Recovery and a Swim

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Short filler chapter, bear with me. There will be more here soon.


"Mrs. Weasley?" a soft booming voice interrupted Hermione's  sleep.  She looked up from the couch on which she was sleeping in the hospital room and saw that Ginny and Molly Weasley were already up, preparing tea. She had sent a patronus asking them to to come. She looked around the room and saw the speaker. A tall, friendly looking healer.

"Yes?" Hermione and Molly answered in unison. 

"I have a Fred Weasley's healing records if you would like to examine them." Said the healer, slightly confused as to whom she should be speaking.

"I'm Fred's wife." Hermione answered. she motioned him to set them on the counter. He did and left.

Hermione got up and hugged the two red headed women. "Thanks for coming. I was worried out of my mind and knew nothing else to do so I apperated here and sent for you two."

"Not to worry, dear. We were happy to come." Mrs. Weasley answered reassuringly. Ginny repeated her mother.

Hermione slipped through the curtains separating the kitchenette and couch from the bed. Fred was lying on the cot looking pale. he had several bandages taped all over his body. She walked to the top of the bed and adjusted the blankets to cover a gruesome looking cut on his left shoulder. Fred stirred and opened an eye. "Oh, Fred." She murmured, "How could he do this to you?" Fred chuckled softly.

"He's just jealous." he moved his hand to touch hers which was rested  on his cheek, "he doesnt know how to control his feeling for you, his jealousy of me, and his Death Eater rehabilitation."

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. how could he be so-so not hot headed. the exact opposite of her. "I guess opposites do attract." she whispered as she leaned downed to kiss him.

"What was that?" Fred asked. She shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. How do you feel?"

"I feel great." He tried to sit up. "A bit sore yet, but I think I can manage if they just let me out of this place. I love you Mione." he said

"i love you Fredrick." hermione returned the affection. 

He gazed into her chocolate eyes. "I'm so sorry he worried you." He made an effort to stand and enveloped her in a gigantic weasley hug. They stayed wrapped up in each others arms, hugging until Mrs Weasley Walked in on her way to the toilet.

"Oh! I'm sorry." she exclaimed and made to leave.

"Its ok mum, we were just getting ready for breakfast anyway."  Foretold his mother. Hermione nodded her head in agreement even though she thought she could stay wrapped up in Fred for ever and ever.

Fred unwrapped Hermiones arms from around him and began stiffly combing his orange hair. She helped him into his clothes and they emerged from their half of the room just as the nurse came in. 

the nurse gave Fred nerve calming and blood stopping potions, checked his blood pressure, and left.

Hermione picked up the records that the healer had left earlier and read them. she frowned.

"Anything wrong with me?" Fred asked.

"Well, you broke three ribs, fractured your left ankle bone, punctured the skin on your left shoulder, but other than that, you're perfectly well." she sarcastically.

"That Bloody Malfoy." spat Ginny, "thinking he can mess with Fremoine and get away with it."

"Calm down, sis," Fred put an hand on her shoulder, "he was just jealous."

"Well, Ginny and I will be heading back I suppose." Yawned Mrs Weasley.  Hermione guessed that she had been up all night at her son's bedside.

"Thanks for coming, Mum." said Fred sincerely. He magically sent their luggage to the burrow and they went to check out of the hospital.

Once they were outside in the dazzling sunlight, Fred asked Hermione what she would like to do.

"I think we should spend one more day in Mexico and then go to the burrow for a couple of days." was her answer.

"good idea, Mione, we'll go to Cancun." 

The beach was beautiful. Hermione slathered sunscreen on Fred's sunburn prone, pale skin. "there are disadvantages to being ginger." He commented. He grabbed his wife's hand a drug her into the ocean with him for an enjoyable afternoon swim.






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