Long awaited chapter nine. Sorry took forever! I finished 10 so that'll be up shortly!
please RnR!
"No. No your not dying," I laid my hand on his forehead; he was burning up.
"I feel so strange," he whispered, "I'm freezing."
"Your just ill Fred, I'll take you to the Madame Pomfrey, you'll be alright."
About an hour later, I stood patiently outside the hospital wing, my heart thumping violently inside my chest. Fred couldnt die, he just couldnt. "I won't let him," I whispered to myself. I had no one else.
My mind wandered back to all those times Fred and I had shared together; my eyes instantly filling up with tears. I quickly wiped them away as several Ravenclaws wandered down the hallway; chatting animatedly as if they had no other care in the world except the worry of their final exams.
"Are you alright?"
Startled that someone was asking me a question, I looked up and came face to face with Harry.
"Fred's ill, Harry."
"What do you mean?" He placed a hand on my shoulder, "What's wrong with him?"
"I dont know," my voice was shaking now, "He was burning up, but he said he was freezing. He thinks he's going to die."
"He's not going to die," whispered Harry, "He's just really ill."
"You didn't see his face Harry. He looked so hopeless and frail," my voice cracked on 'frail', and tears began to roll freely this time, "I just dont know what I'd do without him."
Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders, "It'll be alright George, you'll see."
To Fred and I, Harry was usually good for only one thing. But now as he held me there by the hospital wing, I was suddenly greatful I had someone to hold onto. Fred was always my backbone. But now...he was deathly ill, and who else would I have?
And now there was Harry. Willing and ready to catch me if I should ever fall. I buried my head into his neck, "You have the tournament to think about," I whispered, "I dont need you worrying about us too."
"How could I not worry?" he murmured into my ear, "Your my best mate's brothers." I felt Harry's lips gently brush against my ear, and my entire body trembled. It was only a few days ago that Harry and I had been together. I felt so guilty about it afterward, that it killed me eachtime I saw Fred hours after. "You should lie down," he whispered, "Your exhausted." His fingers ran underneath my shirt, sending tiny shivers up my spine. "You were a good fuck George."
I pulled away from Harry, my tear stained cheeks a bright red, "How can you?" I snapped angrily, "All you care about is - this?"
"George, your tense-"
"Your really terrible, you know that?"
I turned on my heel and went straight into the hospital wing. Harry had some nerve, making me think that he actually cared for once. All he wanted was to get me in bed with him again. I was disgusted.
And then it happened. Fred's mattress was rolled up, the sheets lay folded at the foot of the bed. "No..." I cried, "No. He couldnt have..."
I turned toward's Madame Pomfrey's office, and I felt sweet relief wash over me.
Fred was sitting up in a chair, as Madame Pomfrey spoonfed him steaming broth. "Your alright!" I cried, knocking over a chair, rushing towards Fred, "I was so worried." I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders, knocking the broth to the floor.
"Your going to give him a heart attack!" Madame Pomfrey hissed, "Calm down!"
I didnt care. "What happened?" I cried, "What was the matter?"
"Scarlet Fever," said Madame Pomfrey from across the room, "A Muggle illness that's usually found in small children, though its much worse if you get it when your older. Don't know how he contracted it. Fever's going down though, thats always a good thing."
"You scared me," I whispered, "Don't you ever do that again!"
"I dont really plan on it," he snickered, "It wasnt enjoyable."
"His fever is down," said Madame Pomfrey, returning to rest her hand on Fred's forehead, "But let me know if anything changes. He should rest this weekend. No activity whatsoever."
As Fred got up to get dressed, Madame Pomfrey pulled me aside, "I sent for your parents. They'll be here tonight. But I'm letting you know that even though Fred may have pulled out of this, the fever has weakened his heart for good." Seeing the confusion plastered across my face, Madame Pomfrey continued, "He won't feel as energetic as he used to be. He'll be a bit more tired, and become ill more often. I'm just asking you, since your with him every second of the day, to just watch out for him. If he gets this ill again, chances are, he might not make it."
Leading Fred back to the common room, I told him that Mum and Dad would be making an appearance later on. "No," Fred groaned, "The last thing I need is Mum squeezing me till I suffocate."
The common room was unusually quiet for this time of day, though when we reached the stairs to the dormitories, Ron came rushing down to meet us. "Bloody hell Fred! Harry's just told me. Are you alright?"
"Couldn't feel any better," Fred winced.
"Come on Ron, let the man through," I laughed, " He's got better things to do than stand here all day, listening to your crying."
"That's right George," Fred turned and whispered in my ear, "I think I need a nap."
"Well Mum and Dad are coming later," Ron cried after us, "They're worried sick!"
"Of course they are," muttered Fred, "I wont get a moment's peace once they come here."
Once we reached our dormitory, all Fred wanted to do was lay down and sleep for the rest of the afternoon. I made him put on clean socks, and one of Mum's warmest homemade sweaters (although Fred protested about that, he eventually gave in). "Good night, George," he yawned, "Wake me up before dinner. I need real food."
Not more than ten seconds later, did I hear Fred's breathing become a little more louder than usual, and I realized he had finally dozed off.
When I turned to leave, Ron was standing in the doorway. "What was the matter?" he asked, "Was it a fever?"
"Yeah," I said, pushing him out of the way, "He's alright now."
"Good," he said with a nod, "Harry was really worried when he told me."
"Oh really?" I said, spinning around on my heels to face Ron again, "Was he really that worried? Didn't seem that way when I spoke to him."
"What the bloody hell are you on about, George?"
"Nothing."
And with that, I walked straight back into the dormitory, slamming the door in a very perplexed looking Ron's face. "Well," he called after me, "I just received a packaged from Mum this morning. And well...I was wondering if you could help me with it, you know? Its um...well, she sent me dress robes."
I buried my face into my pillow, "Go away," I muttered into the cushion.
"Alright," called Ron, obviously realizing that I didnt want to talk at the moment, "I'll see you at dinner."