Flower Garden (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Daffodil

Warnings: Mentions of blood and coughing/puking  

Daffodil: A symbol of unrequited love.

You woke up on the cold bathroom floor, after a while the coughing stopped and you passed out from exhaustion and pain. Your lungs burned still, every breath was like fire. The coughing was coming back slowly. You pray that you could hide it at least until you figured out what to do with yourself. You needed to figure out who you were apparently so in love with flowers were growing in your lungs.

Then what to do, if they didn't feel the same way. What then? Convince them to love you? Get the surgery and never love again? Or die? None of the options were very appealing to you. It was breakfast time but you couldn't go to the Great hall yet. Not with your disheveled appearance and bloody sleeves. With your head down you head to back to the Gryffindor common room, hoping that you don't run into anyone. Luck was not on your side. The minute you step into the room two voices call your name.

"Where the hell have you been?" It was Fred. His voice full of worry. "Rosy, what happened?" That was George, he sounded more sympathetic but still worried. They were sitting on the couch, it seems as though they were waiting for you.

"I lost track of time" You flinch at how hoarse your voice sounded. It was clear you had a bad night. "What's this?!" Fred was basically shouting this time as he points at the blood on your sleeve.

Shit, you should have cleaned your robes before you left. Quickly hiding away your arm you wrack brain for an excuse as Fred stares you down. George watches as you struggle to find an answer.

"Mate, lets give her some space right now okay?" George was not going to drop whatever happened to you but he knows his brothers intense nature was not helping. Fred whips his head to stare at his brother. Was he insane? Leave you alone after you walk into the common room looking horrible and there's blood on your arms?

"Just tell us what happened rosebud." Fred pleads. The stares from both of them were too much. You felt anxious, you couldn't tell them, not yet.

"I've got to go" You mumble before push pat both of them.

Fred lunges for your hand but you dodge him and run to your dorm. Slamming the door to your dorm you cover your mouth as a fit of coughing breaks out. You were exhausted. Your hands now bloody and covered in flower petals. After cleaning your clothes you collapse on your bed. Too tired to deal with the red head twin boys waiting for you downstairs. George basically had to hold back Fred from stomping up to your dorm. "Why aren't you as upset as I am?" Fred yells at George.

"I am, but crowding her and making her upset isn't going to get us anywhere." George explains calmly.

The worry in his voice betraying him. He knew that Fred tended to act before he thinks and would often say things he didn't mean when he was emotional. He saw the fear in his eyes. Fred falls into a nearby chair, he was at a loss. George sits on the arm of the chair and pats his shoulder.

"She'll talk to us when she's ready"

Fred and George had not let go what happened that morning. It had been weeks since you walked in that morning. They stopped pressuring you about it but you could see in their eyes how badly they wanted to ask You just brushed them off. You were still busy thinking of who it could be, you had a few guesses but one made sense. But you only loved him like a brother right? Time had flown by since then. The other schools had arrived. You watched as the guys swooned over the girls from Beauxbatons. You were sitting with Hermione watching people put their names in. A familiar shouting comes running through the doors.

"We did it!" Cheers erupt from the crowd. You told them not to try that aging potion but they did it anyway.

"It's not going to work" Hermione was definitely not convinced that the twins were smart enough to outwit Dumbledore. You had your doubts but secretly you wanted to see what would happen. The twins sit down on either side of you and Hermione.