Fred had been sick all week. Not even magic could cure the common cold. He had only intended to rest. Five minutes at the most; he had said so himself.
But five minutes turned into three hours. Fred was eventually pulled, lured even, from his dreamless sleep by a humming noise. It was someone...
"It wasn't just any someone though, and that wasn't just any tune coming from their lips. It was Hermione, and that was their song. Fred felt a small smile forming on his chapped lips.
The melody started to fade away, and Fred found himself struggling to sit up. "Wait, Hermione. Don't leave."
"Fred," Hermione stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing her fiancé back onto the bed. She knew how restless he could be. "You need to rest."
"But that was nice."
Hermione eyed him curiously, placing her hand against his forehead. "What are you going on about?"
"Laughter spilled from Fred's mouth. Even when he was sick, with a muggle illness no less, Hermione made him feel a million times better. "Your humming... It was pretty."
"Oh," Hermione felt her cheeks burning with the scarlet color only Fred seemed to cause. Wordlessly, she climbed into their bed, and held one of Fred's hand. Her other hand began tracing soothing patterns along his back as she began to hum the soft melody again.