So I probably shouldn't be doing this at all because I already have an ongoing story, but this idea has been bothering me for awhile now. I'm not promising how often I'll be able to update this because my George/OC story takes precedence, but I can promise that this story WILL be finished. If I can, I will update both stories in the same day so that this one is finished on time. And I highly doubt my best friend will let me fall too far behind so no worries on that front.

Anywho, this story is going to be a tad bit sad considering the circumstances, but its also a Weasley twin story, so it shouldn't be too heavy on the angsty stuff. You can only have so much angst where the twins are involved in my opinion. Anyways, enjoy the story!

Title: Forgive and Forget by GeprgeWeasleyIsMYObsession

Summary: Fred Weasley has become self-conscious since the war and finds himself staying away from most women. This decision is only solidified by their interest in his fame and money...or his relationship with the one and only Harry Potter. Until he meets Jennifer Daniels that is...

Jenny took moving to London as a fresh start. She hardly thought that she would end up meeting a handsome jokester, whose brother just so happens to be dating her best friend. Only problem is she can only run from her past for so long before it begins to catch up with her. Will she be able to confide her secrets before its too late?

Disclaimer: This will be my only disclaimer for the entirety of he story because they do tend to get rather annoying. I do not own Harry Potter nor am I making a profit from this story. J.K Rowling owns every amazing character(I wouldn't say no to keeping George, however;))

Prologue

-oOo-

She'd read fairytales as a child, the ones where the princess overcame all evil and got her happily ever after with her Prince Charming. She'd always imagined that the same would happen for her. Of course, at that age she'd convinced herself that her Prince would have to slay dragons before she could get over the fact that he more than likely had cooties.

As she'd grown older, her interest in fairytales had quickly morphed into an interest in movies that were commonly referred to as "chick flicks". While far more appropriate and realistic for her age, the gist of the films had been relatively the same as her fairytales; the girl would always find her prince and live happily ever after.

Even then, at the age of sixteen, she'd been susceptible to the idea of love. The fairytales alone had sparked a hope for something that seemed impossible. The chick flicks had only made the desire grow. She'd been determined to find that one guy that would fight to stand by her side, that one guy that would make her blood heat and her heart pound even after years of being together.

The idea had seemed simple and the chick flicks she'd watched had made it look even simpler. She'd quickly learned, however, that love was not as easily accomplished as she'd once assumed.

And then one day, two years ago, she'd finally fallen in love. After years of summer flings, friends with benefits, and an unhealthy amount of flirting, she'd finally fallen in love.

They'd met at a Ministry function in Salem, her and Nathan. If she considered, it wasn't exactly the place she had imagined she would meet the love of her life, but she'd hardly had time to complain when he'd given her a charming smile and offered to walk her back to her hotel. She'd declined, which had only intrigued him more, and he had instead asked her to dinner. She'd accepted that invitation and the next thing she knew they were dating and she was happier than she had ever been.

Now, almost two years later, she admitted to herself that she had put too much stock on her fairytales and chick flicks. Now, she realised how naive she'd always been. Because if there was one thing in all of her twenty four years of living that she regretted, it was accepting that invitation.

Things had started off great, she supposed. He'd spoiled her with extravagant gifts and taken her out to dinner almost every weekend. They'd laughed and teased and stayed up all night to talk about anything and everything and they'd rarely ever fought. And then they'd moved into together and she'd noticed how distant he was becoming. They'd stopped laughing and teasing and they rarely ever spoke unless it was about his job. And then, when she thought nothing could be worse, she'd caught him cheating.

She knew she should have left and found someone else that would make her happy and her best friend had urged her to do just that, claiming she deserved more than he was giving her. And while she knew that was true, she'd loved him more than she'd ever loved anyone else. He'd been her first for almost everything...her first love, her first time...and eventually her first real heartbreak. So she'd foolishly forgiven him and they'd moved on.

As much as they could, anyways. After his infidelity she'd become insecure and suspicious, and those emotions were only amplified when they'd started arguing every night. She hadn't dared to go to Claire for fear of hearing the one thing she didn't have the strength to hear: that he just didn't care anymore. So she'd lied and told her friend that everything was alright and she was happy.

But eventually, the stress and pain of arguing with him had been too much and she'd threatened to leave. She'd never seen the slap coming, had honestly not even known he'd had it in him to hit her. He'd apologised profusely for hurting her and as shocked and hurt as she'd been she had forgiven him.

As bad as she'd thought things had been in their relationship, she had never expected them to get as bad as they were now. The physical abuse had increased until it was the only thing she knew. She didn't know what had gone wrong. She'd done everything she possibly could have to please him; she cooked and cleaned to perfection and did everything he asked of her without second thought, though that was mostly out of fear than an actual desire to please him. She had eventually begun to believe that she deserved every slap, every kick, every punch just as much as he did. Sometimes she blamed herself for even being in this position. If she hadn't given him so many chances, hadn't been so naive, things would never have gotten this bad.

The only thing more painful than her broken heart was ignoring Claire. It had been months since she'd spoken properly with her best friend and the last letter she'd sent her had been so full of lies, it didn't make her feel any less guilty. But she had been too ashamed to say a word to the one person who had stood by her side since they'd met in their 1st year at Salem's Wizarding School. She'd gotten angry every time Claire had spoken ill of Nathan and had completely ignored her advice during the time he'd cheated on her. Through it all Claire had remained steadfastly at her side.

She'd been there through everything and she had thought that keeping her in the dark would be for the best, but then Nathan had become suspicious of the things she was writing her and she'd stopped writing altogether for fear that he would hurt her. Now it was three months since her last decent letter and after all the owls Claire had sent in the past month that had been ignored entirely, she could only imagine how worried she had to be. With all the threats she had received in Claire's letters about coming to get her and forcing her to come to London with her lately, she had begun to hope that her friend would do just that.

Which was why she was sat at her kitchen island, writing a hasty letter to her best friend while Nathan slept in the bedroom. He'd come home drunk again that night, giving her the only chance she would have to ask her friend for help without waking him. She only hoped Claire wasn't too angry with her because she was the only one she had left.

-oOo-

Claire Thomas was worried; It had been months since she had heard from her best friend. Three months to be exact.

It wasn't unheard of for them to go a week or two without word considering they both had jobs and grueling schoolwork to deal with, but they had never gone more than two weeks without speaking.

The first month she had thought her friend was angry with her for the things Claire had said about her current boyfriend. The supposition had been solidified by the few letters she had actually received; they had all been short, clipped, and to the point. But then she'd stopped receiving letters altogether and she knew that no matter how mad, Jenny would never ignore her for more than a week or two. So, she'd convinced herself it was because her friend was busy with schoolwork and her job at a muggle veterinary clinic. But now that they were heading into the third month that Jenny had last spoken with her, she had taken to sending angry letters, threatening to come and kidnap her and drag her to London. She'd assumed that Jenny would answer to those at least because she had never shown any desire to live in London with her, much to Claire's disappointment. But she had not responded to a single one of those either.

Claire had to admit to herself that the excuses she had made for her friend in the past three months had been more for her benefit than anything else. She had only been trying to find ways to push away the worry that was plaguing her.

Something was wrong. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that something was wrong. The only problem was, she didn't know what was wrong. She didn't know if it was so bad that she should find a way to get her best friend out of the situation entirely or if she was just upset and stressed and she only needed Claire to provide a shoulder to lean on. And she was more than willing to do both. She just didn't know if it was the right thing to do.

She was so deep in her reverie, she didn't realise when the twins walked into the kitchen, where she was currently making dinner, laughing loudly. She jumped when George wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on her cheek, and accidentally cut her finger with the knife she was using.

She jerked her hand back and hissed in pain.

"Bloody hell, Claire." George said, sticking her hand under the tap to wash off the blood and then bring it up to his face to study the cut.

Fred tsked, as George removed his wand and sealed the cut before bringing the finger to his mouth and kissing the spot.

"Honestly, Claire Bear, you should pay better attention to your surroundings. Moody would be ashamed," he said with a grin before frowning and looking at the vegetables she had just been cutting in distaste. "I do hope you had the good sense to control your spurting blood and keep it away from my food."

Claire rolled her eyes and vanished the vegetables she had been cutting and grabbed more from the pantry before continuing where she had left off.

"I have the good sense to kick you out of my apartment." she said with a sweet smile.

"Now, love, would you really do such a thing to me?" he said, copying George's pose and leaning against the counter on her opposite side. "I mean lets face it, I am the better looking twin."

"And I'm the smarter twin," George said instantly, his grin the mirror image of his brother's.

Fred waved his hand dismissively, the grin on his face contradicting the action. "Yes, yes, Georgie. We all know you are the more intelligent, but uglier version of me. No need to harp on about it."

Claire raised her eyebrows as she dumped the vegetables into the pot of stew she had cooking on the stove.

"Really?" she said conversationally. "I was always under the impression that the sexiest part of a man was his intelligence. So, really, you got the short end of the stick, Fred. You're the dumber, uglier version of George."

George roared with laughter as Fred stared incredulously at her. Claire grinned at him before moving to give George a hug around the waist.

Breathing in the scent of gunpowder, she relaxed against him and let all the worries about Jenny fade to the back of her mind. There was no use in worrying. She would talk to George tonight and see what she could do to help her friend, but until then she would enjoy the company of her boyfriend and his twin. As if sensing her inner turmoil, George wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Fred rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest petulantly, waiting for the two of them to snap out of their bubble. When they made no move to pull apart, he cleared his throat and grinned when Claire pulled away and bustled towards the fridge to hide her blush.

"Don't be embarrassed, Claire Bear," he said with a smirk towards his glaring twin. "George gets that sort of thing all the time, isn't that right, Georgie?"

Claire turned from the fridge, holding three bottles of butterbeer in her hands, to eye a smirking Fred and a glowering George.

"What's he talking about, George?" she said, deciding to humor the mischievous twin and his antics.

George opened his mouth to answer, still glaring furiously at his twin, but Fred beat him to the punch, accepting the butterbeer she was offering him.

"A few second years showed up at the shop today and decided to try and slip him a love potion." he said with an amused grin. "Something or other about finding his battle scars attractive, wasn't it, George?"

Claire felt her lips twitch and tried to hide her smile behind the rim of her butterbeer bottle as George rolled his eyes and took a swig of his own.

"I don't really think a missing ear is all that attractive," he muttered.

"I beg to differ." She said earning herself a cocky grin and a wink that made her blush.

Fred groaned and threw his hands in the air melodramtically. "Why do I even bother visiting the two of you?"

"Because you love us, Freddie," Claire said as she turned to the stove and began plating the food and handing them to George to set on the table.

"Yeah and you feed him," George said in her ear as he passed her with the last bowl of stew. He smirked when she shivered in response and placed a kiss under her ear before taking a seat at the table next to his twin.

Dinner passed quickly and Fred was gone by the time Claire got out of the shower. Walking into the kitchen, she watched as George poured two glasses of wine and turned to her, holding one out to her in offering.

"You looked like you could use some," he responded to her raised eyebrows. She sighed, knowing now was as good a time as any to bring up her worries, though he'd heard them twenty times already.

Just as she was opening her mouth to rehash the conversation they had had only days before, there was a tapping on the kitchen window. Claire turned toward the noise and felt her heart skip at the sight of her best friend's small tawny owl, Freya.

Claire was across the room in seconds, opening the window and tearing open the letter that was attached to its leg. The four words her friend had scrawled on the slip of paper made her tense in anger and fear.

He hurt me, Claire.

There was a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach as she read and reread the sentence, realising what exactly it was her friend was telling her.

It was all she needed to know.

-oOo-

So that's it for this one, guys. I'm actually quite proud of myself for making such a long Prologue. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and feedback is welcome :)!