wrong direction

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The next day Samantha woke up in bed being held tightly in a strong pair of arms. Samantha sighs and curls closer to Fred wanting to be close to him.

She was scared to leave the safety of his embrace, she was scared to open her eyes and face reality.

Samantha wasn't stupid, she knew that people would be mad that their are two Hogwarts champions, one being a Hufflepuff and the other being a Gryffindor.

"Are you awake love?" Fred whispers gently and Samantha nods her head cuddling closer to him.

Fred sighs and squeezes her tighter kissing the top of her head lovingly.

"I'm scared." She whispers and Fred caresses the back of her head holding her closet to his chest.

"Me too, but we will get through this together. I'll help you in any way that I can." Fred whispers gently and Samantha nods her head closing her eyes again.

She hummed as Fred ran his fingers through her hair gently and how she felt his heart beat against her ear.

The quietness that surrounded the two was magical, it was their own little safety bubble that they wished would never burst.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for taking Harry's place without thinking." She whispered but Fred shushed her.

He didn't want her to become overwhelmed with guilt because he knew that is how she was. She didn't need that she just needed to focus on the tournament.

"It's okay, I'm not mad anymore." He whispers gently and she nods her head slowly.

Fred continues combing his fingers through her hair as he held her tightly, he leans down and kisses the top of her head again not wanting to ever let her go, but sadly reality had other ideas.

"McGonagall wants to see Sam." George says walking into his room and over to Fred's bed.

Samantha groans and cuddles closer, if it was even possible, to Fred making George chuckle at her words.

"Thanks George, I'll make sure she gets there." Fred whispers and George nods his head leaving the room again.

Fred looks down at Samantha and moves a piece of hair away from her face, he knew she hated when her hair was in her face while she tried to sleep.

"I don't want to go, please don't make me go." Samantha begs and Fred sighs sitting up, he knew she didn't have a choice.

"If it was any other professor I would agree, but this is McGonagall. She probably wants to talk about the tournament." Fred says and Samantha sighs rolling out of Fred's bed knowing he was right.

As Samantha stood up shaking slightly, they performed the counter curse for jelly legs last night to help her in the morning, Fred looked at her and his heart dropped.

Samantha only slept in a pair of Fred's boxers and a sports bra giving him perfect view of her bruised body.

Fred quickly moves over to Samanthas side of the bed and he quickly touched her arm gently.

Samantha turned to face him frowning at his concerned look.

"What? What's wrong?" Samantha asks and Fred's eyes scan each and every bruise he left on her.

His finger prints left bruise marks on her neck, as well as all the hickies he placed. On her arms where he gripped her were large black and blue hand prints. He saw random dark bruises on her hips and her legs making him feel horrible.

"I hurt you." Fred whispers sadly and Samantha looked at him confused.

"You didn't hurt me, what are you talking about?" Samantha asks and Fred stands up taking her hand gently and pulls her into the bathroom.