The Gryffindor stands were a blaze of pride and glory. The Quidditch match was over, and all us fans were flooding onto the field.
I was desperate, my scarf clutched tight around my neck. Fred Weasley, my boyfriend, had gone out of the game early, having been hit in the head by a bludger.
The air as cold, and my breath came out in freezing white gasps and I weaved through Gryffindors, making my way over to the infirmary tent.
Madame Hooch was just stepping out, rubbing at her temples.
"Madame!" I cried, lifting my robes off the sodden ground and hurrying over.
She looked up, and beckoned me over.
"He's alright, love. A mild concussion, so nauseous and dizzy at the moment, but he'll live."
My shoulders sagged.
"Can I go in?"
She waved me off, and in I went.
The tent was warm, holding in the body heat of everyone inside.
I could see Freddy, propped up on a cot, facing the entrance.
He smiled weakly at me as I went to his side. His face was pale, and there were dark bruises under his eyes.
"How're you feeling?" I asked softly, stroking a mittened hand across his forehead.
"Not too great," he croaked, reaching up and taking my hand, placing it over his heart.
"No more games for awhile, huh?"
He closed his eyes, and grinned.
"A nice long break for me, love."
I kissed his forehead.
Not my best, but trying my best to find my streak again. Just got back from a WILD canoe trip! Hope you all are well. Requests are WELCOME!<3
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Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots!
FanfictionImagines, Oneshots, and Preferences! I will write for Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, Blaise Zabini, and Ron, Fred and George Weasley! Feel free to request stuff, but go light! I'm a busy gal:) Hope you enjoy!
