Fireflies | | Fred Weasley

•Part twenty four

TW : aftermath of being spiked

Your head was spinning. Sick was in the back of your throat, as well as the toilet bowl that you were hovering over. Hands were in your hair and on your back. Your vision was blurry, but not from tears.

You didn't know what was happening to you. This was not at all what your friends or characters in books that you had read described how drinking was. This wasn't you being drunk, this was something else, and it was bad. You didn't feel like this earlier on, you felt much worse now.

You had a horrible feeling in your gut, like something bad was going to happen to you.

You didn't know what, but something bad would happen to you.

You could feel it.

"Let it all out, Luce. You're okay."

You couldn't make out the voice, your eyes were ringing way too much, and you could not tell who was talking to you since your vision was insanely blurry.

What you did know, though, was that only one person called you that nickname, and he had red hair. The same red hair that you could still make out, despite seeing stars.

"You're gonna be just fine, I promise."

"What happened to her, Fred!?"

"I don't fucking know! S-she's been with Diggory all night, Iona, and anything could have happened!"

"We need to get her to the hospital wing!"

"I know! I know! I just... I-I don't know!"

"Lucille, babe, it's Iona. Can you hear me?"

A pair of gentle hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at them instead of at your own sick in the toilet bowl. You still couldn't make out her face, but you knew that Iona was the one holding your head up.

"You're gonna be okay, babe." Iona told you with a calm tone of voice. "Me and Freddie have you now. We're gonna take you up to the hospital wing, and they'll sort you out."

As much as you wanted to protest and tell them not to worry since you didn't want to be a burden, you could barely hold your own head up, let alone argue with your two best friends who had your health as their only concern right now.

Before you knew it, you were scooped off of the floor and into a pair of strong arms, the scent of gunpowder and caramel filling your senses. You knew you were in Fred's arms, you could smell him from a mile away.

You felt so safe in his arms.

So safe, that you finally allowed yourself to lose consciousness, knowing you had been holding on until you knew you were safe.

•••

You woke up with a pain like no other in your head, throbbing and causing your eyes to close immediately after opening them. A brief moment later, you slowly reopened your eyes and looked around the room.

You were sat in the hospital wing. The sun was rising, a mixture of orange and pink sun rays shining through the windows, and your friends were surrounding you.