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It had been almost two weeks since Fred has bid Evan goodbye at the doors of the infirmary and Fred was getting antsy. He hadn't seen her in the hallways or the great hall for a week after and now that she was back at Hogwarts, Fred was otherwise detained in the evenings. There had been a terrible accident in Potions class when Fred was daydreaming about a certain bright haired, blue eyed healer. While he was glassy-eyed, a Slytherin had slipped a vial of flobberworm mucus into his cauldron causing it to explode all over himself and an unfortunate Professor Snape.

"One week scrubbing cauldrons by hand." Snape had drawled, "Starting tonight."

It was Fred's last evening cleaning cauldrons and it was a particularly dirty one that was giving him hassle. It was, according to Professor Snape, Seamus Finnigan's cauldron and from what Fred knew about Seamus, he wasn't surprised. There were month-old potions caked on to the bottom at least two inches thick.

Fred huffed; this one cauldron would take him all night. He was about to scream aloud when he heard the door to the dungeons open. He watched in surprise as Evan walked in. She scanned the room, no doubt looking for Snape, when her eyes landed on Fred.

"Fred?" She asked, walking over to him, "What are you doing here?"

Fred looked down at the cauldrons then back up at her, "Cleaning."

Evan laughed softly, "Detention is probably more of an accurate answer."

"How could you tell?" he smiled at her, "This cauldron is literally going to kill me."

Evan looked around the room again, "No Snape?" she asked.

"In his office. Why?"

She waved her wand in Fred's direction and he watched as the six remaining cauldrons, including Seamus', cleaned themselves. After a few minutes, they were all clean. Fred looked at Evan questioningly.

"Well," she said, shrugging, "You're not the only rule breaker."

Fred actually laughed at her, "Thanks."

"So," she said awkwardly, "I have to see Professor Snape about a cauldron… I'll see you around."

A thought suddenly formed in Fred's mind, "Yeah, see you around." He answered with a cheeky smile.

Professor Snape had finally allowed Fred to leave; after checking his wand over and over for any recent cleaning spells. Fred practically raced to the Great Hall, took a sharp right, ran down a flight of stairs and skidded to a halt in front of the infamous fruit bowl portrait. He gently tickled pear and watched as the portrait swung open and he barrelled inside.

"Good evening Master Weasley!" several house elves greeted him.

"Hi everyone," he said, bending over to catch his breath, "Quick question…"

Dobby had rushed over to Fred with a large goblet of pumpkin juice, "Dobby is happy to answer Mr Weezy's question."

Fred took a long large gulp of the pumpkin juice, "Thanks Dobby." he looked appreciatively around the kitchens, "Have any of you spoken to Evan Hollander?"

"Oh yes!" came a small squeak from just behind Fred, he spun on his heel to see a small female house elf wearing a pillowcase toga, "I knows Miss Evangeline."

Fred smiled down at her, "That's fantastic! I need your help."

Fred left the kitchens about fifteen minutes later, holding a basket laden with food and drinks. Juvo, the house elf who tended to Evan's room, had given him all the information [and food] that he needed. He made the quick journey to the infirmary doors and knocked softly; not wanting to wake Madam Pomfrey.

There was a soft shuffling noise and the doors opened. Evan was standing in front of Fred, her hair falling messily around her shoulders – it looked to him as though she had been running her fingers through it repeatedly.

"Fred," she said with surprise for the second time that night.

"Evening," Fred nodded, the basket tucked behind his back, "May I come in?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely… and considering you usually just barge in, I suppose you may." She moved back, let Fred in to the infirmary, made her way back to her desk and, in true Evan fashion, climbed on to her desk.

Fred watched her, "Still pouring yourself over that book?"

"Still feeding students your toffees?" she countered, "I swear I've had three people since need me to shrink them back to normal size."

Fred laughed a little, "It wouldn't be an issue if you'd just tell me the spell to fix it."

Evan laughed as well, "One day." She said.

"Speaking of one day," Fred started, walking over to her desk and placing the basket next to her, "Are you hungry?"

Evan quirked an eyebrow at Fred as he took her hand and pulled her off her desk. He waved his wand and a small blanket Juvo had given him spread itself over her desk. He then guided Evan back to her desk and made her sit on the chair. Before she could ask him what was happening, Fred had taken a chair from the other side of the room and sat in it so they were facing each other over the table. Evan was still looking at Fred oddly as he reached into the basket and pulled out a small container.

"This is for you," he said, putting the container in front of her. Noticing she was staring at him still, he spoke again, "Would you please stop looking at me like that?"

"What's all this for?" Evan asked, ignoring his question.

Fred smiled, "A guy can't bring a girl some late night snacks?" he opened his package and eyed the four lamb sandwiches with glee.

"I suppose not…" Evan was still looking at Fred as he took a large bite. She looked down and opened her container; an intoxicating smell of cheese, bacon and pasta hit her nostrils. She made a small noise, almost a moan, as she took a bite.

"You like?" Fred asked, a small smile on his face as he watched her almost shovel another mouthful in.

"Homemade macaroni and cheese is literally my most favourite thing in the world. I could eat it all day and night if I could." She smiled up at Fred, finally taking a moment to breathe, "How did you know?"

He shook his head, "A man never tells his secrets."

"Juvo?" she asked.

"Juvo." Fred nodded.

Evan laughed lightly and offered her container to him, "Try some?"

Fred and Evan enjoyed their meals in silence for a while. She had given him a hearty portion of her macaroni and cheese after he had taken a bite and fallen in love with it too. Later, Evan had told Fred that the recipe Juvo used was a recipe Evan's grandmother had passed on to her before she died. Her mother and father abandoned her after she became a healer. Both of her parents were Muggles and didn't take too lightly to the fact she was a witch. They wanted her to be a nurse; she chose to be a healer in the wizarding community, so her parents had told her if she was going to live as an abomination she could do it alone. Fred had no idea why someone would do that to their child. Considering his mother was somewhat overbearing, he couldn't imagine being alone in the world.

Soon it was getting late and Fred was starting to yawn.

"You can go if you're tired." Evan laughed as Fred's eyes were starting to droop.

"No," he shook his head resolutely, "I want to keep talking."

Evan laid a hand on his, "I want for you to go to sleep. Your Quidditch captain has been in here almost every afternoon for a pep-up potion, so I know you've got a match in a few days. You need to sleep."

"Fine," Fred relented, "I'll go. Just one last question?" Evan nodded, "Why did you get so annoyed when you found out I lied about how I was burned?"

Evan sighed, "It's a… long story." Seeing the look on Fred's face, she continued, "A boy at Beauxbaton was apparently duelling with someone after hours. He was hit with something that actually began to peel the skin off his legs – it was like he'd been splinched."

Fred grimaced, "That's horrible."

"Yeah, well, we asked him over and over what he'd been hit with or who had done it… but he refused to tell. Eventually, he told us it was a leg locker curse gone bad but when we tried the counter curse, it got worse… there was nothing we could do about it… he'd lost so much blood so quickly we couldn't replenish it… and…"

Fred was wide-eyed, "…and?"

"He died." Evan finished, sniffing slightly and wiping at her eyes.

Fred stood from the table and enveloped Evan into a hug. She paused for a moment before wrapping her arms around his stomach. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes before Evan broke the hug.

"The moral of the story is to never lie to a healer." She said seriously, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes Ma'am." Fred nodded solemnly before hugging her again, "I suppose I'm off to bed."

"Yes, I suppose you are." Evan said, into Fred's chest. Neither moved, too comfortable in each other's arms to have the will to part.

"One more question?" Fred asked, his head now resting on top of hers.

"Fred," Evan laughed, "this isn't turning into 20 questions. You really need to go to sleep."

Fred pouted, and even though all Evan could see was Fred's arm, she sighed, "One. You may ask one more and then if you don't go back to your dormitory, I will hex you."

Fred was silent for a moment and then, "I really want to kiss you."

Evan's heart raced, as she pulled away from Fred, "That wasn't a question."

"I really want to kiss you… okay?" Fred said, slowly moving his face closer to hers.

"Okay." She whispered just as hers and Fred's lips met.