Burning Flames | Fred Weasley x OC

~ The burrow ~

Isabel's pov:

     The next time I opened my eyes, I was on the couch in the Weasley house. My forehead burned slightly, making me wince as I sat up. Fred sat on the end of the couch, sleeping upright.

"He sat there waiting for you to wake up" Hermione whispered, holding a hot cup of tea.

"That's sweet," I murmured, sitting up and holding my head.

It was pounding. I felt the stitches and wraps around my head. Great. School starts next week and I'm gonna have stitches in my forehead. I gently nudged Fred, and began whispering "boo" near his ear over and over again. He opened his eyes and looked over at me slowly.

"Oh good darlin, you're awake," He smiled, then rubbed his eyes.

I felt my face heat up so I looked away quickly. "Yep! I'm awake, that's me, up and at 'em" I couldn't help but laugh nervously.

Hermione raised her eyebrow, looking between me and then him. She clicked her tongue and then handed me the hot tea, then left the room almost as quickly as she swooped in.

Why did I blush? It's just same old Fred.

"How's your head feel?" He asked, looking up at my head with a worried look on his face. I looked down at my hands quickly.

"It's fine. I'm fine," I said, standing up quickly and speed walking towards the kitchen. I grabbed a clean cup and filled it with water, basically chugging it in one gulp. I heard footsteps behind me, it's Fred. Of course it is.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I tensed up, turning around quickly, knocking his hand off in the process. "Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine thank you!" I took my chance and ran up the stairs, locking myself in Ginny's room.

She looked at me with a smirk, Hermione sat next to her, with the same stupid expression.

Fred's pov:

I sat on the old brown couch, looking over at Izzy. She laid there, covered in a little blanket, and her red bandages made me cringe. I always have acted like I hate her, but I don't. I used to truly think I do hate her, but I don't think that's possible. Hermione stood in the kitchen, stirring her cup of tea, glancing over to the couch.

I felt my eyes close, and I figured when she woke up, she would wake me up.

The next thing I knew, I heard little whispers in my ear. I opened my eyes, looking over to see Izzy smiling. She always smiled like that when she thinks she's being funny.

"Oh good darlin, you're awake," I said, rubbing my eyes.

I watched her look away quickly, her face was red. She's probably just hot because of the furnace.

"Yep! I'm awake, that's me, up and at 'em" She laughed.

Hermione gave her a funny look, then glanced over at me. She walked out quickly.

"How's your head feel?" I asked, looking up at her bandages.

"It's fine, I'm fine," She stood up quickly and basically ran towards the kitchen.

I got up slowly just to make sure she wouldn't accidentally knock herself out again. I walked into the kitchen and watched her chug a whole cup of water. Dang, she must really feel warm. I walked up behind her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked.

She turned around quickly, knocking my hand off her shoulder. "Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine thank you!" She took off running up the stairs.

I stood there, my mouth gaped open. That girl really is weird. Not a bad weird, she's a good weird.

Sorry I haven't updated for a bit!