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"FIGHT!!" Someone shouts. Everyone begins rushing over to where the said fight should be. Me and Pansy look at eachother with wide eyes before walking over.

Both of our jaws drop as we see Mattheo fighting with one of the Weasleys. (You can tell by the red hair). I bring my hands to my head as I realize it's Fred. I push my way to the front of the group and find myself between Enzo and Draco.

"Hey stop it!!" I shout. I run my hands through my hair and look to Enzo and Draco. "Well what are you guys doing??" I say smacking them both in the chest, "Do something!!" They make eye contact with each other and then look at me. "I think we're gonna have to pass on that one," Draco says, tossing his arm around me. I groan and shove his arm off.

"Mattheo stop!!" I shout, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face me. A grin creeps upon his face as he sees me and he momentarily stops, "Oh hey princess, glad you could see the show." He places another punch right on Fred's jaw and Fred falls back onto the floor.

I clasp my hands over my mouth as a few professors make their way to the front. Professor McGonagal makes his way to the center of the circle as Professor Snape breaks the two boys up.

"Everyone get back to your classes this little show is over!" McGonagal shouts. Everyone begins to disperse and I stay with my arms now folded. Snape firmly grips Mattheos arm and assists him to the infirmary and McGonagall makes her way to Fred.

"Professor!" I say a bit loudly. She looks back at me and says "what" with her eyes. "If you don't mind, I can take Fred to Madam Pomfrey," I say, tucking hair behind my ears. Mattheo momentarily turns around before Snape forces him down the hallway. She reluctantly agrees and scurries off to her class.

I slowly walk up to Fred who is still laying on the floor. I kneel down neck to him and begin to brush hair out of his face with my fingers.

"Looks like he got you pretty good," I say, lightly dabbing the freshly exposed cuts. He winces at the pain and then sighs. "He's fucking crazy," He says, groaning as he sits up. "Yeah yeah, I know," I say, still playing with his hair, "Now come on we have to get you to Madam Pomfery," I say standing up.

I extend my hand and help pull him up. I put his arm over my shoulders and he leans into me for support.

"Ok ok," I say as we take our first few steps. He groans and I tuck hair behind my ears so that I can see. "So what happened," I ask, once we've gotten a steady system of how to walk. He explains that's Mattheo had ambushed him in the halls asking him all sorts of questions about me when Mattheo eventually lost it and threw the first punch.

"Hey Madam Pomfrey," I say as we walk through the infirmary doors. She looks over at me smiling and walks up to us. Mattheo fidgets trying to stand up but is forced back into his seat with a swoosh of madam Pomferys wand.

"Hello you two, Snape told me you'd be coming soon," She says, helping Fred get to bed. Mattheo groans in the background and she shoots him a glare. "I'm pretty busy with Mr. Riddle over there," She starts glancing back at him, "Miss Lestrange do you mind helping Mr. Weasley, I'll get you all the supplies." I nod and take a seat on the side of Fred's bed. With his eyes closed he interlocks our hands and sighs.

She returns with creams, oils, lotions, basically everything you'd imagine. She explains to me what each thing does, while glancing down at Fred who still hasn't opened his eyes since he laid down.

"Now that's all, do you have any questions?" She asks, placing her hands on her hips. I shake my head and she clasps her hands together. "Wonderful!" She exclaims, "Now for you Mr. Riddle.."

"Ok Freddie this will make you feel wayyy better," I say, pulling my hand away and sliding off the bed. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at me. "Ok in order for me to know where I need to use each thing I need to see everything," I say, still looking in his eyes. "Everything?" he says chucking, I roll my eyes as he continues, "Now sweetheart we might want some privacy before I show you everything." I sarcastically laugh and he laughs.

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