Unceremoniously

Unfortunate News

The nurse at the hospital looked at them with pity, as they read the page from the yellow book. They had gone to St Mungos bright and early the next morning, determined to get a second opinion. She set down the book with a sad smile.

"So I know this seems like the worst, but don't give up hope. The spell you used was modified, even though it was done accidentally, that still means there could be a chance of reversal. The potion is a good place to start. We will brew it, and then owl it to you when it's ready, and you can send us the results. For now let's take a look at those vitals" She smiled and both sighed in relief. There was hope. Hermione laid down on the bed, George standing beside her. The nurse cast the spell, bringing up Hermione's vitals and gasped. Hermione's head shot towards her.

"What? What's wrong!" She asked, panic rising in her throat. George gripped her hand, his eyes filled with worry. The nurse leaned closer to the magical screen.

"Well it looks like... I don't know how it's possible, but your magic is off the charts. I'm surprised it isn't bursting out of you" As the nurse said it, Hermione became aware of how true it felt. She felt like she was radiating magic all around it, and it pulsed within her intensely.

"I need to check George, to see if it is affecting him as well" She said quickly, and Hermione slid off the bed, George taking her place. She stood next to the nurse, as she pulled up his vitals. There it was, magic bursting at the seams it read. The nurse looked at the screen in awe.

"Have you two had some sort of extended contact? Your magic seems to connect through touch, that's the only reasonable explanation I can think of" She thought out loud, raising a hand to her chin. Hermione froze and locked eyes with George. Heat rose to her cheeks and a grin slid onto his face.

"Um, well, yes.. you see-" Hermione stumbled out and the nurse looked between the two, realization setting in. Her cheeks became rosy and she stuttered uncomfortably.

"Right, well, I suppose that makes sense. I'd like you to track your magic, daily, whether you... well you know, or not. The information should be helpful" The nurse stated, writing information down in her notebook.

"Of course, will you need anything else from us?" Hermione asked, standing next to George once again. The nurse shook her head, standing up.

"No dear, and don't worry too much" She smiled sincerely, and then left the room. George stood up and smiled at Hermione.

"Well that's a relief" She nodded and picked up her books. They walked down the hall and into the floo area.

"I guess we will have to put the new theory to the test" George winked at Hermione and she gasped, hitting his arm.

"George Weasley, behave" She laughed, taking his hand. It felt so natural to do so now. They flooed home, almost bumping into Fred. He laughed, dusting soot off of his pants.

"Sorry! Was just heading to the Burrow, Mum sent me an owl inviting me over, and it's roast night so obviously I am" He winked and Hermione snorted. She glanced at George.

"You didn't get an owl?" She asked him and he nodded. Her eyes widened.

"You ignored your mother's letter? That's awfully rude" She crossed her arms and Fred snickered beside her. George hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I didn't want to put you in a position where you had to see Ron..." He said and her heart swelled in her chest. She continued to be amazed by his kindness. Before thinking she stepped forwards and kissed him, rising onto her toes. The third party in the room coughed awkwardly and Hermione froze, forgetting that no one knew about them yet. She spun around, an excuse on her lips. Fred held up his hand, a look of disgust written all over his face.