This is my first ever Harry Potter fic. It was inspired by Archangel's fic called "Harry? Hermione? Kissing?" The only thing I own relating to this is story is the plot, the entire book series and the movies so don't sue me!


With her eyes shut and her head resting in her boyfriend's lap Hermione could pretend that everything was okay...until the coughing started again.

"Oh God...*cough*...I feel...*cough*...awful!" Her head spun and her chest tightened painfully and Hermione felt like she was going to die. The painful coughing fit soon ceased and gentle hands were propping her up in bed and a cool glass was held to her lips. The water felt like heaven as it ran down the sick girl's parched throat and her eyes closed on their own.

Green eyes gazed down at her sympathetically as he began to stroke her hair, trying to relax her. "I know, love. I know. Just relax and try not to think about it." Watching his girlfriend of four months suffering was not Harry's ideal way of spending the day but he was glad to help her. Hermione had come down sick early yesterday afternoon but had refused to admit it until Harry had found her hunched over the toilet in their Common Room (AN: Harry and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl) later that night.

"How can I not think about it, Harry? My head feels like someone shoved a spike into it, my chest aches and everything is spinning!" Harry couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself; here was his girlfriend, sick as a dog and a total mess, yet he'd never seen such a beautiful girl in his whole life! "And what, may I ask, is so funny?" Now he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Nothing, love. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are."

She looked at him as though he'd gone mad, which she suspected he might have. "Beautiful? Harry you must get your eyes checked because I am, at the moment, the complete opposite of beautiful!" Her response was a chuckle and a light tap on her red nose. Harry gazed right into her brown eyes and never looked away. "You are beautiful, no matter what. I love you." With that said Harry leaned down to kiss her...only to be stopped by her hands.

"No, no, no! Don't you dare kiss me, Harry James Potter! You have a Quidditch match coming up and the team will be upset if their captain gets sick!" Harry gently pried her hands away from his face and pinned her wrists gently on the bed. "Don't you worry, love. The only sickness that I'm gonna catch is a love sickness. And that doesn't sound half-bad to me." With that cheesy line said, done and buried back in the 80's Harry leaned in to finish that kiss and this time Hermione let him.


One week later...

"Bloody...*cough*...hell! I can't believe...*cough*...I'm missing the match! And against Slytherin! *groan*" Harry pouted like a child and received a pat on the head and a smug smile from his now-healthy girlfriend. "Well, it seems like you caught that love sickness you were so fond of." As she made her way towards the door, Hermione picked up the empty tray that sat on the nightstand. "I told you you'd get sick. Didn't I, Harry?" He childishly stuck his tongue out and received an amused laugh from her as she left the room. "Love you too, Mione."


All done! Please tell me what you think; I wanna know if this was any good. The review button is calling you; listen to it!