Never Is Our Always

Cedric's Dead! 4

(Fred pov)

She was unconscious in my arms as I held her protectively, watching eagerly for anyone of the champions to come back.

I heard her breathing, chest rising and falling before she moves.

"Minnie?" I call quietly, "Minnie are you okay? Do you need help?" She just stirs before gasping for air as she awoke suddenly.

"Ugh," Minnie eases herself up, I help her as she then looks around, "what happened, where am I?"

"You passed out," I reply, fixing her glasses for her. "And you're at Hogwarts still." I added.

"It still hurts," she told me, "but it's a dull pain." I brushed her curls out of her face before smiling at her slightly.

"Good, at least it's died down," I guiltily smile at her. Minnie laid her head back on my shoulder and looks around.

"No ones come back yet?" I shake my head, "who-" she looked like she was going to be sick.

I summoned a bucket just in time as Minnie grabs it and then vomits into it. I cringed at the sound as well as the smell of bile, but I held her hair back nevertheless.

"Keep vomiting," I told her, making the vomit disappear with a charm, "let it all out." I say while attempting to soothe her with back rubs.

"You get your girlfriend back and this is the first thing that happens," George said, trying not to laugh at the look on my face.

"It's her leg," I told George seriously, cringing at the sound of vomit being hurled into the bucket.

"And the crushing feeling of weight against my head," she gasped for air before vomiting again. "I'm so sorry." She sobbed.

"Shh, it's okay," I coo, "keep vomiting, darling." George gave me a look and I glare at him.

"Should we get her to Madam Pomfrey?" Mum asked, looking worried.

"She won't move, her leg is-"

"Feeling like it's being torn to shreds, my head feels like someone's compressing-" she vomits again with a small whimpering cry, "-it between bricks while my brain is being-" and another wave of my wand, her vomit disappears but is replaced with more very quickly. "-torn out of my skull... what else?"

"Being quiet might help," I sassed her.

"I'll vomit on you instead," Minnie snapped back at me and I laughed before clearing my throat.

"Are you okay now?" She had stopped vomiting and panted, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she took deep breaths in.

"I need some water," she mumbled, "but yes, I'm okay." She shakily grabs her wand and said, "Aguamenti." Water came out of her wand and she drank some, rinsed her mouth out, then spat the water into the bucket.

"Maybe drink some properly," I suggested, "maybe it'll help."

"Aguamenti," she repeats, drinking the water her wand pooled out. I kissed her sweaty temple and she smiles as the water stopped.

"Can I get rid of the bucket?" She nodded, so I got rid of the bucket and put my wand away.

"Thank you," Minnie cleaned her mouth with a tissue before her head hit my chest. I rubbed her back, then her arm as I held her.