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Started out as a one-shot, then a two-shot, then a three-shot... I love me some Romione! Enjoy :) Please review!
Summary: Ron is sick and the only thing that Madam Pomfrey can prescribe is bed-rest and a whole lot of TLC. Enter Hermione. Full of fluff, confessions and kisses
"Oh, Ronald," Hermione cooed, taking her hand away from his forehead. "You're boiling hot!"
"No I'm not!" He protested before showing her his arm. It was covered in goosebumps and freezing to touch.
She sighed and told him to put his arm back under the blanket. She then conjured a jug of cold water and a facecloth, dipping the facecloth in the water before resting it on Ron's forehead.
"Blimey, Hermione!" He yelped. "That's freezing!"
"Good," she said firmly. "It might normalise your body temperature a bit."
"How is he?" Harry asked, popping his head through the door of the dorm.
"Not near well enough to go to class," Hermione answered. Harry looked alarmed, more at Hermione dismissing Ron from class than the health of his best friend. "I won't be going to class either," she added. "I'm going to stay and look after him." Harry could have fainted. He stumbled away to tell Ginny.
Hermione sighed and told Ron to sleep. "I thought you were going to stay and look after me?" He asked.
"I am," she insisted. "I'm going to make sure you actually sleep."
"I don't want to sleep," he whined.
"You've got to," she said gently, pulling the covers up to his neck.
"Not tired," he grumbled, but within two minutes he was snoring. Hermione smield gently. She didn't mind if she missed classes today. She just wanted to make sure Ron got better. Madam Pomfrey had given Hermione a strange and somehow meaningful look when she said that Ron needed TLC more than anything. Was it that obvious? Did everyone know how much she loved him. She shook her head. No, not everyone knew. He didn't know. She smiled softly. Idiot. Sweet, brave idiot.
When would he realise the real reason she was staying with him? She sighed. Probably never.
He stirred, and one eye popped open. She immediately scurried to his side. "Hummunee?" He mumbled.
"Yes, Ron?" She whispered, pulling the covers back up to his neck. He smiled warmly.
"Fank ooo, Hummunee."
She smiled back as his eye shut again. "You're welcome."
