Soulmates - Fremione

Chapter 5

Hermione POV:

It has been a few weeks since Fred and I arrived here, and let me say, it has been amazing. I don't think we are planning on going back anytime soon. Fred still pops over to London to visit his family, but I haven't gone anywhere.

Fred says that when he goes back to London he is constantly mobbed by reporters, and he is considering not going back for a while. I don't want to push him to do anything, but when he is gone I get really panicky.

Fred and I are soulmates, but it still surprised me how quickly I fell for him. I never told anyone, but in school I had a small crush on him. I always admired the magic and skill it took to make their products, I just didn't like that they were testing them on first years.

A few days ago we were playing in the ocean and Fred asked me to officially be his girlfriend. It hurt that we couldn't tell the Weasleys, well most of them. I may have owled Ginny and told her.

Ginny is honestly my bestfriend, so I couldn't just cut her and Luna out of my life. I love Harry and Draco, with all of my heart, but Harry was always closer to Ronald and I didn't want Harry to have to choose between us.

In fact, Gin and Luna are coming for dinner tonight.

"Are we ready for my sister and her wife?" Fred asks, coming into the bedroom.

"Ummm," I say sitting up, "I was thinking we would go to the market and get pre-made food for us to eat because I don't feel like cooking."

"Are you feeling alright?" Fred asks, feeling my forehead.

"I don't feel amazing, but why do you ask?" I question my boyfriend.

"You slept until two, you aren't acting like a crazy person preparing for their visit, and you don't feel like cooking," Fred says.

I love to cook. It has always been a passion of mine. In the house, Fred handles cleaning and laundry, and I handle cooking.

"I just feel a little lousy," I say sitting up.

As soon as I sit up I have to lay back down. Black spots cloud my vision and my head starts pounding.

"Hermione!" Fred exclaims.

My vision gets worse and everything starts going fuzzy.

"Fred, you need to call a doctor right now," I commanded, losing feeling in my legs.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Fred, I am losing feeling in my body, and soon I will be unconscious," I explain, "You need to stay calm and call Healer Santos in the local village and tell her it is happening again."

"I will, minha luz," Fred says, holding my hand.

I lost feeling all the way up to my chest.

"Healer Santos, call her," I say, "I love you Fred and I'll see you soon."

"I love you," I hear Fred say, albeit very fuzzy.

Fred POV:

I look down at Hermione laying passed out in our bed. I know I need to get Healer Santos here now because if she is unconscious too long, I will go under as well.

~ time skip ~

I rush into the house with Healer Santos on my heels.

"She said to call you, and to say that it is happening again," I explained to the healers.

"I know what is happening," she says, "I need you to stay out of here please."

"What, why?!," I exclaim, "I need to be near her."

"I know, I know you do," she says in a soothing tone, "but I need to do something, and you don't want to be here for this."

"She's going to be okay right?" I ask.

"Yes, she will be fine," Healer Santos says to me.

"Okay, thank you," I say leaving the bedroom.

The healer closes the door and I try to relax. I sit on the sofa, but almost immediately get up. I pace the room many times, and after what seems like an eternity Healer Santos exits the room.

"How is she?" I ask.

"She will be okay, but she might be asleep for a few days," Healer Santos explains.

"What happened to her?" I question worried.

"Since she trusts you, I will tell you," she says.

"Wait, how do you know she trusts me?" I ask curious.

"I have been her doctor for a long time," she says with a smile.

"Okay," I say.

"She has been dealing with this disorder for a long time," she starts, "Ever since she was a young child. She loses feeling in her body starting with her feet and all the way up to her head. No one knows why this happens, but I have a theory. I think her body uses it as a defensive measure. When she feels very overwhelmed, anxious, or anything like that her body shuts down."

"Why would she feel overwhelmed or anxious?" I ask.

"Anxiety is a very bad mental disorder, so she might feel anxious for little to no reason," Healer Santos explains.

"She slept in very late yesterday and today, and I think she may have forgotten her meds," I realize.

"That would certainly explain it," she says with kind eyes.

"That coupled with my sister and sister-in-law visiting may have upset her," I thought out loud," Thank you Healer Santos."

"You are very welcome, and please call me Adriana," she says smiling, "Hermione will be fine, but if she sleeps for more than a week call me immediately."

"Thank you again Adriana," I say as she walks towards the door.

"You are welcome," Adriana says, "And when Mi wakes up please tell her to come around for dinner."

"I will do that," I say, smiling at how much Adriana reminds me of my own mother.

With a wave Adriana leaves through the front door, and not even 5 minutes later I hear the pop of Gin and Luna arriving.

"I'm here!" Gin yells walking into Hermione's house.

"Where is Hermione?" Luna asks after she hugs me.

"Huh?" I ask and then I realize I never told them what happened.

After I explained Ginny and Luna decided to stick around until Hermione woke up and recovered, so I would have company.

"If you guys really want to," I say shrugging.

I know that they love me and Hermione, but I also know they want some time away from London, and where's a better place than a private house on a private beach in Brazil.

Hermione POV:

Everything is black and foggy. Wait, there's light up ahead. I walk towards the light and when I get there I gasp. It's King's Cross, but it's glowing and white.

"It looks like you have a choice to make, my dear," a kind voice says from behind me.

I whirl around and gasp, "Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"

"Why to help you of course," Dumbledore says, "So what shall it be?"