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Battle of Hogwarts
Harry and Ron shuffle under the invisibility cloak out into the hallway in order to get to the Room of Requirement.
"Fuck everywhere you look there's another bloody death eater." Ron mutters after they narrowly avoided colliding with a death eater.
"That is to be expected Ron. We are in the middle of a war here. Petrificus Totalus."
The death eater hit the ground with a thud. Before he is able to open his mouth Ron points his wand at him.
"Silencio."
The two boys shuffle a few more feet down the hall, making sure their feet are not showing under the cloak.
"Everyday I'm shuffling."
Harry snorts.
It's been over two months since the Golden Trio had had sleep for more than 4 hours. To put it mildly the three teenagers were on edge, slightly grumpy, and had little to no speech filters.
"You two keep talking and everyone's going to know you're there."
Fred laughs as two sets of middle fingers float in the air for a few seconds before vanishing.
George's POV
It amazes me how so many students and death eaters do not think to look above their heads. I've got Granger in my lap facing me as she fires off spells and curses over my shoulder as I steer the broom.
"Knew you'd warm up to me eventually Granger."
"Conjunctivitis! This the first- Stupefy!- time a girl is pressed against you and not fucking? Stupefy damn it!"
I grin, recklessly kissing her ear as I dodge a wayward curse.
Hermione and I have gotten real close in the last couple of weeks. Upon her, Harry, and Ron's return from only Merlin knows where she was the one who bandaged my head after my left ear was cursed off. On the battlefield of all places. Luna guarded us until Hermione finished her work and took off.
Since then Fred and I have become extra protective of her.
And I have become extra fond of one Miss. Luna Lovegood.
Hermione screeches in my non-existent ear of bandages at the unexpected sharp left and dip.
"I hate fucking flying! Bloody Stupefy! Why won't you stay down!?"
Having only Harry and Ron for company for a couple of months is bound to make anyone's vocabulary nasty.
"How you hanging in there, Mione?"
"Just peachy George. Obliviate!"
That one happens to be her favourite charm. A death eater doesn't stand a chance against a student on the ground if they can't remember the curses to use or why they were fighting to begin with.
I press my mouth against her ear.
"Let's go check on the wandering duo. The students seem to be having the upper hand."
I take Hermione's nod as consent before zooming out of the room.
Hermione's POV
I fucking hate flying! Why did I agree to this? Oh yeah, because it's a fucking good idea. Damn it I hate heights!
I rearrange my sitting stance so I am now behind George, my arm remaining securely around his waist.
We pass over two death eaters on the ground, their angry eyes following us.
"Looks like Ronald and Harry are doing alright." George says over his shoulder.
I smirk. Today's D-Day. I can feel it.
"Stupefy!"
"Protego! Crucio!"
"Confundus!"
George growls as we near Fred's post. I squint, trying to make out who the death eater was. Didn't look familiar.
"Son of a bitch."
I rest a hand against George's shoulder, reminding him to remain silent.
Fred managed to dodge the crucio curse, but just barely.
George and I lean forward to gain speed towards the two wizards.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Flipendo!"
Fred isn't able to avoid that one.
His body slams against the stone wall with a resounding crack.
George raises his wand as the death eater shouts "Reducto!"
That's when everything becomes slow motion. The only sound I hear is my heartbeat.
The death eater raises his wand at the wall behind Fred, making the large stones explode over Fred in a shower.
I faintly hear George's "Avada Kedavra" before I leap off George's broom, pointing my wand at Fred's unconscious body.
"Wingardium Leviosa. Accio Fred." I say this before I hit the ground.
I hear a scream.
I feel my bones crack.
And then nothing.
Harry and Ron are jolted awake by Hermione's blood curdling scream.
"FRED!"
They remain frozen in their chairs as Hermione's body bolts into a sitting position from her hospital bed. Wild eyes blindingly scanning the room in search of said person.
A doctor and two nurses rush into her room, blocking the boys' sight of their best friend.
For the past week Hermione had been lying in a coma, healers carefully mending all broken bones and praying her body didn't shut down.
"Two spells at once."
"And to move a body no less."
"Shouldn't have done that."
"So brave!"
Harry and Ron share a look as they both lean against the door frame.
Yes what Hermione did was dangerous.
Yes she nearly killed herself.
Yes it takes a lot of magical capability to move a body.
Yes Yes Yes YES! Let's move on already!
Fred and George scramble into the room.
Rather, George pushes Fred, who is in a full body cast and in a wheelchair, into the room.
"You rang?"
Ron and Harry flock to Hermione's bedside as the St. Mungo's people leave the room.
"Fred?" Hermione's voice is now barely above a whisper.
"He's right here 'Mione." Harry whispers frantically, his eyes suspiciously watery.
Hermione's neck snaps to the side, her eyes drinking in the sight of Fred.
"Fred?"
The cast blinks.
Her eyes meet George's.
"Is he-?"
"Yeah he's gunna be ok. Scrapes, bruises, and a couple bones in places that they're definitely not supposed to be in but he still has a functioning penis so I'm gunna say he's top notch!"
Fred growls.
Hermione nods, grimacing as she lies back against her pillow. Each hand is gripped by Harry and Ron. She glances at Harry. "Did you?"
"Yes. He's finally gone Hermione. He won't be coming back."
"Good."
She turns to Ron. "How long have I been here?"
"Just under a week." He hands her a glass of water.
"And now it's time for all of you to leave so she can rest!" A stern looking nurse commands at the door, a clipboard in hand.
Ron sputters, his cheeks flaming. "But we just got to see her!"
"That is besides the point! All of you shouldn't be here anyways! Now I must insist you leave at once! You can see her again tomorrow."
Harry and Ron rise to their feet at Hermione's nod, each kissing her on the forehead before departing.
Fred begins making grunting noises of protest as George begins wheeling him out of the room.
George rolls his eyes. "Look can't he stay here for a while? His room is right next door and it's not like he's gunna keep Granger up with all his chattering!"
The nurse purses her lips. "That alright with you Miss. Granger?"
"Yes." Hermione whispers, grimacing at the sharp pain in her head at her nodding.
"Fine." The nurse points a gnarled green finger nail at George. "You. Out!"
George sniffs delicately, bringing a small smile to Hermione's face. "I can see when I'm not wanted. I'll be in the waiting room until visiting hours are over Fred." He pats his brother's bandaged head before walking out of the room.
Seeing that Fred was going to be beside her bed, Hermione sighs softly before fully relaxing against her pillow. Her eyes remain fixated on the body cast in the wheelchair.
The nurse shakes her head at the ginger boy before looking over at her two patients. "Press the buzzer if you need anything. Welcome back Miss. Granger."