A cold November afternoon, but that’s not the only thing that’s cold. Why is it when you have a cold you’re generally hot? I’m sick, and I had to skip Quidditch practice out of the lack of medicine. I have a burning headache, my nose is all red even if it’s not stuffy, and I look like a raccoon that didn’t get any sleep.
This is what I get for playing in the puddles yesterday. I get a headache, a red nose, and no sleep. I’m also out of groceries and I can’t get myself to move.
I hate this. I haven’t even sent an owl to my mum. She’ll just make my headache bigger as Percy had put it last time he was sick. Mum probably has a whole stock of pepper-up potions, but she likes to baby everyone, so she normally doesn’t actually give it to us.
This is probably why I have why own flat, even though I told my mum it was because I wanted to be close to my Quidditch pitch.
I roll over, looking at the rain splattered window. I should really get up, but that doesn’t happen for the next fifteen minutes. That’s when I hear someone knock on the door, and I roll over and put the pillow over my head.
The person knocks again, and I groan as I pull myself out of bed. Why does someone have to come over? Why can’t I just be sick without the neighbor knocking on my door, asking me if I have an egg? I don’t. I’m sick and even you don’t leave I will have to give my aching headache to you.
I open up the door and there is Harry, standing there with his hair a total mess, his glasses a bit askew, a big grin on his face, and a brown paper bag at his feet. I suddenly feel as though I don’t want to send my headache to anybody.
“You know that you are so addictive?” he asks. “I mean, I always want to be around you, and it totally helps that your hair is a frizzy mess, that you look like a raccoon, and you have the dorkiest pajama bottoms I have ever seen.”
I look down at my singing snowmen pajamas.
I use the leftover energy to swat him. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you I was sick?” I ask, leaning against the door for support.
“Yeah, you did, but I couldn’t stay away,” says Harry, kissing me on the cheek as he walks inside.
“But you’ll get sick,” I protest, not very strongly. I kind of like having him here. “Then you’ll have to take days off, and you’ll be lying in bed with a bright red nose.”
Harry shrugs, smiling at me. “Visiting you is worth the risk,” he says. “Besides, you think I don’t want to take days off for work. If I got to take a day of work because of a headache, then I’d be acting like a little kid running on sugar.”
I roll my eyes, and sit on the couch, wrapping myself up in a blanket. “Thanks for coming over,” I whisper. Because even though I don’t want him to get sick, I like having him around.
“No problem. That’s why I took the rest of the day off. Well, that and the fact that I can’t keep my hands off you,” replies Harry, sitting down beside me.
“You’ll be sick if you move any closer, and then I’ll have to give you my apologies,” I whisper, giving him a small smile.
“I’m willing to risk it, just to be around you,” says Harry, smiling and leaning over to kiss my forehead. “Besides, when I heard that you were sick, I had to bring you some stuff.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper, my throat still hurting me.
“Sure I did,” says Harry, simply like he actually did have to do that. “Just give me a minute will you?”
“I feel guilty,” I say, before Harry runs off to do whatever it is. “I mean, I’m sitting here doing nothing, and you’re being all sweet.”
Harry rolls his eyes, giving me a look. “Gin, you’re sick. Take the opportunity at doing nothing, and let the guy who loves do it, okay?”
“You’re making me feel even more guilty!” I cry, wishing I hadn’t because now my throat really, really hurts.
Harry shakes his head in disbelief. “Ginny, do me a favor and learn to take advantage of me. I’m basically willing to clean your entire flat, just so I can be around you, and you’re feeling guilty.”
I lean up and kiss him softly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” I murmur, biting my lip to hide my smile.
“Me or the flu?” asks Harry, grinning.
“Both,” I whisper in reply just as Harry leaves the living room.
Two seconds later he’s in the kitchen, trying to find the spell of opening cans, which I have to say I’m surprised he hasn’t picked up yet. Two minutes later he’s bringing me soup, yummy tomato soup with little pieces of bread floating in the soup.
Merlin, I love this man.
He sits across from me the entire time. He tells me all the annoying stuff that goes on in his office, and how Kingsley is obviously hinting for him to take on this case, then afterwards quickly reassuring me that’s it’s nothing just like he always does.
I don’t believe him, just like I always do.
The afternoon passes, and I find myself lying against Harry’s chest. Even though my aching headache has turned into just a headache and I still could physically feel better… I think this is one of the best sick days ever.
Harry smiles and tilts his head to the side. “You look a little better, but I can still see a few raccoon-ish features.”
I give him a look, and he raises his hands in defense, still grinning like an idiot.
“You know what I mean,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “Besides, I think you look kind of cute.”
“Yeah, with dark circles under my eyes, a bright red nose, and hair that needs to be brushed, I look adorable,” I mutter sarcastically.
Harry laughs and shakes his head. “I still think you’re gorgeous,” he says sincerely. “Now if you let me, I’ve got another thing for you.”
“You’re really treating me like a princess today,” I remark, smiling.
Harry laughs. “Yeah, well don’t get used to it, Princess Ginny,” teases Harry, giving me a little wink.
I trudge my way into my bedroom…it’s clean. I turn to see Harry, holding a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge all over it. I take the bowl out of his hands and place it on the bedside table.
“I love you so, so, much,” I tell him. “You are so amazing. You really, really are.”
“You sound surprised,” replies Harry, looking pleased with himself. “And don’t thank me. Thank your mum for letting me pick up on that spell.”
I smile, and kiss him on the cheek. He’s already got all of my germs anyway, what’s one more? “You really are wonderful,” I whisper as I sit on the bed to eat my ice cream.
Harry grins and sits down beside me. “You’re not going to think so now that I’m making you share,” he says, taking out a spoon and nicking my ice cream.
“You’re mean!” I tell him, putting on a pout and trying my best not to smile.
Harry leans over, kissing me very, very softly. “I love you, Gin.”
I roll my eyes, knowing his tricks. “I love you too, but I’m still not sharing.”
“I figured, but I’m still not going to listen,” says Harry, nicking another bite.