Flower Garden (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Ambrosia

Warnings: Mentions of a slight panic attack. 

Ambrosia: Considered one of the most romantic flowers because it symbolizes the love of one person to another. Requited love or mutual love.

"Please help!" Fred yells bursting through the doors of the Hospital wing. You had fainted in his arms only moments ago. "Mr. Weasley! What is the meaning-"

She stops dead in her tracks. Madam Pomfrey was used to seeing the twins in the Hospital wing. Sometimes for detention, Quidditch injuries, or injuring themselves with their products. But she wasn't expecting to see one of them so desperate holding you in his arms.

"Put her here Mr. Weasley" Fred carefully places you on the bed, his mind was racing with the worst outcomes. Madam Pomfrey waves her wand around your body, intently working. Fred was looking back and forth between you and her. The longer the silence became the more worried he grew. "The flowers are growing rapidly in her lungs, she doesn't have much time left"

"What do you mean?!" Fred shouts, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'You're a healer can't you do something?!" It came out meaner than he meant it but he was in complete disarray. Just looking at your helpless figure on the bed was too much for him.

"Mr. Weasley-"

"No! I can't lose her! This can't be happening!" Fred's stomach churns, oh god he feels sick.

This couldn't be real. This had to be some sick nightmare right? He'd wake up and you'd be downstairs waiting for him looking annoyed because he overslept. You would ruffle his hair and drag him to breakfast because on Sundays they had your favorite kind of jelly on the table. He would laugh and tease you for waking up so early and you would pout and smack his arm and try hiding the smile that would fight its way to be shown. He always saw it. What he'd give to see it one more time.

"What's wrong!" George bursts through the doors looking around wildly. He had heard Freds shouting and ran as fast as he could. When he spots you on the bed he runs overtaking his place next to Fred.

"The flowers have started to infect her lungs at an exponential rate, I can't tell you how long she has but," Pomfrey hesitates to tell the boys the truth. Both of the famous pranksters were looking at her with the most vulnerable eyes shes ever seen.

"She probably won't make it through the night" George makes a noise, he can't tell if it was a scream or a cry. Fred just stands there. His mind empty and his heartbroken.

"I need to go alert Dumbledore of the circumstances, Would you two stay here?" She asks softly, knowing that the two boys needed time alone. Normally she would rather chop off her left arm than let the Weasley twins loose in the Hospital wing but this time, its different. George nods and takes a seat next to your bed. The door slams shut and Fred and George are left in silence. standing next to you.

"It's me George. She loves me" Fred whispers, his face as pale as a ghost. George closes his eyes, he knew and let it go this far. He should have told someone sooner. A professor, anyone.

Fred watches as his brother takes your hand and bows his head. He was avoiding eye contact, something he did when he lied. George was a good liar to most people but never to his brother. They knew each other too well for that. That means that George knew it was him this whole time.

Fred wants to be angry. He wants to shout and ask why no one told him anything. Why George sat there and let Fred gush about Angelina and ask her to the ball when you were right there. You were right there. Hurting, because of him. But he can't bring himself to be mad. He just wants you to be okay.

"How can I fix this?" The cure was requited love right? But he can't just, force himself to love you. You were a sister to him. So what now? Isn't that enough? Isn't that love enough for this stupid disease. He still loves you. It hurts just as much.