Fred woke to the sun shining in his eyes. He went to move but felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

"No moving Fred," the voice of Evan Hollander said immediately, her voice coming from behind a large desk, "Doctor's orders."

Fred opened his eyes and looked around; he was still in the hospital wing, a blanket over his chest and a dull ache on his chest.

He was about to make a rather unsavoury joke to her about nurses when he saw George walk through the door.

"Morning Georgie," Fred breathed deeply, feeling an uncomfortable tug at his chest, "How'd you sleep?"

"Like an angel dear brother," George laughed, "I see they didn't amputate."

"No," Healer Hollander's voice from behind her desk agreed, "No need to amputate."

Fred laughed, "It was like a horror show!" Fred began describing a night of blood, puss and gore, but it seemed that George was more interested in Healer Hollander.

Knowing it wasn't Madam Pomfrey's voice, George had walked over to the desk to see Hollander sitting in a pair of black tights, white t-shirt; her potions stained apron hanging on the chair behind her. She had her long red hair tied loosely at the back of her head with a thick black band but thin strands were falling in front of her face.

"Morning," George said brightly to Hollander, "I don't believe we've met…"

"Healer Evangeline Hollander," Fred said, as he pulled himself up from his bed and walked unsteadily over to the two, "This is –"

"George Weasley," George finished for his brother, "The better twin."

Hollander laughed a little, not moving her eyes from the large potions book she was currently pouring her time into.

"Fred said you'd say that."

"Of course he did," George said, glaring at his brother, "He knows I'm the more truthful twin as well."

Hollander looked at the two of them, a small smile playing at the sides of her mouth. Then she looked at Fred, frustration took over.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed." She said, raising her eyebrows at him.

"These two never do what they are asked," a fourth voice injected itself into the conversation. It was Madam Pomfrey, "Help him lie back down Miss Hollander and I'll have a look at the patch work you did while I was asleep."

"Yes Madam," Hollander stood quickly, throwing her apron around her neck and tying it to her waist. Shotting a sideways glance at the twins, she laid her hand on Fred's upper left arm and steered him back to the bed he had previously occupied.

"Poppy," Fred groaned as he slid back into bed, "I missed you."

As Fred and George were harassing Madam Pomfrey, Evan occupied herself with unwrapping Fred's shoulder, neck and chest. She couldn't help her eyes linger, just as they had the previous night, on Fred's muscled chest. He had told her that he and George were beaters for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and she couldn't help but notice that the sport had been good to him. Shaking her head to rid herself of the Images of Fred, she opened her eyes in horror to see Fred staring at her.

"You ok, love?" Fred asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"I—I'm fine." She lied; she watched as Madam Pomfrey sat on the other side of Fred and checked his now-open wound

"Good clean up." Madam Pomfrey nodded as she ticked something off a small piece of parchment with her wand; she then took one of her sterilised hands and began examining the healing skin and pustules, "The wound is healing faster than expected."

"Yes madam," Evan said, "I used a salve I've been working on. It's practically the same as the recipe that Hogwarts uses but has a different ratio of Humming Fungus to Skinner's Herb in it than the original recipe. Mr Weasley will be feeling a little tingling sensation for the next few days as the Humming Fungus seals his skin back together."

Madam Pomfrey's lips pursed, "You made changes to the recipe?" Evan paled, "To my recipe?"

Evan looked at the floor, knowing George's, Fred's and Madam Pomfrey's eyes were on her, "Yes madam." She answered meekly.

"Well my dear," Madam Pomfrey started to smile, "I'll have you change the official recipe to the new ratios when you have a moment today."

Evan looked at Madam Pomfrey in surprise as the older healer went about poking Fred's wounds some more. She looked down at Fred; he was smiling slightly at her and it was making her stomach flutter.

Bugger it, she thought, Pull yourself together Evan!

Fred's smile turned to a grimace as Madam Pomfrey poked a rather large burn just below Fred's jawline.

"Take a closer look at that burn Miss Hollander. I can't help but think there's something stuck in there…" she looked between Fred and George; she was unimpressed, "I can't help but think it's part of a firecracker wrapper."

Evan between Fred and George too, "Firecracker?" She shook her head slightly and lowered her head so she could see the burn on Fred's neck better. As she was inspecting the wound closely when through the corner of her eye she saw Madam Pomfrey turn her attention to George, who was smiling with apprehension.

"You see Poppy…" George had started stopping quickly as Madam Pomfrey took him by the elbow and led him out of the infirmary; no doubt to yell at him for being so irresponsible.

Even sighed slightly while trying to think of a way to pull the paper out of Fred's neck, "Um Evan," Fred said, laughing uncomfortably.

"What Fred?" She replied irritably, trying to focus on Fred's wound and not their close proximity.

"Um…" he said clearing his throat uncomfortably, "Can you please, um… refrain from sighing like that again on my neck… it's a little…" Fred cleared his throat again, not wanting to finish his sentence.

Evan whipped her head up, her face flushing red, "Oh my—" she said, not looking at Fred, "I'm sorry… I'll just be over… there talking to Madam Pomfrey."

Fred watched as she had walking awkwardly to where Madam Pomfrey had entered the infirmary again and begin discussing what Fred assumed to be a way to remove the paper from his neck. It ended up not taking very long, Madam Pomfrey teaching Evan how to perform and small flicks of her wand to extract foreign objects from wounds.

Fred was a bit disappointed that Evan didn't do the procedure herself but watched from afar as Madam Pomfrey taught her. Evan didn't talk to Fred again that day, she re-dressed his burns and sent him on his way back to the dormitories with his afternoon classes excused. She had, however, offered a little smile and wave when Fred had bid farewell to the two Healers.