A 12 year old Fred Weasley walks into the medical wing of Hogwarts, an almost anxious look on his face. There arenât too many, just a couple of sixth year and one or two second.
Madam Pomfrey sees him walk into and has to stop herself from sighing.
Fred is what she calls a regular. âah, Mr. weasley. What is it this time- firework burn? Too many puking pasties?â She tuts and motions for him to sit on one of the cots.
He swallows as he sits down on the cot closest to her, holding his stomach. âNo..â He frowns, looking up at her with big, tear-filled, brown, eyes.
She raises an eyebrow. Heâs not normally soâŠquiet. The energy sheâs used to is non-existent. âWell, what then?â She turns to him, her hands on her hips.
A moment goes..then two- then three before he blurts out- âI think y/n y/l/n hexed me!â
Her lips part in confusion. She wasnât too familiar with you- youâve come in once or twice over a headache or the flu but nothing too serious. She knows youâre a bright student who would never hex someoneâŠnot without good reason, anyway.
âMr. Weasley..I doubt she hexed you, but why do you think that?â She looks him over? Looking for any physical evidence or proof you did anything to him.
He takes a deep breath and his hands go to his stomach. âEverytime I look or think about her I feel sick. Really sick- and my hands get sweaty and my heart beats faster.â He scoffs. âAnd I canât stop thinking about her and my stomach gets all weird, like Iâve been hit by a bludger, but worse- she must have done something! We should tell Dumbledore- or snape- Can you fix it?!â
She lets herself think it over for a couple of moments before she laughs softly- âDoes this only happen when theyâre there..?â He shakes his head quickly- âNo, it happens when I think about her too..â
âDo you..find yourself thinking about her a lot?â
She can only laugh harder.
âWhatâs so funny?! Iâm being serious!â He huffs, watching her laugh with a distraught expression. Heâs not used to being taken seriously but this was different! This was real- something was genuinely wrong with him!
âShe didnât hex you.â She explains gently, smiling in amusement. âYou have feelings for her..â
The words hit Fred..hard.
âWha?..no I donât.â He scoffs- that was stupid. Heâd never like you- right?
She nods her head- âyes you do. Heart racing, thinking about her a lot, sweating-â
âThis was stupid!â He stands up and quickly walks towards the door to leave. âI donât fancy y/n! I would never fancy her!â He scoffs to himself.
âShe hasnât hexed you, Mr. Weasley. Youâd be smart not to repeat that to anyone else.â She calls out towards him before turning towards another cot to help someone else.
He continues to grumble to himself until he gets to his common room- then his dorm room, before he throws himself onto his bed- his face buried into his pillow, a hot pink flush on his cheeks and his ears red as he thinks over her wordsâŠ
He didnât fancy youâŠ! He NEVER would!âŠ
Madame pomfrey, 10 years later, sits on the fourth row, left side, of the aisle. The aisle youâre currently walking down- the aisle where, at the end, a 22 year old Fredrick Gideon Weasley is stood- seconds away from crying at how gorgeous you look in a wedding dress.