Wonderful Mischief (Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley)

Chapter 46

"Y/n, y/n," I vaguely heard George say as he nudged my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, my breathing ragged with tears flooding down my cheeks.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I said breathlessly when I saw Fred laying on the bed, alive. "Oh my god".

I closed my eyes and internally chanted to myself, 'It was just a dream. He's alive'.

"Hey," George cooed as he rubbed a soothing hand up and down my back. "What happened".

I buried my face in my hands, my brain still racing and freaking out from when I thought that he was dead. I had never felt more terrified in my entire life.

"I had a nightmare".

"Merlin," he said and wrapped me in a hug, obviously knowing what the dream was about. "It's okay, it's okay".

We embraced until my breathing calmed down, and then I stood up from my seat to walk over to Fred. I just wanted to make sure that he was actually alive.

I stood above him, focusing on the way his chest rose and fell with steady breaths.

I chuckled and bent my head down to rest on his chest, able to feel his steady heartbeat through my forehead.

"Oh, how you terrify me Freddie".

"How so?" I heard him grumble from underneath me.

I quickly shot up to see that he had woken up. "Oh my god!" I shrieked in relief and smothered him in a hug.

"Ow," he hissed.

I sheepishly stood up, remembering that he was injured. That was the whole reason that we were in here.

"Sorry".

"God, Fred, you gave me a fucking heart attack, nearly fucking killed me," George said while rubbing his hands over his face in relief.

Fred grinned but his expression soon turned to one of pain. "My head hurts. And my arm," he looked down at his casts. "And my leg".

"I'll go get a healer," George said and left the room.

"I'm so happy you're okay," I said and carefully bent down to give him a kiss. "I don't know what I would do without you," I said with our foreheads still pressed together.

He chuckled and moved to kiss me again, but Healer Jones walked in.

"Fred! You're awake!" he said in his voice that was still a bit too cheery and loud. "How are you feeling".

"Like utter shit," he mumbled.

Healer Jones chuckled. "I figured. We're grabbing you some pain potions right now".

He then filled Fred in to the extent of his injuries, and told him everything that would need to be done. George and I listened carefully and nodded along, knowing that Fred probably wouldn't do anything that the healer was saying otherwise.

With magic and potions bones didn't take as long to heal, so as long as Fred rested and drank the potions, his arm and leg would be mostly healed in a week or two. His bones were technically already healed at the moment, but it was dangerous to use or walk on them within a week of getting them magically restored.

Healer Jones then told us that some potions would be delivered to the school for him and that we could leave whenever we were ready after a nurse brought us a wheelchair.

"Shit," George cursed after the healer left. "I forgot to owl Ginny".

"That's okay, just owl her now and tell her that we're heading back to the school," I said as a nurse wheeled in a wheelchair.