A/N: Be aware of a slightly mature scene at the end! Other than that, enjoy the very last chapter of Forbidden Yet Foreseen!

Forbidden yet Foreseen

Resurrection

"It's up to you now."

As the school term was drawing to a close and OWLs and NEWTs lay behind everyone involved, Ginny found herself sitting in the Gryffindor common room along some fellow fourth and fifth years discussing the end of term and approaching summer holidays. Lavender Brown was just telling everyone that she was about to spend her holidays somewhere warm and sandy, as Ginny, sitting with her back to the room, felt someone approach her from behind.

The next moment she saw a glimpse of red hair and a winking blue eye, before Fred kissed her playfully on the cheek as he leant over the back of the couch where he stayed for another second, looking around the surprised faces with a wide smirk.

"Lovely day to you, ladies", he then said, bowing his head, until he was gone again – not without exchanging a glance with his sister who stared after him as he exited the common room alongside his twin.

"What's up with him?", Hermione asked, looking rather puzzled.

Ginny laughed. "Do you really have to ask?"

"You mean they are planning something?", Hermione thought out loud, an alarmed expression on her face.

"Hermione, it's the end of term, of course they're planning something."

Whilst Hermione was torn between her duty as prefect to avoid mischief from happening and the really comfortable chair she was sitting in, Parvati pointed out the obvious.

"You know, it will be really weird without them, wouldn't it?"

"Huh?", asked Lavender who paid more attention to the magazine lying on her lap.

"Well, it's the twins' last year. Next year will be really quiet, don't you think?"

Ginny watched Parvati and Lavender motionless. Hermione, however, straightened in her chair.

"Of course it will be quiet and I'm really looking forward to that, you have no idea how much trouble –"

"Ah, come off it, Hermione", Ginny interrupted the brown-haired girl, rolling her eyes, before she rose from her seat, about to leave the fellow Gryffindor girls behind.

After a second of staring at Ginny, Hermione continued to discuss the effect of Fred and George's absence on her prefect duties and on the peacefulness of the school. Ginny, however, had to leave. Hearing the others talk about the next year had made her think. And she didn't like the thoughts erupting inside her. Hurrying through the portrait hole, she tried to follow her brothers' trail – which was rather easy considering the smoking armors, upside-down portraits and complaining pupils on her way.

She found them near the Great Hall where they were talking to their fellow Gryffindor Lee Jordan. Instead of approaching them directly, which, as Ginny knew, was not an option at all, she just walked past them, trying to get Fred's attention by humming to herself. Not at all knowing whether or not Fred understood her subtle cry for attention, she left the castle and decided to pay a visit to the Giant Squid. Minutes she spent waiting passed by until something brushed against her cheek. Turning her head around, she saw a flying piece of parchment, folded like a butterfly. Gently catching it from mid-air, she then saw the little note written on one of its wings.

"Quidditch pitch."

She turned the paper butterfly around in the search of another message. But that was it. Quidditch pitch. No more words necessary. Typically Fred. Leaving the calm of the lake, Ginny made her way to the deserted Quidditch pitch, her heart racing faster with every step she took. As soon as she reached the dressing room, she was as nervous as she had never been before, knowing that the feeling squeezing on her heart wouldn't be easy to handle.

She opened the door with shaking hands, just to find it empty. Feeling a little puzzled, she turned around and found herself facing a chest she knew belonged to her – as she had to notice once more – rather tall brother. Her eyes wandered up and met the smile she had learned to adore.

"Hey, what's wrong, Gin?", he asked straight away – as if her concerns were plastered all over her freckled forehead.

"What do you mean?", she asked innocently, as Fred grabbed her hand and walked her towards the stands.

"Come on, I think I know you well enough to see when something is up."

"Well…", Ginny began, stopping abruptly. "I…"

She looked at her brother and felt her heart sink. She then plunged forward, pulling her arms around him without another word. Fred slowly replied the unexpected embrace, holding her tightly.

"Gin?"

"I don't want you to go…", she then mumbled against him, her fingers clenched around the back of his shirt.

"What?"

He slowly placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her back a little to lock eyes with her.

"I don't want you to go…", she repeated, suddenly eager to avoid his gaze. "And it hurts to hear Hermione and those others talk about you and how the next year will be so quiet and that the prefects can get some rest and – I really, really don't want you to leave me…"

Fred tilted his head and pulled Ginny closer to him again, his arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders, as she pressed her face against his chest.

"I'm not leaving you, Ginny", he said quietly. "I'm just graduating."

That made Ginny actually giggle. Smiling and ignoring her fear of the future for a moment, she looked up at him.

"You know, I never expected you to graduate", she grinned.

"Why, thank you", he replied with a raised eyebrow and a broad smirk.

"Anytime", Ginny replied with a smile.

"You know, I never expected us to graduate either", Fred said thoughtfully, as Ginny leant against him again. "That's quite –"

"Unusual? Well, look at it that way, it really is out of the ordinary. So it still serves your mischievous pattern, doesn't it?"

"Yes, you might have a point there."

"But it also means…"

"No buts. I won't leave you, Gin, I told you."

"You told me that before…", she muttered.

"Hey, I thought we wanted to start over new, past events not included anymore."

"Yes, sorry…"

"You'll be forgiven… for once. Anyway, I told you and this time I'll mean it, I won't leave you."

"But you're leaving Hogwarts!", Ginny finally cried out, pulling back from Fred's hug. "So you're leaving me. I won't be able to see you as often as I'd like to. Actually, I'll only see you in the holidays…"

"No, you won't", he said, smiling mysteriously.

"What?"

"Come on, I want to show you something."

And with that, Fred dragged Ginny along the pitch towards the broom shed. Sooner or later Ginny found herself sitting behind Fred on his Cleansweep Five, soaring through the afternoon's sky. Holding tightly onto him, she realized he was taking her to Hogsmeade. They landed far away from the main road in one of the village's many little side roads.

"So you want to introduce me to Firewhiskey?", Ginny asked, pointing at the dirty looking sign of the Hog's Head they were standing closely to.

"Not today, but I like the idea", Fred grinned, shouldering his broom and grabbing Ginny's hand.

"Well, what do you want to show me then?", Ginny asked eagerly, looking around the deserted side street.

"Patience, Ginny-dear, patience!"

"You tell me!", Ginny laughed, as Fred dragged her gently past the bar's dirty window along the narrow street.

"Close your eyes now", Fred said after a while, as they entered an even narrower and dirtier looking street that crossed the side street they had been landing on.

Ginny raised her eyebrows and obeyed slowly. Closing her eyes, she felt Fred's hands rest on her shoulders, before he turned her around once more and walked back the way they had come, motioning her forwards until he made her stop abruptly.

"Are we there yet or do you want to walk back and forth again?", Ginny complained with a smirk.

"All those complaints", Fred exclaimed with a theatrical sigh, even though she could hear a wide grin in his voice. "I really am considering whether you ought to see what I want to show you or not…"

"Yes, I ought to see that!", Ginny declared with a laugh. "Now, can I open my eyes?"

Fred's hands turned her around a little, before they wandered up her face and were placed upon her still closed eyes.

"Alright, if you insist… one, two, three!"

At three he had lifted his hands and Ginny's eyes flew open to see –

"Um, Fred, what am I looking at?", she asked, frowning, as she stared onto the front of a really old and narrow house that was crammed between two other houses, making its front window and door seem incredibly small.

"That, my dear, is the reason why I won't leave you", Fred explained, looking up at the house's front with glee blinking inside his blue eyes.

Ginny turned away from the house and stared up at him. "Huh?"

"And I always thought you were clever, Gin", Fred grinned, as he met her confused gaze.

"Well, I'm stupid today, enlighten me, please", she replied with a small grin of her own.

Fred smiled and turned his gaze back onto the old house's front with its tattered, broken windows, its dirty plaster and somehow pitiful state.

"That's going to be our shop", he then said, pride echoing in his voice.

"Shop? What –", Ginny pondered visibly, until realization struck her. "Oh my! Your shop! Your joke shop! You're finally doing it! You're opening your own shop!"

And she turned to him and pulled her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Fred smiled wider and hugged her right back, his eyes wandering over the dirty window panels, before he lowered his gaze to embrace his sister. They let go of each other after a while, as Ginny looked once more at the house in front of them.

"So, it's yours?"

"Bought it last month", he said, leaning onto his broom. "First we had a really good offer on a place in Diagon Alley –"

"Diagon Alley, wow, that would have been great!"

"But George and I decided against it and chose this beauty instead", Fred went on, eyeing the house lovingly, while Ginny watched him highly amused.

"But why here? Diagon Alley would have been a much greater opportunity for you to get more successful, wouldn't it? I mean, Diagon Alley, to have a shop there –"

"Would mean to leave you –"

"No, you can't be serious! Do not put your future success on me –"

"Don't worry, the arguments why we are about to open a shop here in Hogsmeade instead of Diagon Alley are simple: our audience is here, in Hogwarts, and all you people eager to get our stuff won't be able to get to our shop as often as you'd like if we were in Diagon Alley. There are more Hogsmeade weekends than there are holidays you can shop in Diagon Alley, aren't there? And our truly devoted fans are able to find more ways from the castle than the official ones."

"But… this is still a rather unnoticeable side street you're on, isn't it? You won't get much attention when everyone's on the high street or in Zonko's –"

"Don't worry, love, we'll get noticed", Fred said with a wink. "And never mind Zonko's… I've heard rumors the owner's retiring…"

Ginny eyed her brother suspiciously, who simply smiled at her.

"Well, I don't care how you got here, but I'm simply… thrilled that you're doing this, you and George, that's a major step ahead. I'm really proud, you know that?", Ginny said, leaning casually against him, as she watched the house.

Instead of answering, Fred leant down to kiss her cheek. Ginny turned her head to face him and cupped his face, smiling wide, before she tiptoed in front of him to close her lips around his. Their kiss didn't last as long as they both longed for, as they heard the door of the Hog's Head open squeakily. Fred grabbed Ginny's hand, shouldered his broom again and strode towards the house's small front door whose paint was blistered and flaking off, and of an unidentifiable color. He opened the door with a flick of his wand and gently shoved Ginny inside the dark and dusty room, before closing the door behind him.

The room they were facing was extremely narrow, Ginny thought she could touch both walls if she stretched out her arms properly. Though narrow in width, the room's length was weirdly out of proportion. It looked more like a corridor instead of a room yet it was not leading anywhere but to a small door, apparently leading into an even smaller back room. Fred leant his broom against the wall next to the door and strode towards the back room silently. Dust was swirling around his feet as he moved through the small door.

Peering around the door frame, Ginny shot him a grin.

"Now, there's a lot of cleaning to do before you can even think of opening."

"Well, how fortunate we are to be able to do magic, eh?", he replied, fully entering the back room, which was crammed with old boxes holding indefinable contents.

Ginny then saw a spiral staircase leading up onto the other floors. Fred was already climbing up, as Ginny followed him quickly. They reached the first landing, as small as the back room below, which sported two doors. Leaving the stairs, Fred walked to the left door and opened it to be greeted by more dust and pale sunlight streaming through a dirty window on the opposite wall. He walked towards the window and shot a glance through it, before turning around, facing Ginny with a broad smile on his freckled face.

"Nice, huh?"

Ginny entered the room, which was half in width as the store room below them (now Ginny could already touch the opposite walls without stretching her arms widely), and tilted her head.

"It's… uh, long", she said, grinning. "Much longer than wide, which is unusual and… uh, nice."

"Isn't it? And the view, front seats on who's to stumble out of the Hog's Head", he grinned, glancing through the window.

"It's your room?"

"With George's on the other side", Fred nodded.

"Tiny –"

"But sufficient. Once we earned some more money, we can buy rights to enlarge all the rooms."

"Sounds like a plan", she replied, walking slowly towards him.

"And it allows me to stay with you", he replied, placing both her hands into his, as she came into his reach.

"Lovely, lovely plan", Ginny whispered, before they joined at the window, both looking down for a moment onto the side street.

Ginny's arms tightened around his waist as she leant against him, closing her eyes for a moment, listening to his heart beating in his chest, sensing his breath on her neck as he leant his head against hers, breathing in the valuable moment they knew was rare.

"Now there's a future", Ginny whispered after a while of comfortable silence. "You and George know where you are heading…"

Fred raised his head slowly, exhaling loudly, before he put his chin gently on her head, looking through the dusty room.

"But there's none for us", Ginny went on quietly, biting her lips. "Is there?"

"I don't know", he replied honestly, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. "But I was never planning ahead much", he continued. "This was George's doing, really. He's the planner. I'm the doer."

"What are you going to do, then?", Ginny asked, muttering against his chest.

"I'll see what comes to mind", he answered after a second or two.

A smile broke from Ginny's lips as she leant her head back a little to face him.

Their eyes met and by the time the afternoon's sun was wandering over the horizon to touch the place where sky and earth united, Fred and Ginny found themselves in a tight embrace as if nothing else mattered.

As the last sun beams made the dust around them dance in mid-air, Ginny drew back slowly, her eyes closed as she licked over her lips absentmindedly, while her hands remained tightly closed around the front of Fred's shirt. And whilst she tried to catch her breath, it was Fred, who gently dragged her away from the window.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly and the next moment, she forgot about the dust, dirt and debris that surrounded them and could only focus on the blue irises of her brother's eyes. And it was as if they were back at the Burrow for Christmas.

They weren't siblings any longer. They were only Fred and Ginny, two individual souls, meeting on their way through life. There was nothing else, no regret, no fear, no disdain, but a small spark that grew larger the longer they looked at each other.

The spark of desire.

And the next moment Ginny launched at Fred, who collapsed against the nearest wall as Ginny pulled her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Supporting her weight by placing one hand on her back, while his other caressed her neck, Fred replied the fire that was spreading from Ginny's lips.

As passion wiped over them, they found themselves losing balance and collapsed onto the dusty floor with muffled sounds, Ginny's weight knocking the air out of Fred's lungs, as he lay breathless beneath her for a second. Recovering quickly, he cupped her face and kissed her hungrily, whilst Ginny ran her fingers through his hair.

Deciding to roll over in the spur of the moment, Fred closed his arms around her and made her catch her breath as he wheeled around in the dust, before he looked down at her, propped on his arms.

She smiled up at him and on the passion drove them.

With dust flakes in their red hair, they then found themselves lying near the window, both glancing up into the evening sky, as Ginny's head rested on Fred's chest, their fingers stroking the other's skin.

"I see you're getting used to it", Fred said after a while of listening to their individual breathing.

"Getting used to what?", Ginny asked, running her index finger over his lower arm and wrist.

"Breaking rules", he replied with a grin in his voice.

"You said I've always had potential."

"Indeed." He ran a couple of fingers along her hipbone. "How do you feel?"

Ginny closed her eyes for a second. "Brilliant", she then said.

"Not a tad guilty?"

"No", she replied honestly. The more she thought about how she had broken a rule of such an immense size, the less wrong it felt. "You?", she then asked her brother.

"Nope, I don't even know what guilt is", he said chuckling.

Ginny propped on one arm and looked at him, with his lips curled into a wide smile and his eyes sparkling in the semi-darkness. She quickly kissed him, before lying back down on his chest, cuddling against him.

"So we keep going?", she asked quietly.

"The harm's done, Ginny", he replied after a while, his arm holding her tightly.

"So?", she asked, wondering whether that was a good thing or not.

As if reading her mind, Fred replied: "It's up to you now."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to decide whether it's worth it", he said quietly, while drawing lines on her stomach with his finger.

"I have to decide?", she asked a little bewildered. "What about you?"

"I've done my share of rule-breaking, Gin, it doesn't matter anymore. But you –"

"Do not finish that sentence, Fred Weasley!", Ginny interrupted him, as she sat up with a stern look on her face, whereupon Fred raised an eyebrow. "I've had enough of this topic, haven't you? Let's not argue now. We're both in this, and that's it! Okay?", she added with a soft smile, before she kissed him rather apologetically.

He simply threw her a grin and sat up to lean his back against the wall behind him, before he pulled her onto his lap, his hands resting on her hips. She watched him with an eager smile as she felt how his thumbs glided under the waistband of her skirt, before deciding to lift her sweater instead.

Soon she felt the soft breeze of an early summer's wind, that drifted through a crack in the window, on her bare skin, while her fingers unbuttoned Fred's shirt. His hands ran over her back, his touch warm in the chilliness of the dusty room. She felt his lips running along her collar bones towards her neck, as she stripped off his shirt that fell onto the floor, pushing up thick clouds of dust.

Fred then moved his hands under her skirt, making Ginny's senses spin. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply as she felt him lift her up to get rid of the last remains of clothes that were still between them. She soon after found herself pressed tightly against his chest, feeling his breath heavy on her neck as he kissed her gently, while his hands, firmly closed around her hip, guided her every move.

With her eyes still closed, she clung onto his body, her arms wrapped around him, with her fingers playing with the hair he shared with her (among so many other things she was not considering at that precise moment).

Leaning into his movements, overwhelmed by the heat evaporating between them, Ginny couldn't care less, as the sky grew darker and as the many lights of the Hogwarts castle went out, one by one, and darkness fell around them in the dusty room above a shop that would soon open. Clutching onto Fred, she dared to take a look at him and found him facing her, one hand still on her hip whilst the other crept up her neck.

Brown eyes met blue ones, a thumb caressed her freckled cheek and a smile, so similar, crossed between them, as they stepped onto the shattered pieces of one of the biggest rules known to mankind, breaking and breaking and breaking again, until there was nothing left –

But them.

The End

Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing this story, for sticking with me until the end.

Again I apologize for the more-than-a-year-delay of any updates, and I really hope that these last two chapters were worth the wait!

And giving the circumstances, I have to write one more thing and this will contain a major DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER so cover your eyes if you haven't read it yet!

As I picked up this story and as I began reading the seventh HP book, and as I wrote the eleventh chapter and only then finished the book, I felt extremely sad. No, sad is an understatement. I was angry and shocked and I thought about how to continue and end this story when one of its main characters was brutally killed by JKR! But I decided to finish this story as a dedication to Him, who had to die, but will live on in our stories. Fred, why couldn't George die instead?

The SPOILER being over, I again am thanking everyone who liked this story. Thank you so much for the support, also for my one-shot Breaking The Taboo. I feel honored that nobody flamed me for dealing with such an unusual pairing. Thank you!