Taylor's POV

I had a cell phone in my bag. I gave Fred a few minutes then I ran up the stairs to Ginny's room, shuffled things around in my bag, and located the cell phone. I turned it on as I walked outside the contact sheet folded and clutched tightly in my left hand. My feet made their way to one of the biggest trees in the yard and leaning against it I dialed the number.

After ringing three times a woman's sleepy voice answered, "Great Plains Regional Medical Center, my name is Cherrie how may I help you tonight?"

"I need to speak to Lucy Bines, or somebody near her. She's in room 314c. She's my mother." My voice was flat as I rattled off all these things. She was my mother shouldn't I be feeling something?

"Sweetheart I'd love to help you but visiting hours were over at eight." Damn I totally forgot about the fact it was probably close to eleven. "I could pull up her file and give you an update if you like."

I was pretty sure they weren't supposed to give away information that easily but I wanted to know the truth so I simply said, "Please do."

"Alright give me a second here." I listened as she hummed a light tune and her fingers clacked away at the keyboard. "Lucy Bines is in critical condition. Right now she is in a coma, and on life support. I'm sorry sweetie."

My breath caught in my chest. The Holly Wood chick LIED to me! She was going to be okay? Sure! She was on life support! "Hun, you still there?" My mom was on life support. Meaning she couldn't live on her own. I heard myself thank Cherrie and say good bye. Then I sunk to the ground.

Every situation was pressing on me. My mother, how the hell was I supposed to feel about that? Sure she was a stupid bitch who was a shitty mother, but she was my mother. I loved her, and she was dying. Yet I didn't feel the urge to run and weep by her bedside so that I'd be there when she took her last breath. Then there was Fred, my brother slash now secret boyfriend. I loved the fact he was my boyfriend, I realized that now. Maybe I had always wanted him to be. Taylor you can't think things through tonight, you're too tired go to bed.

I managed to pull myself up and tip toe in the house sliding past Mrs. and who were in deep conversation. I slid out of my clothes and into an oversized cotton tee shirt and a pair of cotton short shorts. Just as I was resting my head on my pillow I felt something. Sitting up I reached inside my pillow case and there was a note along with a purple lilac. I smiled and opened the note and in Fred's scrawl there was a sweet cliche message:

Basically I'm going all third year on your ass and double dog daring you to fall in love with me

~Fred

"Fred." I whispered his name as I got comfortable again and it felt great on my lips.

I had just finished putting on my pink and white dress that had a summer feel to it when Fred opened the door. According to the clock on the wall he still had a few hours to sleep left so I merely gave him a questioning look as I ran a towel through my hair. "I have to pee, is that a crime?" He asked.

I flipped my head over and was running my fingers through it as I answered, "No it's just unusual to see you up before you have to be. Continue on with your business." He scrunched his eyebrows together. "What is it?" I added some Dry 'nd Straight to my hair feeling it straighten beneath my fingers.

"Just..." He licked his lips. "It's kinda awkward to pee with you in here."

"It hasn't ever stopped you before." I went on to make up.

"But it's different now."

"If you're going to go all weird and girly on me then let's stop this train right now. Trust me Fred I am not going to be starring at you while you pee. Your penis doesn't hold that much attraction to me."

"Well somebody is in a bitchy mood."

"Bitchy? Nah, try honest."

He went on with his business in silence and then after pulling his pajama bottoms up looked me over. "A dress? A little impractical for the weather isn't it? I mean it's rainy and dreary outside."

"I have my outfit planned out perfectly okay? Are you my fashion designer?" I gathered my products in my hand and started towards Ginny's room.

"No." He followed me. I put my things in my trunk and drug it out of the door into the hall way so somebody could bring it down later. Then I turned looking at Fred expectantly, he was still standing there so clearly he must need something. "Come on."

"What?"

"You're only up this early because you can't sleep. You can't sleep because you had a nightmare again. We're going back to bed." I cringed. He was right of course. Nightmares weren't unusual for me, but most of the time I would crawl in bed with one of the twins instead of just getting up and getting ready. Now that I think about it it sounds like I'm some kind of whore, you just have to understand these guys have always been my brothers...until Now.

"No, I'm fine." Actually I was very tired and wanted nothing more then to go back to bed but I couldn't bring myself to go lay back down in my own cot in Ginny's room.

"Just come on." I shook my head stubbornly. "Why?"

"It's different now." My argument echoed his from earlier.

"Having my hands all over you in bed would be anti our relationship so I promise to refrain, for now." He winked taking my hand and dragging me into Ron's room. I stood at the end of his bed arms crossed and head set in the determined way of mine. "Come now princess your royal throne awaits." I shook my head again. "Have it your way then."

Then that stupid boy lifted me up. I went to object the remembered there were sleeping people around. He slid me under the sheet like I weighed two pounds. How he could move me so easily was kind of cute...Taylor! He tucked the covers in around me then laid on top of them. He rolled over and kissed the tip of my nose, "Sleep for a couple more hours love."

"Shh!" I whispered.

"Everyone's asleep calm down." I didn't answer but gave him a look. How'd he return this? With a dejected look that made me feel bad. Sighing I took reached over and took his hand, surely nobody would notice such a simple gesture or think anything of it.

I wouldn't know for awhile how wrong that assumption was.

Author's Note: It's kind of fluffy. I'm trying to start the different plot lines that are going to happen and end up weaving a web. They get back to Hogwarts next chapter. Now I have a big question for you! What famous person does Taylor make you think of, looks wise? Please please answer in a review! I'm looking on doing a video for it but I can't decide so I need who YOU think of when you think of Taylor! So PLEASE answer! Much love you guys!