Vivienne Crestfall comes to Hogwarts with her fellow Beauxbaton students for the Triwizard Tournament. At the welcoming feast she sneaks glances with one particular red-haired twin and what could have been a light teenage romance instead leads to th...
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WARNING: mentions of sexual content, consensual intimacy
Standing outside in the blizzard in the mere tank top didn't pass without consequences for Vivienne. She felt fine as they took the carriage to return to Hogwarts and savoured the quiet grounds during a little evening stroll before finally saying goodbye, but when she woke up next morning her head was exploding, every move sent sharp needles down her muscles and her whole body was covered in fever sweat. Brilliant, she thought to herself.
As George went down for breakfast the next day he tried to place his girlfriend, but after a quick look, he didn't notice her among her fellow Beauxbaton students, who were already at the Ravenclaw table. Soon he found out about Vivienne's fever and only Madame Maxime stopped him from entering Beauxbaton carriage to his utmost annoyance. He felt like Beauxbaton Headmistress didn't quite like him judging by the disapproving glare she gave him on top of blaming him for one of her brightest students falling ill. So for the next couple of days, George had to bear without seeing his girlfriend and being able only to talk to her through little notes he passed through Marcel or Clara.
"My dear Vivi,
How do you feel? I hate that they won't let me see you. I'm really worried, although Marcel and Clara keep telling me you'll be fine. I'm really sorry that I got you ill. Is there anything I can get you to make you feel better? Get you those sour treats you fancy? Sugar quills? Throw another punch at Pucey? (just kidding) Maybe flowers? Do you like any flowers in particular? Or books? I could sneak some from the library. Please let me know. I already miss you.
George xx"
Fred kept sneaking glances at the note George quickly scribbled down and just gave his brother funny look, laughing internally at him being so sentimental. George ignored him, Fred never cared about anyone as much as George did about Vivienne, he couldn't understand it yet. Although he would gladly watch Fred falling for some girl with snacks by his side, ready to throw the jokes like his twin currently did all the time.
"Mon chéri,
don't worry about me. In a couple of days, I'll be fine. It was my fault, so don't you dare blame yourself. I'm glad you're alright. You don't have to get me anything, honestly. I'm not really hungry for anything sweet, I actually don't like flowers, I have enough books to keep me company. Although I have one favour. Could you pass me one of your sweaters? Preferably the one you recently wore. I miss you too and I'm sure it will make me feel so much better.
Vivienne xx"
After a few more days of sneaking notes, Vivienne was finally let out of the carriage after classes to go to Madam Pomfrey so she could decide whether she was back on track. The witch had George's sweater on although it lost the last bits of his smell, it made her feel warm and comfortable. Her body still felt sore and tired, but she was done sitting in the carriage like a cage.
