Honey Bee *Fred Weasley

Lavander (30)

Walking in the forest was always something Fred had enjoyed, where George did not. That's why George stayed home when Fred decided to go out. He liked the shade of the trees and the bugs and the peaceful noise that seemed to come from everywhere. Though, he jumped about a foot in the air when little Luna Lovegood was suddenly in front of him.

"Hello," He said pleasantly, giving her a smile. Her humming came to a stop, and she looked up at him. Her eyes were crystal blue, unlike Honey's whose were a smokey green. "Ginny is waiting for you in the garden and asked me to tell you if we crossed paths."

"Thank you, Fred," She said, surprising him. Hardly anyone could tell the difference between him and his brother. 

"What's Honey up too?" He asked, trying not to sound too curious. He hadn't seen her in a couple days.

"She hasn't been feeling well," Luna said, "but I'm sure she would love for you to stop by."

"I will, can you spread the word that I'm going?"

"Of course," Luna said, before dancing away from him while humming the song he had interrupted.

With that, he and Luna continued in separate directions in the forest. He still had about ten minutes of a walk to go, which he spent looking around and thinking about what he was going to do about his feelings for Honey. He wanted to just tell her, as soon as he could, but his nerves and anxiety stopped him. 

When he got to the house, he could see Honey laying on the couch through the glass door, just staring at the ceiling. Her waist length blond hair was hanging off the side of the couch and touching the floor, not that she cared. He knocked on the window of the door softly, smiling when she looked up at him. She gave him a soft smile when he left himself in, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey," He said, pushing her back down softly when she tried to get up from the couch.

"Luna sent you, didn't she?" Honey asked, giving up from trying to sit up. Fred knelt in front of her and put his hand on her forehead, to find it extremely warm.

"No, but I did run into her on her way," He told her, smiling at the pout she gave him. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel terrible" She admitted, shifting to where her legs were hanging over the side of the couch so Fred could sit by her head. She knew he wouldn't leave because he had already taken his shoes off.

"Well, I am going to take care of you this time," He told her, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. She loved and hated when he did that too her. "What kind of tea do you want?"

"You don't have to Fred" She tried but was interrupted by his stern look.

"Lavander?" He asked her, knowingly. She just rolled her eyes and nodded, to which he kissed her on the forehead and went to the kitchen. The smile on her face was enough for him to know that it was okay.

When he got back, she was sitting up on the couch with her head tilted back. He wasn't use to being there like she was at his house, so it took him a second to find everything he needed. She didn't feel very sick, except she felt so weak she felt like she was going to pass out, and her chest hurt.  That's what she told Fred when he asked her what she was feeling, as he picked out a movie for the two of them to watch. The Lovegood's had a muggle TV and lots of movies because her father liked them. 

She and Fred spent the whole day together, doing nothing except sit around and watch whatever movies they picked up and talking. At one point, Honey's nose started gushing blood, and she was glad Fred was there because it would have made a mess if he wasn't quick on his feet. He was worried about her, and didn't want to leave her by herself when the sun started going down and her father still wasn't home. She convinced him to go after he helped her up the stairs and she got into bed. The only reason she was downstairs, to begin with, was that she didn't feel strong enough to stand and not fall. She thanked him for being with her, and let him know that she appreciated it a lot before he left.

He was late getting home but wasn't in trouble because he explained to his mother that Honey was sick, and that's why he went. She asked what was wrong with her and was concerned when Fred told her, not that she would tell him that. It was an odd combination of symptoms to have, and she was glad that Fred had told her and told him, and George too, to head over to check on her the next day. Luna was staying the night with Ginny anyway, so they could all walk together.

When they got there, Honey was still in her room and Xenophilius was gone already, though if they had asked, they would have found that he didn't get back home until after midnight. Honey was laying in bed sketching when they got in and said she was feeling a lot better but still didn't plan on getting out of bed. She didn't say, but it was clear she had another nosebleed by the tissues in the bin by her bed, which were dark red. George hadn't even made that connection until they were back home and Fred told Molly when she asked. 

The next couple weeks were filled with talk of the Quidditch world cup, which Honey felt like she just couldn't escape. The Weasleys, Diggory's and the Bourque's spoke non-stop about how excited they were about it, though Honey didn't see the big deal. She was excited to see Bill and Charlie, and to hear all the accents from the people at the camps, but couldn't care less about the game itself. Knowing her, she would end up being hit with a ball. Even Sirius was excited to hear that she was going, saying that he would have bought her a ticket if she didn't already have one so that she could tell him what happened. She couldn't wait for it to be over!