Important: Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments); Writing club: Showtime (Lizzy); All I Ask of You - (season) Summer.

Note: My personal challenge this month is to write a series of works/drabbles under 900 words. I will be putting together selected works from Writing Club, Hogwarts Assignments, etc to allow readers better access to the material instead of placing them in my normal drabble series. Although the drabbles will most likely be unrelated, I figured it would be easier to find for future enjoyment :) Let me know what y'all think!

House: Slytherin

Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts: The Curse of Bogies

Assignment: # 1- Write about someone with a bad cold.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Family

Word count: 894 (Excluding Author's Note, but including entire Entry and Title)

Warning: This is an AU (Alternate Universe).

Characters: (Main Characters are listed Alphabetically by last name.) Draco Malfoy; Hermione Malfoy (Nee Granger); Lucius Malfoy; Narcissa Malfoy; Scorpius Malfoy;

Summary: After finding his wife of fifteen years struggling to accept that summertime isn't the best for her, Draco Malfoy decides to bring the summer to her.

Author's Note: I absolutely loved how this turned out! I'll try my best to update this series every day until completion (About 12 chapters). Let me know what y'all think!

As always, enjoy

-Carolare Scarletus

The Rays of Summer

"I told you not to go outside," Draco leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest. The look of disapproval was predominantly there in his eyes, though far from the harsh looks he used to give her at school. He'd been standing there for some time, watching Hermione struggled to stand. He found it intriguing that someone with the lack of discipline and a severe allergy to flowers would want to go outside, especially in this heat. On top of that, she'd fallen under the weather, deepening the pain and lack of rigor to her already depleted being.

As long as Draco had been married to her, Hermione's always found a way to escape his notice. Even fifteen years on, everything she did still baffled him. Her determination and willingness to explore was one of the main reasons why he was attracted to her; however, what he couldn't understand was her attraction that could ultimately kill her if she wasn't careful. Muggle illnesses were beyond him, but she'd been patient to him explaining the ramifications if she were to take it too far. With that said, Draco understands, so why was she still struggling to accept it?

"I want to go out," she hissed, clearly angry that she has to stay inside until her symptoms clear. "You know I don't like being locked in."

"You have your library." Draco pointed out irritably.

"I want to be able to enjoy the sunshine with Scorpius."

Draco didn't protest his wife's need to go out, especially when it came to their son. Her pregnancy with him had been the catalyst that started this entire mess. He loved their son with all his heart, but if it hadn't been for him, his wife would still be able to enjoy the summer breeze that she so craved without fearing she'd have a violent reaction to the pollen.

He'd learned a lot during the time he'd spent with her. His parents were dead against his courtship with her, but the moment he first laid eyes on her at a corporate ball, he was hooked. She'd drawn him in so quickly he hadn't the chance to know what was happening. Draco fell so deeply in love with her that even the simplest things had become something monumentally important to him. He used to be all about blood status, and even though his parents finally warmed up to the idea of having a half-blood grandson, he could still see the residual hatred in their eyes. None of that mattered now. As long as he had his family, he didn't care.

"Scorpius is fine with staying in, love." Draco walked the expanse of his study, his strides long and elegant. When he reached his wife, he looked at her mournfully. Her need to be outside was a palpable force to which he could die from. "Besides, it's terribly hot. I thought you liked the bleak weather?"

"I do," she mumbled. Hermione's eyes drifted toward the window, which expelled amourous amounts of sunlight as it shifts through the gossamer curtains. A jealous wave washed over her and Draco had to stop himself from snickering, lest his wife hear him. "I love the summer and the flowers."

"As of right now, they don't love you. Have you taken your potions?"

"This is a Muggle illness, Draco." She quickly berated him. "Potions only temporarily ease the symptoms."

"Isn't that what Muggle medicine does?" He raised a delicate eyebrow in a demanding way.

Hermione bit her lips," Yes…"

"Even so, that doesn't mean you should skip out on taking your potions. Don't they help?"

"Immensely," she sighed. Although strong, she'd adopted a weaker appearance during the last few weeks Draco wished he could understand her fascination with Summer. It was nearing the end of the dreaded season, as Autumn was fast approaching and being at the Manor, it seemed like it would arrive earlier than anticipated. Draco amicably stood by his wife side as he brought his arms around her while she relaxed against his chest. They both started out the window but lost to their own devices and all he could think of was his shortcomings and inability to make her happy.

Hermione, as Draco imagined, yearned for the feel of the warm rays of the sun as it kissed her skin, She longed to be out there frolicking in the garden beyond their home, letting their soft touch graze her skin. The flowers didn't just like her… they loved her, as he loved her and it was a miracle that she loved him back. Draco's hands instinctively went to her stomach, where another miracle was taking root. In just five long months, they'll welcome a girl into the family, the first in many generations.

A sudden thought came to him. Draco quickly took out his wand from his back pocket to the utter inquiry of his wife. Smiling, he waved it between them, summoning a golden light to grow between them. He hadn't known delight until he looked at Hermione's face, who'd become fixated on the spell the second he cast it. He smiled fondly at her and the warmth that was growing between them, suffocating the chill of the manor, even for a second.

If Hermione wanted Summer, who was stopping him from giving it to her?