moonlight (f.w.)

eleven

     After the initial excitement wore off from the visit to Ollivander's, Genevieve and Fred decided they were hungry. He led her to the Leaky Cauldron and when they got to a table, he pulled out her chair for her like his mum always told him to do for a lady. Genevieve smiled and sat, tucking her chair in. Fred sat across from her. "What's good here?" she asked him, looking over the menu intently. He smiled at her before looking down to his own. "Well, I don't come here too often but every time I do I get the Cottage Pie," he told her. She nodded before her eyes landed on Lamb & Guinness stew. "I think I'll do the Lamb and Guinness, actually," she said. "You like lamb?" he asked. She extended her hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Genevieve Seleni, raised both Greek and Scottish," she told him. He chuckled and swatted her hand away. "Okay, I see your point," he nodded. They ordered their food with the waiter and just water to drink. "Can I ask you something, Gen?" Fred asked seriously. She grinned. "You just did," she said. He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Go ahead," she answered, nodding. "Well, you said when we first met that you read palms... I was just wondering if you'd read mine?" he asked. She curved her lips slightly. "I could, if you really want me to. But you have to be ready for what I see," she explained and he nodded. "I've never had anything read before. I think it would be cool," he said. "Okay then," she smiled, "Give me your hand. Your dominant one"

     Fred rested his arm on the table, palm up. Genevieve took his hand in hers and closed her eyes. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to look at the lines?" he asked, and she shook her head, trying to focus on his energy. "I could pull out my wand and kill you right now, some cracks in your skin wouldn't be able to predict that. But your aura, your soul's connection with whatever higher power there is, it will," she explained, tilting her head up a bit. "This might not all make sense. I see a pair of lips, they're green," she said. He smiled, hoping desperately they represented her lips. She was the only friend he had outside of Gryffindor, and Slytherin's house colour was green. "I see... oh. A snake. Not a friendly one. It has a diamond kinda pattern in its scales. And it's attacking someone, I can't see who," she explained, her eyes opening and rolling into the back of her head. It almost scared the life out of Fred. Her voice became dreamy yet powerful. "I see Hogwarts. It's in shambles. It's-" her eyes went back to normal and she stood suddenly, dropping his hand. "Voldemort," she muttered under her breath, too quietly for Fred to hear. She went pale as a ghost and Fred was instantly at her side. "What was that?" he asked, pulling her chin gently to have her look at him. "I need to talk to Harry as soon as we get back. Can you do that for me? Get Harry if he's in the common room? If he's sleeping, even? I don't care, I just need to talk to him," she said anxiously and he nodded. "Whatever it was, love, it will be okay. Okay?" he said, and she nodded, a worried expression still on her face. "It felt distant. But the snake... Just watch out for snakes coming to attack you, okay?" she asked, her face returning back to a healthy colour. He kissed her forehead and hugged her. "I promise you I'll be just fine," he said. She smiled convincingly. "I know, I'm not worried," she lied. They sat back down and the food came shortly after. 

     As they ate, Fred still felt an odd tension he hadn't felt with her before. To ease it, he told jokes all throughout dinner, and it quickly dissipated. He did notice, however, that when they went back to walking the strip, she didn't take his hand, even avoiding it when he tried to take hers. He tried not to take it personally, but instead continued to try to distract her. "I reckon dad would like that," he said, stopping in front of a store and pointing to the book entitled 'Best of Muggles'. Genevieve smiled. "He really does like muggles then, huh? I know quite a bit. Do you think he'd like it better if I went through and added personal recounts of my experience with them?" she pondered aloud. Fred laughed. "Love, if you did that, he would love you forever," he confirmed. "Sounds good to me," she said, going into the store. She bought the book for 5 galleons, 3 sickles, and 14 knuts. "Love, you don't need to spend that much money on gifts for-" "Shut it, Fred," she interrupted, "We've been over this. I don't understand your currency, and I can't think of anything better to spend it on than gifts for your family." "Think of it this way. Supper was 2 galleons including tip. That's three meals you've just bought my father," he explained. "Hardly seems enough for the man who is housing me for two weeks. Besides, he made you, George and Ron. I love you all to bits. And I haven't even met your older siblings yet! I owe him for you guys," she defended. Fred sighed. "It's hard to argue with you when you're so cute," he told her frustratedly. "I know," she smirked, pecking his cheek before leaving the store. "Now we'll do your mum. What do you think she'd like? Is she a jewellery kinda gal? Maybe I should make her something instead? I can sew?" she asked nervously. "Love, don't stress about this, okay? My mum will like it no matter what you do," Fred consoled. "No, you don't know that! I need to impress her," Gen muttered. "What? Why?" he asked. "What? Oh, no reason," she shrugged. "I don't believe you. Spit it out," he said, and she shook her head. "I'll tickle you. This is me being nice because I'm giving you a warning. I will tickle you," he warned. "You wouldn't dare! Fred, no!" she squealed, bursting into a fit of giggles as he tickled her. She squirmed and wiggled out of his grasp, running away from him while laughing her head off. He chased after her as she turned corners and behind buildings. He finally caught her when she slowed to catch her breath. He pinned her against the back of a store, his chest breathing hard against hers. He stared into her eyes and leaned in close. "Why do you need to impress my mum?" he asked her quietly. Gen blushed. "Because you don't have a chance with a guy if his mum doesn't like you," she replied, looking away from him. He let go of her, taking a few steps backs, his eyes wide. She was afraid of what he'd say. Had she ruined everything? And then he started laughing. He laughed and laughed until he was wheezing. She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. "What's so funny?" she asked defensively. He settled down and wiped the tears from his eyes. Then he sighed. "So many things, Gen! First, if it's anyone who wouldn't stand a chance here, it's me. Second, my mum already loves you and she hasn't even met you. She wrote me saying you must be a good influence because in the week you've been here, she hasn't gotten a single letter home saying I'm in some sort of trouble. Third... Oh, for Merlin's sake, Genevieve," he exclaimed, pushing her against the wall again, gently this time, and kissing her. Kissing her with every molecule of energy in his body, with every ounce of emotion he possessed. He snaked his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, both of them pulling the other closer. This wasn't just any kiss. This kiss stopped time. This kiss made the world turn upside down. This kiss changed everything. They kissed until their lungs burned, and she pulled out, resting her forehead on his collarbone. He rested his chin on top of her head, softly kissing it now and again. She was left in a daze. He intoxicated her by just standing next to her, but when he touched her, it burned. It burned in such a good way. In a way that only left her wanting more. 

     "I want to do that again. I mean, I want to be able to do that again," he told her, whispering it right above her ear. "You can do that whenever you want, Fred," she said, leaving him with a huge smile on his face. "Stop worrying about my family liking you. You're the kind of girl you bring home to mum. You're the girl I'm bringing home to mum because I know you will fit in perfectly with my mental family," he told her. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She looked up at him. "That is adorable and so romantic and I hate to ruin it by being so anal, but I still have to come prepared and on my best behaviour. What would your mum like?" she asked persistently. He laughed and kissed her forehead. "If you really want to give her something she'd like, you could not go wrong with jewellery. She has one ratty old necklace that my dad gave her for her first Christmas. She sold everything else to keep us happy and healthy growing up. She's forbidden us from buying her anything because she thinks it's a waste of money. She'd rather us spend it on sweets if it made us happy, bless her," he said sadly. Gen frowned. "I'll get her the most beautiful piece of goddamn jewellery that has ever settled on this earth," she said with determination. Fred smiled and took Gen's hand. She let him this time. He led her to a jewellery shop on the strip and she pulled him in excitedly. She inspected the display intently before her eyes landed on a necklace that displayed the letter M in diamonds and silver. She gasped. "Fred! Does your mum have anything with her initial on it?" she asked excitedly. "What? I don't think so," he replied. "Well, that's it then! Excuse me sir, I'll take that one, the M," she asked the man behind the counter. "That one will cost you at 12 galleons and 9 sickles," he replied, and Fred grabbed her hand as she went to grab her money. "Genevieve," Fred said carefully. "Fred," she replied. "That's too much, love. It's too much," he told her. "Fred, if you can look at that necklace and tell me your mother would not just love receiving something with her initial on it for once at Christmas- or that she wouldn't love a diamond necklace, I won't buy it for her," she argued reasonably. He sighed and let her hand go. She paid the man and took the necklace happily, placing it in her bag with the gift for his father. "I think that's enough spending for one day, Gen, you're making me dizzy," Fred told her uneasily. "You make me dizzy all the time but you don't hear me complaining," she replied, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his lips quickly. She thanked the man and left the shop at a bit of a skip. Fred sighed and followed. This girl was going to be the death of him.