Double Double Trouble (A Fred and George Weasley Story)

Chapter 33~ Brooms, Blood and Backs

Chapter 33~ Brooms, Blood and Backs

I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in a while.

"Did-you-see-Anna!"  I said between gasps of air.

"How could I not?"  We were aiming at her!"  Fred laughed as we flew closer to the school.

"Now the question is," I started once I had calmed down enough to talk clearly.  "How do we plan on escaping the wrath of Anna and George?"

"Hmmm..."  Fred said as he tapped a rhythm out on the broom handle.  "That's a good question."

"Oh!  I know!"  I exclaimed.  "The bathroom in my dorm is charmed so if you lock the door, someone can't get in, even with a spell or a key.  If we hide in there we can buy ourselves some time."

"Brilliant!"  He exclaimed.  We flew to the window of my dorm and I looked in to see if anyone was in the room.

"No one's in there."  I sighed.

"And that's a bad thing because...?"

"It's bad because no one can open the window for us."

"Oh."

"Here, I think this might work." I said as I took my wand out and steadily aimed it at the window as I said "Bombarda."  The window shattered and glass fell into the room.

"Awesome."  Fred said, grinning proudly at me.  "I'll go in first so I can hold the broom for you when you go in."  He declared.  He flew the broom closer to the window and carefully slid into the room, somehow avoiding the shard of glass still in the window frame. I assumed that he was used to avoiding dangerous things, him playing beater and all.

Yet another pro for Quidditch.

When it was my turn, he reached through the window and held the broom steady for me.  I grabbed his free hand and lunged through the window.  A searing pain shot through my body as I hear the sound of ripping fabric.  I landed on top of Fred with a 'Thud' and heard him let out a few colorful cuss words.

"Damn!"  I hissed though my gritted teeth.

"Izzy!  Oh my God!  You're back's bleeding."  Fred exclaimed, picking me off the ground and guided me to my bed.  His faced was etched with worry.

I groaned as I laid on my stomach on my bed.,  I hesitantly move my hand to my back and felt my torn sweater, soaked in my warm, sticky blood.

"Izzy, we need to get you to the hospital wing."  Fred said anxiously.

"And tell her what, Fred?  That I cut up my back jumping into the window to my dorm?  That I exploded a window to get you into my dorm?"  I spat sarcastically while I winced in pain.  "There's some pain killing potion in the bathroom above the sink.  Can you get-" And before I could finish my sentence, Fred had already left running to go and get it.

"Here, open up, here comes the train!"  Fred said as he poured some into a paper cup. He handed the cup to me and I downed it in one go, ignoring the dreadful taste.

"How deep is it?"  I asked him.

"Uh, I can't tell through your shirt and sweater.  He responded.  I didn't have to look at him to tell he was red in the face.

"Help me get them off then."  I said, knowing fully well he couldn't do a healing spell through the material.

"Wha-"

"Help me.  Get them off."  I said slowly, trying my hardest not to blush or have my voice shake.

"Uhm okay...  Can you sit up?" He asked.