Chapter 15: I Just Want A Nap
"Accio broom." Ginny yelled pointing her wand at the castle. Moments later it came to a halt next to Ginny. Ginny and Hermione got Demon on the broom before Ginny climbed on behind her. They raced up to the castle through the halls and into the Hospital Wing.
Demon had passed out and woke 20 minutes later. Her back burned with pain as Madam Pomfrey and another witch with hair just like George's dabbed at the cuts on her chest. Her shirt had been taken off and a well-placed sheet and hospital curtains were all that separated her and the Voices mumbling her name. Demon groaned and rolled on her side.
"You have to stay on your back while we finish working on your front dear." The red headed woman said a sympathetic look on her face.
"I can't right now. I need to stay here for a minute." Demon croaked. Madam Pomfrey handed her a goblet of water and Demon drained it in seconds.
"Demon?" She heard George ask hesitantly.
"Hi George. How are you and Fred feeling?" Demon asked through the curtain. She rolled on her back to let the ladies finish their work.
"We're fine." George said.
"Spectacular." Fred added. "How are you feeling?"
"Like a ray of sunshine." Demon joked. The red haired woman gave a little smirk.
"Demon that's our mum. She and dad came and after they found out we were okay she started fretting over you. You should probably get used to that." George said.
"I got that impression with the hair and all." Demon smiled at Mrs. Weasley who threw an irritated look at the curtain. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Weasley but maybe we could do another introduction when I have a shirt on." Demon grinned.
"Oh dear." Mrs. Weasley laughed. "George has told up so much about you."
"Depending on what he told you, I assure you none of it's true." Demon said. Mrs. Weasley gave a small smile. She and Madam Pomfrey sat Demon up and started wrapping bandages all over her body.
Demon spoke jokingly to Madam Pomfrey, "Okay so I think I'll reserve this bed for tomorrow around this time and I'll bring you some pumpkin juice for all your troubles." Madam Pomfrey chuckled at this.
A while later they finished fixing Demon up and she pulled on a shirt that someone had brought down from her dorm. Mrs. Weasley went to Dumbledore's office to meet up with Mr. Weasley and the others had long since gone back to the common room.
George had stayed though and helped her back. When they got to the common room everyone was staring at them. George sent her up to her dorm and he headed to his. It was six forty-five on the clock in her dorm while she changed into a royal purple satin nightgown with spaghetti straps that fell about mid thigh on her. When she walked back towards her bed, rather grumpy and bored at this point, her other dorm mates came in.
"Demon, are you okay?"
"Can you tell us what happened?"
"How are you feeling?"
Questions bombarded her left, right and center. Not wanting to say anything rude she walked out of her dorm room. At the bottom of the stairs to the girls' dormitory she felt everyone staring at her again and she felt the incredible urge to yell, BOO.
She turned right around and walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. She found George's room, knocked and barely waiting for a response walked into the room. George, Lee, and another boy they shared the dorm with were in there. George was gathering up his books preparing to go to the library.
Demon stood there in her nightgown and bandages; exhausted wanting nothing more than to be left alone to sleep. The boys stared at her and she saw George's eyes make a sweeping glance from her feet coming up and resting on her face.
"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"Can I borrow your bed? If your not going to use it that is." Demon asked.
"Yeah. Sure." George said clearing his books off it. "What's wrong with yours?
"Nothing but boys tend to ask less questions than girls. Everyone in my dorm wouldn't leave me alone. I'll give it back I swear. I just need a twenty minute power nap." Demon said walking quietly over owing to the fact that she has nothing on her feet.
"Thank you so much George." She said giving him a light peck on the cheek before climbing under his covers. He sat down at his desk and began his homework. He kept sneaking glances at her when she fell asleep.
Demon dreamed about the night that Blake had hurt her. He stood over her with a knife as she sat curled in the corner a tear streaming down her cheek.