Fawns Heart

{Six}

{WARNING: This chapter mentions anorexia. Please be advised while reading xx}

My head was slightly pounding as the light from the window gently caressed my face. I rolled over, tucked and tangled in my blankets as I noticed Hermione doing the same. 

"Morning" She said gently, knowing very well the pain we were both in.

"Mmmm" I groaned in response.

Though Hermione had hardly had the same amount of alcohol as I did, I could tell she was in the same exact position as me. I buried my head under the covers once again to remain sheltered from the light. And just as I was about to drift off again, the large wooden door swung open knocking itself back into the wall. 

"Come on you two, up up!!" George beamed.

"Fuck off George, it's far too early to deal with your bullshit" Hermione moaned.

I still tried to sleep, even with the end of my bed weighing down, signalling that there was someone sitting on the end.

"Come on Fawn, you're going to miss breakfast!" George said while patting my calf.

"Uugghhhh!" I groaned.

"I'm not hungry, so let me sleep in!" 

"Fawn!" I heard another voice slightly yell, but it wasn't George. It was Fred.

Out of shock, I pulled the covers off from my head and stared at him slightly confused.

"You haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. You are going to eat." He continued.

He looked frustrated and worried, I didn't want to argue so I grumpily dragged myself from my bed and towards my dresser. 

"You two aren't supposed to be in here." Hermione argued while stumbling across the room.

"We know." The twins said in unison.

I was searching for something warm to wear, so I pulled on a pair of wide-leg black cargo pants. And turned to meet the twins' stares. I tilted my head towards them and gave them a death stare each. 

"We'll meet you in the common room then?" George said as he pulled his brother from the room.

After the door shut, I peeled my shirt off myself and placed a warm Gryffindor quidditch hoodie over my head to keep me warm. I looked over to see that Hermione was already fully dressed and sitting on her bed with her nose stuck into a book.

"Come on then" I complained to her.

She dropped the book and stumbled into me, linking our arms together to keep us both warm. When we arrived in the common room we met eyes with the twins, Harry and Ron. 

"You two look like shit." Ron complained.

"It's a Sunday morning. We should've been able to have a sleep in." I groaned with my croaky morning voice. 

I looked up towards Fred and he had the cheekiest smirk that i've ever seen.

"What are you looking at Weasley?" I whined while dragging Hermione away from everyone, making our way to the great hall for breakfast. 

As I sat down in our usual spot, my head soon collided gently with the table. I wrapped my arms tightly around my head to try deflect both the light and the noise that was radiating throughout the hall. Something then brushed up against my arm and I slowly pulled my head up, Fred had made up a plate with all sorts of food. I looked towards him, visibly grumpy and all he could do was laugh.