Hermione's Twin

Quidditch Match Part 2

We walked up the stairs to the bleachers and I tripped and ended up taking Mione and Cho down with me. I hit my head on the stairs and fell on top of my friends.
"Sorry guys." I said. Helping them up. We finally made it to the top and I only fell twice. We ended up sitting in the back because all the seats up front were taken. I watched as they all walked out onto the field. I looked at Fred and there was something in his hand. It looked as if to be a firecracker. I smiled at the thought of him blowing Malfoy up. The game started and they were up in the air. Ginny raced for the snitch and Katie had the quaffle. Gryffindor got a goal and we all cheered. Crabbe and Goyle were trying to hit Fred and George with their bludgers. The twins just wacked them away and Oliver blocked a goal. He threw it to Angelina who threw it back and forth with Katie. They finally scored again. Ginny started to narrow down on the snitch. Everyone seemed to be watching, even the Gryffindor team. Then as Ginny had the snitch in her grasp, Fred was knocked off his broom by a bludger to the head. Ginny caught the snitch and the game was over. I ran to the front of the tent and looked down. There was no way I was gonna jump, but for Fred there was an exception. Angelina raced over to me and I jumped onto her broom. She zoomed down over to where Fred had fallen and we got off. I tried to get through the crowd of Gryffindors until Oliver let me through.
"He was knocked unconscious. Can two people take him to the infirmary?" Hooch asked and George and I picked him up. I had his arms and upper body while George had his legs and lower body.
"You think he's gonna be okay?" I asked.
"He'll be fine, trust me. If anyone knows how Fred is with pain it's me." George stated as we walked into the infirmary.
"What happened?" Pomfrey asked.
"He got a bludger right to the face." George said and we put him down on an empty bed. I can't stand to see him unconscious.
"I'll give him a potion, but it might be a day or two until he wakes up." Pomfrey exclaimed and I sat down in the chair next to the bed. George then pulled up a chair as well and we decided to wait together. I looked out the window worrily.
"What if he doesn't wake up?" I asked. "You need to relax and go get your mind off of this. Your being over dramatic." George said and I grabbed his collar.
"Over dramatic! He's all I think about George! I'm in love with the man." I exclaimed letting go of his collar. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. Soon I fell asleep in that chair to the sound of George snoring.
My dreams started to turn and a visual was soon clear...
My hair was a little longer than it is now. I was in a strange apartment that I had never seen before. I was in the kitchen making something. It had to be summer because I wore a pink tshirt under my short overalls. My pink socks touched to stone cold floor. I then felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me. I looked behind me to see... George. I was expecting Fred. I pulled away from him and set the food on the table.
"George, what would Katie say if she saw you do that?" I asked.
"Katie? We haven't dated since sixth year." George stated.
"Okay well where's Fred?" I asked.
"Bea... Fred died a year ago. Remember he was crushed by a wall during the war." George said softly. I broke down crying and he pulled me into a hug. I hugged back and cried into his shoulder.
After I calmed down a bit, a wave of sickness came over me. I ran to the bathroom knowing exactly where it was and vomited in the toilet. George came running after me and held my hair back.
"I can't believe you're sick again. This pregnancy must be hitting you like a truck."
And with those words I woke up. My head against George's shoulder. We must've slept all day because it was now dark outside. I got up to take a walk to clear my thoughts. I gotta stop dreaming about my future because it is getting weird.