Fred was touching her with such careful hands. He reached a certain spot that made her scream in agony. He quickly stopped and held her to him in the gentlest embrace he had ever experienced. Everything he was doing for her made her want cry with overwhelming emotions. She finally gathered up the courage to say what she had been thinking. "Why are you helping me?" She asked. "I'm just a mud… mudblood." She choked out through newly formed tears.
Fred just kept blinking at her for a few moments before he could answer. "Why would I treat you any different?" I t almost came out as a shout that made Hermione wince. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Hermione listen to me. Who your parents were is of absolutely no importance to me or anyone else in my family. You're a beautiful witch and extremely talented to boot. You have absolutely no need to be all self-loathing because a witch who belongs in the insanity ward at St. Mungo's and murders people for a living told you that you were less than what you are. And if I hear you call yourself that name again, you're going to be in for it when you heal."
She kissed his hand and smiled up at him before mouthing, Thank you, Fred. He leaned over and, to her surprise, brushed his lips past her in a gentle kiss. Hermione looked up at him in shock but quickly stored away her expression as George walked in to change shifts. Fred moved out of the room and closed the door behind him as George sat down in the chair and took over dabbing at her wounds. He rung the rag out over the bowl and a scary amount of blood was squeezed out of it as well. He winced seeing all the blood and quickly cleansed the water of it. "You know he really cares about you." He whispered almost inaudible.
"Who does?" She asked secretly already knowing the answer.
"Fred." He answered simply. "He about broke down in tears when he saw how bad you were hurt. I would go as far as to say that he loves you." George seemed unfazed by his words and kept dabbing at her bleeding cuts. He stared down at the word 'MUDBLOOD' carved onto her arm and having almost the same reaction as Fred but in a more brotherly way. "Hermione." He whispered.
"Don't." She said quickly cutting him off. "I don't want to talk about it. I just… I can't okay." He nodded and held onto her hand as he kept up his work.
After a while Fred came back in and smiled sweetly at her. He and George traded places and Fred moved to the other side of her, pulling the chair with him. "Do you have any more wounds that need cleaning?" He asked.
Hermione wasn't completely sure how to respond to that. She tried to sit up but fell back down only to be caught by Fred. She laid back down and pulled up her shirt, revealing the flat stomach that lay beneath. On her stomach, however, were what appeared to be hundreds of deep scratches along her abdomen. The cuts ascended up her stomach to her chest. His eyes followed the trail with a mix of sorrow and lust shining in his eyes. "I'm going to kill her for doing this to your beautiful body." He growled as he dabbed at her stomach. He placed a small kiss just above her navel that made her shutter relentlessly. Fred only smiled and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear, before he kissed her again. "Let me protect you?" He begged.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I was pressed for time with this one. I hope you all enjoy! Reviews are very appreciated as well.