Request for a one shot where Fred and George are like brothers to you (nothing romantic) and Draco uses sectumsempra on you for some reason and Fred and George find you and calm you down and take you to the hospital wing and just fluff please :)
Warnings: Sectumsempra is used
A/N: Characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling
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You were in a very cheerful mood this afternoon. For some
magical reason, you didn’t fail that exam you took in runes. Not to mention
your quidditch team was just starting to pick up the new plays.
“Alright guys, I want you to head off to the showers. Try
not to go too crazy tonight as the big game is coming tomorrow,” Harry
“Like that will happen,” Fred nudged you. “You still on for
sneaking out tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled. “I am just going to shower
quickly, and I’ll come right out.”
“Don’t keep us waiting too long,” George teased as you
walked into the locker room. The locker room was surprisingly empty; perhaps
everyone went to shower back in the castle. You started removing your shoulder
pads when you heard a loud sound coming from the opposite end of the locker
“Hello?” you called, when no one responded you continued. “If
this is a prank George I’m not falling for it.” You removed the other shoulder
pad when you heard footsteps coming toward you.
“Well, fancy finding you here,” you heard a cool voice
directly behind you and shivered.
“Draco,” you frowned. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be rather than spying on
people in the locker room?”
“Oh I’m not here for that,” Draco chuckled. You turned
around to face him. If only you didn’t leave your wand in your bedroom.
“I’m not going to tell you our plays,” you answered coldly. Much
to your displeasure, Draco grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. You wanted
to scream, but the wand pointed into your side suggested otherwise.
“Oh shut up Y/N. I don’t want to know about your bloody plays. I’m here to
take you out,” Draco hissed. Your blood ran cold. “Oh I’m not going to kill you
if that’s what you’re so afraid of. I’m just going to take you out of the
picture, temporarily of course.”
“Please don’t do this,” you begged and you felt a sharp pain
shoot through your body. Something was oozing down your legs, arms, and
“I already have,” Draco whispered before shoving you to the
ground. The pain came full force now and you screamed out. You felt the life
draining from you and your vision was beginning to blur. You were so cold.
“Y/N! Where are you? What’s wrong,” you heard a voice that
sounded faintly like George. “Fred! Come quickly.” You felt your head being
lifted up and could make out it was a face.
“George…Draco,” you replied. Your voice barely above a
“Draco did this?” you
felt George tense then relax again. You heard another set of footsteps
“What did Draco do?” Fred asked.
“Draco did this to her. I’m not sure what spell this is,”
George informed. “Will you help me carry her?”
“Y/N’s losing a lot of blood George,” Fred added as he
cradled your legs. “I’m sorry that this is going to hurt.” The moment they
lifted you up, the pain intensified so badly that you passed out.
You awoke to Fred and George sitting on your hospital bed.
When you tried to sit up, you felt a light hand coax you back down.
“That would not be a good way to start the morning,” Fred
joked. “Trust us. With all the cuts you have you don’t want to move.”
“I was out all night?” you inquired. “Oh, Harry is going to
kill me for missing the game.”
“Nah the game got cancelled,” George shrugged. “Something
about the Slytherin keeper getting a bad stomach ache this morning. He threw a
nasty fit to postpone the game and here we are.”
You raised an eyebrow at them,
“What a coincidence. Well, I guess he got his just desserts.”
“You could say that,” Fred winked only to be elbowed by
“I wanted to thank you both for not letting me bleed to
death in the locker room,” you smiled. “I was surprised George couldn’t lift me
on his own.”
“ You almost died and you want to tease me? Look I was in
shock,” George stammered.
“I doubt you could lift more than fifty pounds George,” Fred
teased. George crossed his arms causing you to laugh for a brief moment before
the pain of your cuts overwhelmed your desire to laugh. You let out a low moan in
pain. Fred and George took notice and
ended their banter.
“We’ll continue this debate another time. We’ll come back a
little later. You rest up for us alright,” George tucked you into your
“We’d normally hug you, but that seems like a horrible idea.
We’ll just bring you some chocolate when we come back,” Fred reassured. You
nodded in agreement and shut your eyes. What would you do without your little