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'De-purpling' Fred turned out to be a long process. Considering Fred didn't know what had happened to his potion and so he couldn't tell Evan what had turned him purple.
"You don't how you screwed up your potion?" Evan asked sighing.
"For the hundredth time," Fred fumed, "I didn't screw it up. It was going perfectly… and then it wasn't."
Evan sighed, "Perfect then it wasn't," she repeated in a whisper, "Sounds like something I experienced a while back." She spoke louder at this point, her voice jaded and bitter. She stood, walked over to her desk and slammed a large book onto and began searching for something.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Fred asked.
Evan threw him a dark glance, "Oh nothing," she mused, flicking angrily through the large medicinal book, "I just thought the whole explosion thing was because of George's condition and not really an accurate statement of how you felt about us, but considering you have no idea what I mean, I guess I was wrong?"
"You weren't wrong." Fred said.
Evan looked up at Fred, shock evident in her eye. Looking at her quickly, he stood and walked closer to Evan's desk. As he opened his mouth to speak again, Evan flicked her wand in his direction. Fred watched as his skin returned to its normal pale freckled hue.
After ten minutes, Evan sighed deeply and looked up at Fred. Their eyes met for a moment before she spoke, "You're fixed. You can leave."
Fred smiled softly, "I can…" he pouted, "but I don't want to." He went to sit next to her on the bench behind her desk but Evan stood.
"Fine." Evan huffed, "I'll go." She walked quickly to the back office door.
"Don't go!" Fred begged, "Please, Evan. I'm sorry…"
Evan looked sadly over her shoulder at him, "Unfortunately it'll take more than sorry to fix this…" She shook her head and exited the main hospital wing quietly, leaving Fred to his thoughts.
Two days later Fred was sitting in Gryffindor common room pretending he was listening to whatever the hell George and Lee were talking about when he had an idea. Not bothering to bid his brother and best friend farewell, Fred dashed out of the common room and down the winding staircase. He arrived a few minutes later at the kitchens, marching straight passed Dobby's expectant face and straight over to the pillowcase toga clad Jovi.
"I need your help!" Fred said wildly, "I need every type of food, drink and sweet Evan has ever asked for."
Jovi smiled a near toothless smile at Fred, "Is Mr Wheezy going to make Miss Evan happier?"
Fred grinned back, "That's the plan."
When Fred had arrived at the hospital wing with a picnic basket in hand he saw Madam Pomfrey sitting at the front desk. Before he could charm her into ignoring the fact that he was out after curfew, she spoke.
"Mr Weasley, you had better be here for Evan's sake or I will yell so loudly it will wake Professor Dumbledore." Madam Pomfrey didn't look up from the wizard-romance novel she was reading.
Fred opened his mouth to speak but was once again interrupted, "She's in the back room," Madam Pomfrey whispered, "The door's unlocked."
Fred thanked her quietly and wandered to the back room. He'd been in there once before to fetch a text book for a flustered Evan. The room was like a small study; the walls covered in bookshelves and a small desk facing away from the door and to a floor to ceiling bay window. It was quite a beautiful view when the books weren't piled sky high.
Fred entered the room and shut the door quickly behind him. Evan jumped slightly and, when she saw him, rolled her eyes.
"Fred," she said with frustration from across the room, "how many times do I have to say –"
Before Evan could finish chastising Fred, he had closed the distance between them and taken her lips in his. Fred wasn't good at dealing with his emotions or talking about them, but he was good at showing them. Evan responded hungrily to his touch and Fred quickly wrapped his arms around her waist.
After a few minutes, they broke apart. Evan looked at Fred and smiled.
"You're grinning like a right fool," Evan whispered softly.
"Well," Fred said, placing a small kiss on her forehead, "I feel like a right fool. Seriously though," Fred looked to Evan, his eyes sad, "I cannot say sorry enough Evan, I was totally out of line."
"That's the first time you've actually said sorry," Evan said as she piled the books she was using back onto the already over filled shelves.
"In that case," Fred walked behind her, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Fred punctuated each sorry with a kiss on the side of Evan's head.
Evan laughed, "You can stop…" she turned and placed a hand on Fred's chest. Before either could speak, Evan's stomach growled ferociously, "I guess I'm a slight bit hungry…"
Fred's grin grew larger, "Perfect." He picked the picnic basket up and handed it to Evan, "You will find macaroni and cheese, Sheppard's pie, corn beef, corn on the cob and," he chuckled, "chocolate marshmallow icecream."
Evan groaned excitedly, "Jovi?" she asked quirking an eyebrow in his direction before pulling out the icecream.
"Jovi." Fred nodded.
Evan kissed Fred quickly and smiled, "It's perfect."
Once again, thanks for all the love you've left on this story. Coming up next: Life Without George - what happens when the twins invent a potion that allows you to live for short periods in an alternate reality? What happens when Fred wants to see what it's like to not have a twin?
