The American Sisters: Confusion
Ok guys, first of all I want to thank everyone for reading, and an extra thanks to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate all your comments a lot, so keep reviewing! Also, I've gotten some criticism about Tracy and Courtney being Mary Sues, but I hope they have a little more depth than that, although I admit they have some Mary Sue qualities. Ok well read the other three before you read this if you haven't already, and then read and review please! Thanks!
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"Tracy? Tracy? TRACY!" Tracy opened her eyes with great difficulty, and was surprised to see the worried looking face of Fred peering down at her.
"What are you doing here? You're going to get in trouble, now get out before one of my room mates wakes up and sees you!" She sat up in bed and immediately wished she hadn't. Fred's face swam in front of her, and she began to feel very dizzy. After battling with this for about a minute with a look of extreme concentration on her face she lay back down.
"Um, I don't think that's going to happen." Fred smiled wryly. "You see, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. You've been asleep since I brought you back here last night, and none of your room mates could wake you up. All of your teachers were pretty understanding though, except of course for Snape. You have detention at six on Friday."
"What happened last night? Why couldn't my room mates wake me up? Detention?" Tracy's voice grew more hysteric with each word she said, it was clear to Fred that she was completely confused.
"Gee Trace, you don't remember anything do you? Remember last night was the Yule Ball? Malfoy put something in your punch and you got really sick, finally you passed out and I brought you back here. I've been here ever since." She looked at him more closely and realized that he was still dressed in his now very rumpled looking dress robes. On the bottom of them was a familiar looking stain that Tracy decided not to examine too closely. He had huge dark circles under his eyes and looked very tired. "Anyway I came to see if you were feeling well enough to go get something to eat and then maybe come to Quidditch practice."
"Yeah of course, I can't believe I've been sleeping all this time." She sat up again and immediately the room started spinning wildly around her."
"Lie down. Before we do anything I'm going to take you to Madame Pomfrey, just to make sure you're ok. Where are your Quidditch robes?"
"The drawer over there. But you're not dressing me, I can do that myself no matter how sick I am. Go wait outside the door until I'm ready." He chuckled at how stubborn she could be when she was so obviously weak, then left to wait outside her door, just catching a glimpse of her getting out of bed in her big flannel nightshirt that her room mates had dressed her in last night when he had asked them for their help. Fred had been terrified last night. She had been fine when she had been throwing up, not fine but deathly ill either. But when she had passed out.......he shuddered. Her skin had been a pale bluish white and she had felt cold to the touch. Until Madame Pomfrey had told him to let her go sleep it off he had been terrified that he would lose her for a second time.
"Okay, I'm all ready! But I feel much better now, I don't think I really need to go see Madame Pomfrey." Fred looked over at Tracy, who was stepping out of the door dressed in her scarlet Quidditch robes. But despite her chipper voice he could tell that she was not feeling better at all. Her face was still very pale and the smile on her face was forced.
"You don't have to act all macho in front of me." He smiled at her. "Look we'll go to Madame Pomfrey just to check things out, Okay?" She smiled back, knowing that Fred could read her emotions well.
"Okay. And then lets go to the kitchen, I'm famished."
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"Just the after effects of a mild poison dear, it will be completely worn off by tomorrow. Skip Quidditch practice today, but if you want to go get something to eat with Fred you should be able to keep it down. You're a good boy for taking care of her all night Fred." He blushed, turning a deeper red than his hair.
"Oh, well it's the least I could do for a, um, for a friend." Madame Pomfrey smiled at him.
"Now, who put the poison in your drink dear?" Tracy screwed up her face as if she were battling with herself, and then gave Fred an apologetic look.
"I can't remember. I just drank one of the drinks at the table which is stupid I guess. I should have just drank the punch Fred gave me." Fred stared at her in amazement. Why hadn't she told on Malfoy?
"Well all right, if either of you remember anything please tell me or another teacher." She turned to Fred again. "Just make sure she doesn't eat anything too rich, or you'll get a couple more stains on your lovely dress robes." A look of horror came over Tracy's face and she rushed out of the room.
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"Tracy geez you were sick, there was nothing you could do about it. Please don't be upset my dress robes are NOT ruined and I do not care that you threw up on me. I'm just glad that you're all right. But what I do want to know is why you didn't tell on Malfoy."
"I just don't think I need to get him in trouble. If I start trying to get revenge on him I'll be just as bad as he is." Fred didn't really believe this answer, but decided to drop it right now. He had decided to tell Tracy that he was falling in, or had already fallen, in love with her. But just as he was about to open his mouth to tell her she began frantically waving at someone down the hall. As they got closer he saw a tall boy of about age nineteen, with dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a small mole just below his right eye.
"Patrick!" Tracy nearly squealed, and before Fred could say anything to her she ran up to the boy, jumped into his arms, and kissed him.
