Homesick

Diagon Alley

"Wake up Viola!" Hermione called from the doorframe, "breakfast is ready, besides I want to talk about our new schedules, they just came in the mail." 

She walked over the mountain of clothes obscuring the floor of Fred and George's room until she reached the foot of the futon wedged between the twin's twin beds. She kicked the sleeping figure dramatically. 

"Get! Up!" 

Fred groaned as Hermione stepped on his hand harshly. 

"Ah!" She screeched. "Fred!" 

"G'morning" he mumbled.

I stuck my head above the covers, peering at Hermione's shocked face. 

"Huh?" 

"Huh yourself. Honestly! Ugh. Okay, breakfast is ready downstairs. And hurry!" 

Fred and I both groan as Hermione hops over my trunk until she comes to the side of the bed. 

"Get UP!" She pushes on the bed harshly, causing me to go tumbling off the edge and directly onto Fred. My elbow connects with his ribcage and I wince as my head bounces off the bedside table. 

"Ouch!" 

"Argh!" 

"Hermione! What the hell is wrong with you?" 

Hermione huffs, turns on her heel, and marches out of the room. I push myself up and make eye contact with Fred, who's sitting practically underneath me. He reaches out, concerned, and caresses the left side of my face. I blush beet red. 

"Fred--" 

"You're bleeding..." He pulls his fingers away, dabbled with blood, and lightly grabs my chin before tilting my face towards him. I swallow hard, my vision blurred slightly but able to make out his blue eyes despite the darkness. He tugs my face closer to his own, until I can feel his breath on my forehead. What is happening to me? My heart is beating out of my chest as I take in the warm smell of his neck. Instinctually, I lean in closer. 

"Let's let Mum take a look don't you think? I'm sure you're fine." He says suddenly. 

"Hm?" I jolt backwards, sure my face is burning red. "Yes. Yeah. Sure." 

I stand up quickly, stumbling back from Fred and rush out of the room with my stomach in a knot. I have never, never felt that way about Fred before. I've had crushes before, sure, and I even dated Davey Knox during my second year but this was something completely different. What is happening to me? Why is it happening to me? I can't seem to get the smell of their room off of me, the warm feeling of Fred's breath on my forehead. I touch my face and my fingers come away wet. Maybe I have a concussion. I think. Unlikely. I have a small, thin cut on my upper forehead, probably from hitting the handle of the table, but other than that I'm perfectly fine. I wipe the thin stream of blood onto my shirttail and jog down the stairs, taking in the smell of eggs and sausages. 

"Viola! Come quick! Your book list this year is amazing! Defensive Magick and Dark Arts, Apparition and Advanced Acts, Poisons and Potions, Herbology 400:  From Cutling to Cauldron. This is amazing!" 

"Give me that" I snatch the paper from Hermione's hands and scan down the page. "What are 'dress robes'? I mean, I know they're probably just fancy robes by why are they on our list this year?"

"Maybe the Minister of Magic is coming down for a dinner! Or maybe they're going to teach us about high wizarding society! Or maybe..." Hermione droned on, listing possibilities for the need of dress robes. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mrs. Weasley.