something I've been sorting out for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"I don't know. I could be asking you the same questions. You did kiss me back, you know."

Scarlett sighed. "I suppose my answer would be for a while as well, but it wasn't something I was truly positive or even really aware of until this morning."

"See?" Fred smirked. "Not everything is black and white, Scar. Things are confusing. Not everything is going to be clearly spelled out for you."

Scarlett actually smiled. "I just thought that we were always honest with each other. No lies, no secrets."

"This won't happen again," Fred smiled. "I promise."

Scarlett nodded and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She took Fred's hand. "Let's go," she said, tugging him down the steps.

"Where are we going?"

"It's another surprise," Scarlett told him, turning on the spot and bringing them to an alleyway between two buildings.

"An alleyway. What a wonderful surprise," Fred said, smirking suggestively.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "You know, I am still a bit upset at you. You're still walking on thin ice, Fred Weasley. Don't push it." She pulled him out of the alleyway and to the right. They stopped at the first building they came to.

"What's this?" Fred asked, looking up at it.

"A Muggle bakery. You did just break up with your girlfriend, you know. You need junk food."

"I thought you were still upset with me."

"I am, but we do still have to talk, so I can't exactly give you the silent treatment."

"So you're being nice to me to get me to talk?"

Scarlett smiled. "I'm being nice to you because you were nice to me." There was a pause. "And so you'll talk."

Fred laughed. "Either way, you're incredible."

"I know."

"Now who's bigheaded, huh?"

"Still you. It's always been you."

Fred laughed and tried to ruffle her hair. Scarlett rolled her eyes and moved away. She took his hand again and led him inside the bakery, knowing they definitely had a lot to talk about.

A/N: I don't think I can handle how excited this chapter makes me. I was so excited to write/post their first kiss and I hope it lived up to expectations.

Thank you all so much for the awesome reviews. It's so good to know that people are enjoying reading the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it!

P.S. I also watched Tangled over the weekend, which I guess explains why I had the quote for this chapter on my mind and does Flynn Rider remind anyone else a bit of Fred and George? Maybe it's just me, but the thought kind of occured to me when I was watching the movie, which is totally adorable, by the way.