"But there's something you should know," said my red-headed saviour, looking down.

"Yeah?" I inquired, wondering what he was about to say. I fluttered my eyes open slowly. The light was strong at first, but simmered down.

"I-I, was the one who directed it at you." he said and everybody looked at him, shocked.

"You what?!" I heard Hermione, shocked the most among my friends. But I was definitely the most shocked. My heart was being torn apart, realizing that my 5-minute prince charming was just a fraud. I stared at the potion on the table next to me.

"Why would you-" spat Ron.

"-do that?!" spat Harry.

"W-w-well... you-you s-see..." started Fred.

"It's not his fault." I cut in, staring blankly in front of me, looking back at what had happened on the field. "We were having tryouts."

"Exactly! I didn't mean to, Bella. I didn't!" Fred stated, defending himself.

"I know. I just... just want to talk to Hermione... alone..." I said clearly, still staring blankly at the same spot. They immediately obeyed and Fred was the last one to leave, looking at me sadly and apologetically, then closing the big, oak doors behind him.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione.

"Physically, yeah." I said, looking at her.

"Remember everything? No amnesia or something?"

"Yes and no. Just a little confused. Was he mad that we won?" I looked down.

"I know it was Quidditch, and you were on opposing teams, but, why did he hit... you? I mean, you did grab the Snitch, but the ball came like, 5 minutes after..." asked Hermione, wondering aloud.

"I don't know. But I don't really want to talk to him." I replied, glancing at Hermione, then swiftly looking down again. I don't understand why I was feeling so strongly about this, I just was. A moment's silence passed and Madame Pomfrey requested that Hermione be out in a matter of minutes.

"Well, I have to go soon, so..." Hermione said.

"Hey, I'll be out by tomorrow and, well..." I said, repeating in my head what I was going to say.

"Yeah?"

"Could you help me avoid Fred?" I just needed to clear my head for a while. He might be secretly mad at me or something.

"Now why would you want to do that? He said he was sorry, and you backed him up..."

"I just feel like he didn't mean it... I may sound like I'm over-reacting, but... I feel hurt by it." I looked down again.

"Hey," Hermione pulled up my chin so I was looking up, facing her. She hunched over and whispered, "At least you made the team. Plus, I understand. Sure I'll help." and kissed my forehead. She may be my best friend, but she acted like a mother, which I was so grateful for.

"Thanks." I said. She walked away, waving.

I fluffed my pillows and lay them flat. I thought about everything that happened today, trying to soak up what just happened today. Soon, I was drenched in sleep; a deep, tireless, wonderful sleep.

-FRED's POV-

"Why did you-" spat Ron.

"-do that?!" spat Harry.

"W-w-well... you-you s-see..." I started.

"It's not his fault." Bella cut in, staring blankly in front of her. "We were having tryouts."

"Exactly! I didn't mean to, Bella. I didn't!" I stated, defending myself.

"I know. I just... just want to talk to Hermione... alone..." She said clearly, still staring blankly at the same spot. We immediately obeyed and I was the last one to leave, looking at her sadly and apologetically, then closing the big, oak doors behind me.

"Mate, why did you hit her? She already caught it." said George, who hadn't said anything for quite awhile. "Were you mad because they won?"

"Um...well..." I said to my twin. "I'll tell you in our room."

We all walked in silence and went to the common room. Harry and Ron were tired from tryouts so they just went up to bed. Soon, Hermione came in and followed suit. George grabbed my wrist and pulled me to our dorm like a little kid and sat ourselves down on my bed.

"Tell. Me. Everything." George stated.

"Well..." I started and told him what happened. "I was watching the game far from Bella and watched her. I tried to protect her from all the balls that were flying around but tried for it not to be obvious. Then I watched her and she caught the Snitch. I was happy she caught it I mean, she beat Harry! So Angelina gestured for us to continue what we were doing then I heard some shouts from behind me. It was Malfoy and his goons."

"And?" George said, interested and worried at the same time.

"And they started saying stuff like 'Oh, Weaselbee got beat by a girl' or 'Aww... I saw him staring at the weak, spineless, ugly pulp.' or 'Hey Weaselbee!Fancy a mudblood there you blood traitor?' and it got to me. A Bludger was coming towards me and I was so angry and watching Bella focusing on her. Then, the Bludger came and I wacked it hard. Before I realized it, I was still looking at her and the stubborn ball was hurdling towards Bella and hit her head! I saw her fall and I was close to the ground anyway, so I jumped off my broom and ran towards the ground she could have landed on. I just had so much adrenaline, I guess. I held out my arms in time to catch her. She blinked a few times then fainted. Then, we took her to the Hospital Wing and well, you know the rest."

"Wow, mate. I understand." George looked with worry and pity in my eyes. "Malfoy can get anybody fired up..."

We bid goodnight and said our prayers... I couldn't fall asleep. My head was too worried about Bella. Ugh, I felt so bad. I just wanted to hold her in my arms so she knew I wouldn't hurt her. I would never mean to hurt her. I love her. I just wished that I could be with her and see her face. It pained me knowing I caused her this pain, and I fell into a restless slumber.

-End of Fred's POV-

"Dear, wake up." said a familiar voice, Madame Pomfrey. "You need to get up in time for lunch."

"Huh?" I said, grabbing my glasses and looking at the big clock. "11:00 already?!"

"Yes, dear." she said, fixing my bedside and handing me some orange juice.

"Oh, thank you so much." I said, smiling up at her.

"No problem sweetie." She said back, returning the smile. "I have laid out your clothes so you get changed. I'll leave you for a bit to get yourself ready..." she said, trailing off in thought.

I closed the curtains around my bed and began undressing. I folded my clothes neatly in a pile and slipped into the articles of clean clothing Madame Pomfrey neatly lay out for me.