Harry Potter's Sick Day
Harry walked down to the common room one autumn Wednesday morning, feeling like he had been through a fight with Buckbeak and lost. He felt awful. His stomach churned, making him stop in his tracks, slightly doubling over and wrapping his arms around his middle. The stomach flu had been going around the school, causing students and staff to drop like flies, hitting Gryffindor tower the hardest with the younger students. He muffled a moan behind a hand he slapped to his mouth when he felt a strong wave of nausea washed over him. God, he felt sick.
Everyone who was smart gotten the immunity potion. Of course, the one person that didn't use an immunity charm is Harry.
This all started two mornings ago, on Monday. Harry had woken up feeling queasy. Thinking it was his stomach getting used to the Hogwarts food, he went on about his day, pushing through any feeling of sickness throughout Monday and Tuesday. But on this Wednesday morning, it seemed that his body had admitted defeat and showing all signs of sickness.
He could say how he managed to go to class on Monday, his busiest day of the week. He went to Dumbledore's lesson, despite feeling sick. The headmaster must have noticed as he asked Harry if he was feeling alright. Harry replied, telling him he had a headache and probably needed a good night's sleep.
He didn't know how he survived quidditch practice the day before. The team all questioned him if he was okay. He must look like he was sick judging from how often he was asked the same question. Somehow, Harry managed to convince the team he was fine, only Ron and Ginny didn't buy it and silently agreed they would keep a close eye on Harry.
Last night, he really felt sick to his stomach, telling Ginny he was going to bed because he didn't feel very good, figuring he would feel better if got some sleep.
Boy was he wrong.
He heard footsteps behind him, coming from the staircase leading to the girls' dorms. He silently begged it be Ginny.
He got his wish when he saw her descend the last two steps of the stairs, smiling at seeing him, but the smile melted off her face when she got a good look at him and she approached him, concern evident on her face.
"You look horrible," she said, noting he looked paler then he did the day before and his eyes were glassy with sickness and fever. She realized he was sick.
"I feel horrible," he murmured, sitting down in a nearby armchair, curling up as he felt Ginny's hand on his forehead.
Ginny moved her hand to feel his cheek with the back of her hand. "You feel warm."
The armchair was large enough for both Harry and Ginny, allowing Ginny to sit down beside him, pulling him close to her. He snuggled closer to her, laying his head on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around his waist.
Harry groaned, clutching his stomach. "Gin, I don't feel so good."
"Does your stomach hurt?" Ginny asked, rubbing his back. She felt Harry nod his head against her shoulder. She paused her back rub when she heard him groan as his stomach cramp. She glanced down at his shirt covered belly when she heard an angry growl, causing Harry to muffle a groan behind a closed mouth.
"Okay, back to be with you. Up you get," Ginny ordered, helping Harry to stand up and leading back up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
She pushed open to the door to the sixth year dorm, leading Harry to his bed, slowly lowering him to sit down when they reached the four poster bed.
"Alright, let's get you into something more comfortable," Ginny soothed as she pulled out Harry's old Quidditch t-shirt and a pair his pajama pants. She didn't know how he found the energy to change into his uniform. Harry had kicked off his shoes, leaving his socks on for now. He held on to the bedpost to stand up to push off his pants and slip on his pajama pants with some help from Ginny.
She slipped off his sweater and tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulder. She pulled his shirt over his head, managing to do so without taking off his glasses off.
"My stomach hurts, Gin," he moaned. Harry was one to never really complained or whined. Hearing him complain or whine was something new for Ginny as he curled into a tight ball, gripping his stomach and quietly moaning when the pain his stomach got worse.
"Harry, I'm going to find Ron or Hermione to see if they could help me get you to the hospital wing."
As if they were summoned, Ron entered the dorm with Hermione following him.
"There you are where have….." Hermione trailed off, realizing how sick Harry looked. "Are you okay?"
"Are you sick?" Ron asked.
"He's sick, I'm trying to figure out how to get him to the hospital wing," Ginny explained. Hermione cooed, sympathetically.
"What's wrong? Is it your stomach?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded.
Hermione announced she would go and get Professor McGonagall and they would proceed from there.
"Stomach flu?" Hermione guessed.
"I would guess," Ginny murmured. "Maybe he got it from Neville since he was the last one in the dorm to get it as Seamus and Dean both were immediately moved to the hospital wing."
"I know Madam Pomfrey is swamped with students," Hermione explained. "All classes are canceled because almost everyone is sick. The severe cases are being kept in the hospital wing and the milder or moderate cases are being kept in their dorm. Professor Snape is helping her."
She promised to hurry and left dorm as Ron collected the bucket and a blanket from the cupboard in the corner of the room. He handed both to his sister as he knew she would ask for them at one point.
"How it is that you, Hermione, or Ginny avoided this?" Harry inquired.
"Immunity potion," Ginny answered, rubbing calming circles on his back.
Ron watched from the corner as his sister took care of Harry. He knew Ginny loved and cared for him and he liked Harry, trusted him and only him with his sister.
He turned at the sound of two different sets of footsteps and then Hermione entered the room with Professor McGonagall following her.
"Potter, are you sick?" She asked.
Harry nodded weakly, wincing as he felt his stomach cramp.
"Well, the hospital wing is at full capacity. I'll inform Madam Pomfrey. She'll come up here to check on you." Turning to Ginny, she asked her if she was going to stay with him.
"Yes, Professor," Ginny answered, nodding.
When Professor McGonagall left, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny shared a look with each other, standing near Harry's bed in silence, figuring out what they needed to do.
The quiet was broken when Harry's stomach let out a loud gurgling sound. Harry moaned.
"Good Godric," he groaned, slapping a hand to his mouth. Ginny grabbed the grey bucket Hermione quickly handed her and held it under his chin.
Ron winced, as Hermione turned away, knowing Harry was already embarrassed enough as it was. The only sound in the room was Harry's retching and Ginny's whispers of comfort. Once Harry was finished, Ginny helped him to lie back in his bed, Hermione turned back around, looking at her friend sympathetically.
"Looks like you've got the flu," she informed to her sick friend.
"Really, I had no idea," Harry deadpanned, holding his stomach. He moaned as another cramp ripped through his abdomen, closing his eyes as the spasms deep in his belly getting worse. He reached blindly for his girlfriend.
"Gin," he moaned her nickname. Ginny responded by sitting down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back.
Knowing Harry was in good hands, Hermione and Ron informed Ginny they were going to head down to the common room and work on some homework, leaving Harry alone with Ginny.
Ginny sat on the bed with Harry, his head in her lap, rubbing his back and pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead. She watched him curling into a tighter ball, wrapping his arms around his stomach tighter, moaning slightly. She continued rubbing his back, whispering words of comfort.
"You're okay, sweetie. You're going to be okay," she whispered, as her fingers played with Harry's hair.
She looked up at the sound of footsteps and was about call out 'whose there' when the door opened and Madam Pomfrey entered, making her let out a sigh of relief.
"I swear Potter, I see you more I then I do any student!" She exclaimed, before asking gently, "When did you start feeling sick, dear?"
Harry gulped before he answered, mentally preparing for Ginny's wrath. "Monday," he admitted. "I started feeling sick to my stomach then and after that, it was on and off until I woke up this morning."
"Harry James Potter," Ginny began, making Harry wince. "Are you saying that you've felt sick since Monday and you're just now telling me?"
Her voice echoed throughout the room, knowing Ron was snickering downstairs while Hermione whispered an 'I knew it'.
Harry cowed under Ginny and Madam Pomfrey's unhappy gaze. He nodded slowly.
"Alright, what are your symptoms?" The mediwitch asked.
"Stomach cramps, nausea, and vomiting," Harry replied.
Madam Pomfrey nodded, nearing the bed as Ginny moved to allow her to work, not moving too far from Harry. When she was close and Ginny was out of range, she ran a diagnostic charm on Harry.
"He's running a fever of 103," She informed Ginny. "Are you staying with him?"
"Yes, ma'am and I've taken the latest dose of the immunity potion."
"Alright," She said, turning to Harry telling him to lie on his back. "I'm going to do a quick exam.
Slowly Harry turned to lie on his back, eyes closing slightly as he winced feeling a cramp roll in his abdomen.
Ginny pulled up his shirt, revealing his abdomen to the thankfully slightly warm room.
"I'm going to begin the exam," The mediwitch warned, placing the bell of the Muggle stethoscope she conjured, on his abdomen, moving slowly across his skin.
Ginny leaned against the head of the bed, sitting beside Harry's head, taking his hand with one hand, stroking his head with the other hand. Soon Madam Pomfrey finished the first part of the exam.
"Judging by the sounds of his bowel sounds, he has the stomach flu. I'll do a quick palpation and then the final diagnostic. Potter, I want you to tell me if you feel any discomfort when I press."
Harry nodded as Madam Pomfrey began pressing on Harry's lower abdomen, moving to the side and then moving upward. She kept an eye on Harry's face as she pressed for signs of discomfort. When she finished, she moved her hands to the middle of Harry's and with firm gentle pressure, she performed single area diagnostic charm, which would give her a diagnosis on the particular area she was examining.
She nodded when the results appeared, confirming Ginny's suspicions.
"He does have the stomach flu. Keep him hydrated, give him some stomach soother in about an hour, along with the vomiting potion. The stomach soother should be taken again in the afternoon and again before he goes to bed tonight. The same instructions apply to the stomach calmer. The fever reducer needs to be taken in about a four hours." She handed Ginny the collection of potions and then pulled out another set of potions, and with a wave of her wand, the potion vanished and into Harry's system.
"Here are further instructions for the potions. He should be better by tomorrow. If he's still sick by Friday, bring him to the hospital wing or have Professor McGonagall to come and get me."
"To help with his fever, you can do cold compresses on his head and to relieve the cramps you can use a warm compress on his abdomen. Light massage also works as well. Keep a close eye on his fever."
Madam Pomfrey gave Ginny a thermometer and another bag of potions in case she needed them and further instructions on alerting her if his symptoms start to worsen or if his fever rises. When she finished, she patted Ginny's shoulder.
"Take care of him."
"I will," she promised. "Thank you."
Madam Pomfrey left, leaving Ginny to take care of her sick boyfriend. Ginny watched Harry curl back into a ball, pained expression on his face.
"It hurts, Gin." Harry groaned, gripping his stomach. Ginny reached for the purple vial, the stomach calmer.
"I think you need another dose of this."
With one hand, Harry pulled himself up in a sitting position, wincing at the sharp cramps he was feeling in his belly. He took the vial from Ginny and took the potion, grimacing at the taste.
Wordlessly, Ginny handed him a cup of water
"Thanks, Gin," he murmured, sitting the cup back on his bedside table, lying back against the pillows.
Ginny settled beside Harry in the double bed, running her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her with droopy, glassy eyes, wincing when he felt his stomach churn. He turned onto his stomach, moaning into the pillow. He twisted his head to look up at her as she looked back him, her brown eyes meeting his glassy with fever green ones.
Suddenly, without warning, Harry jumped off the bed, bolting towards the bathroom. Ginny followed him at a run, moving faster than she ever thought possible. She found him collapsed in front of the toilet, heaving the remaining contents of his stomach. She knew Madam Pomfrey must have given him the clean out potion. It was meant to purge the stomach of any viruses with vomiting.
She sat there behind him in the stall, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Soon all Harry was doing was dry heaving, making Ginny wince sympathetically.
When he finally finished, he leaned back against Ginny, laying his head against her shoulder, clutching his stomach.
"Dry heaving hurts," Harry groaned. "I feel like my stomach is going to come up my throat."
Gently, Ginny slowly helped him up leading him to a bench beside the sinks. She flushed the toilet and went to the sink with a washcloth in hand she had gotten from the cupboard. She washed her hands first and then dampened the washcloth, before cleaning the sweat from Harry's face. She tossed the used washcloth into the laundry basket and collected a cup, filling it with water.
"Rinse your mouth out that will get rid of the yucky taste" she soothed, handing Harry the cup. Harry rinsed his mouth out, spitting out the water back into the cup.
"Thanks," he croaked.
Ginny helped Harry back to bed where he laid down on his side. She climbed in to lie beside him, and pulled up his shirt and started rubbing gentle circles on Harry's belly.
"That feels really good," He groaned. Ginny smiled as she watched him relax into the pillows for the first time that day. She continued her massage for another twenty minutes, even after Harry fell asleep.
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Ginny sat in an armchair Ron had levitated from the common room for her. She reached over ranking her fingers through his hair, pushing the fringe off of his forehead. Briefly, she placed her hand against his brow. He was still running a slight fever, judging by how warm he felt.
She observed her sleeping and sick boyfriend, noticing how cute he looked when he was asleep. He didn't look stressed like she knew she could get. He looked peaceful as she slept, which for Harry was a rarity. She was able to tell if he had a good night's sleep the next morning. On the days when she didn't sleep well, he would curl up on the couch and lay his head in her lap.
The quiet of the dorm was broken when Harry moaned, curling into a ball holding his stomach. Ginny's heart sank at the pained look on Harry's face. She rubbed his back soothingly, whispering some comfort.
Harry glanced up at Ginny, wincing as the spasms he was experiencing in his abdomen.
"I can't take it, Gin. It hurts. Make it stop," he begged, making Ginny's heartbreak. She slipped her hand under his shirt, rubbing his belly in the familiar soothing circles.
"It's okay sweetie," she said, soothingly. "The cramps will go away soon." Ginny comforted Harry as each cramp rolled through his abdomen. Suddenly, he whimpered.
"That is the worse one so far," Harry whined.
"It will get better, the cramps will be gone soon honey," Ginny soothed, comforting him the best she could.
She continued to rub his stomach until he was asleep again. She checked the time, realizing that it was time for Harry's other potions. Selecting the ones she needed, she waved her wand and the potions were spelled into Harry's stomach like she had Madam Pomfrey show her the last time Harry was sick.
Hermione peeked her head through the door. "How's he feeling?" she asked.
"Not any better. His stomach cramps are the worst. Hopefully, they will calm down soon so he could get better."
"The stomach flu is horrible. Neville feels guilty because he thinks he gave the stomach flu too Harry. He would have gotten it anyway since he didn't take the immunity potion or the spell. We did. I just we just forget to share that bit of information with Harry."
Hermione handed Ginny another bag. "I stopped by the hospital wing with Ron because he wanted to make sure he wasn't getting sick and handed me this to give it to you. She said it's got some stronger stomach calmer and stomach soothers for the bad cramping he's feeling and the stomach aches. Some of the others are complaining about pain and cramps. She said she'd come up and check on him later."
"The worst of the cramping seems to have passed through. I hope for his sake they are. I just gave him his last dose of potion."
"She also said if you need to wipe him down with a cold washcloth or place ice packs around him."
"Okay," Ginny murmured. Hermione handed her ice packs she had collected from the hospital wing. The larger ones Ron had gotten from the Quidditch pitch.
"Well, I hope he gets some sleep. Call for me or Ron if you need anything."
Ginny agreed and promised she would let her know, sitting back down in the armchair. She continued to watch Harry sleep, hoping he would sleep.
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Harry's sleep, as it transpired, only lasted another half hour. He felt his stomach roll and churn. A strong wave of nausea hit and he instantly woke up, running for the bathroom, hand over his mouth.
He slammed into the first stall and started to empty bile from his stomach. Before long, all he was doing was dry heaving at this point.
"Ow," he whined, holding his stomach when he finally finished heaving. His abdominal muscles felt sore from the heavy dry heaving. He leaned backward, feeling Ginny's arms about him, holding him from going down into the floor. He felt a second pair of arms lift him upward.
Through the silts of his eyes, he saw red hair too short to be Ginny's.
"Thanks, Ron," he breathed, as his best mate led him back to bed. He had come to check on Harry and stayed to help Ginny get Harry back to bed.
"Anytime mate." Ron patted Harry's shoulder. As he passed his sister, he handed her the flask he had sat down on the bedside table.
"I brought this up. It's ginger tea. Mum always gave us ginger tea when we had an upset stomach and I thought I would help settle his stomach."
"Thanks, Ron."
"Hermione provided the flask and I made the tea," Ron explained.
Ginny took the cup off the flask, fixing a cup of ginger tea.
"Here sweetie, try some of this," Ginny soothed, handing the cup of tea to Harry.
Pushing himself up with one hand, supporting his weight, Harry looked at the cup. "What is it?" he asked, looking in the cup.
"Ginger tea," Ginny replied. "It will help settle your stomach."
He repositioned himself into a sitting position, taking the cup from Ginny. He took a sip and then took a bigger drink.
"Thanks," he said, giving the cup back to Ginny. She sat it down on Harry's bedside table.
Hermione came up to check on Harry, pausing at the door but entered the room when Ginny motioned for her to enter.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"About the same," Harry admitted. Ginny sat down on the bed beside him, rubbing his back as he leaned against her, his head on her shoulder. Ginny knew then that Harry didn't feel good.
After assuring themselves that Harry was kind of on the mend, Hermione and Ron told Ginny they would be in the common room if she needed them. After they left, Harry laid down in bed, curling on his side.
She was about to pick up her Charms textbook when she heard Harry's stomach moan, causing a slight groan from Harry. Without warning, he shot out of bed, making a beeline to the toilet. Ginny got up, following him to the bathroom.
She found him in front of the same toilet heaving. He continued vomiting until he was dry heaving once more. Ginny rubbed his back soothingly as he threw up, moving her hand to his stomach, rubbing slowly. Feeling relaxed, Harry leaned back against Ginny as she rubbed his stomach.
"Let's get you back to bed," Ginny whispered. Harry let Ginny lead him back to bed. He laid down, lying on his back this time.
"Gin," he began.
"Mm?"
"Can you rub my stomach again?" Harry asked, giving her the puppy dog eyes and pout, a look that she could never say no.
Ginny climbed in to lie down beside him, pulling up his shirt and rubbing in soothing circles. She continued to rub her boyfriend's aching stomach until she heard a moan from Harry.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I'm gonna throw up again, he moaned. He leaned over the side of the bed as Ginny moved the bucket Ron collected for her earlier under his chin.
When nothing came up, she rubbed his back.
"I don't think there's anything left sweetie," Ginny soothed.
"Trust me, there is."
Without any warning, Harry began to vomit violently throw up into the bucket. Primarily bile and stomach acid, Harry heaved until he was doing nothing but dry heaving. He moved as Ginny vanished the sick from the bucket and moved it to set it on the bed to save the strain on Harry's neck. Then suddenly, he leaned forward, vomited all over Ginny's lap.
Embarrassed and red in the face, Harry began apologizing and rambling until Ginny put her hand over his mouth.
"It's okay. I'll clean it up. It was an accident, sweetie. I know you didn't do it on purpose," She soothed, rubbing his back.
When he confirmed he was done, Ginny helped him lay down into bed, his head on the pillow. She walked to the pitcher of water, taking it to Harry's bedside, picking up a clean cup. She pouted the cup half full.
"Rinse your mouth out with this," she directed. She handed him the cup and he did as she said, spitting the water in the bucket. He handed the cup back and she refilled it water.
"Take slow sips," she ordered softly. When he was done, Ginny took the cup and sat on the table. She sat down at Harry's bedside, starting massaging Harry's stomach again.
She continued the massage until Harry was asleep.
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Ginny checked his fever an hour later, while was still sleeping. She pulled up his shirt, stuck the thermometer under his armpit. She waited for the thermometer to beep.
When the thermometer beeped, she sighed in relief. "It's lower, but he's still running a lower fever."
Gently without waking Harry, she managed to take off his shirt. She filled a basin with water and took a fresh washcloth from the bathroom. She dipped the washcloth in the water and started to bathe Harry's heated face and body. She washed his face, neck, chest, and then his arms and underarms.
With another washcloth, she began rubbing the cool damp cloth on Harry's abdomen. She felt his stomach when she was done. The sponge bath worked and brought his temperature down some.
She pulled back down his shirt, tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket and rooted into the armchair, watching Harry sleep.
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Harry woke up in the later afternoon, feeling a lot better than he had in twos. He looked for Ginny, finding the dorm empty. He laid back down, feeling his stomach cramp. He curled into a ball, hoping the pain will go away soon.
He heard the door open and looked up as Ginny entered.
"How are you feeling? Any better?" She asked, sitting down on the bedside.
"Some, my stomach still hurts," Harry whimpered, as he felt another painful spasm rip through his abdomen one after another.
He heard Ginny digging around and then footsteps approached the side of the bed.
"Here baby."
He opened his eyes, finding Ginny holding the water bottle he used when he was sick the last time.
"Let's try this and see if this helps your stomach feel better," she soothed. Harry took the warmed water bottle and laid it down on his abdomen when Ginny pulled up his shirt and laid a towel down to keep the water bottle from making contact with his skin, wrapping the towel around the water bottle.
"That feels good," Harry sighed, letting himself sink back into bed. He continued to sleep for another two hours. He wrapped an arm the water bottle when he turned over to keep the water bottle, relaxing enough for him to go back to sleep.
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It was late when Harry woke up, hot and sweaty. His stomach really hurt, feeling cramp rip through his abdomen, hard. He gripped his stomach quickly.
"Ow," Harry moaned into the pillow.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Someone whispered. He turned over slowly to find Ginny lying beside him.
"My stomach hurts, it feels like that snake I killed when I rescued you is squeezing my stomach," he groaned.
Ginny bit her lip. She knew what would help Harry feel better, but she knew it would cause him more pain.
"Harry, I know a trick that will help you feel better. But I will warn you, it will hurt. I promise you'll feel better after and I'll rub your stomach when I'm done," she promised, soothingly ran her fingers through his hair, trying to relax him.
"Okay," Harry murmured, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
Ginny sat up, placing her hands on Harry's stomach, slowly adding pressure. Soon Harry was whimpering, moaning and trying to remain still.
"It's okay, honey. You'll feel better soon. I promise. I know this just hurts. Just hold on a little bit longer."
Harry could feel tears forming in his eyes, sliding down his face. He felt Ginny's thumb wiping them away. She continued to place gentle pressure on Harry's stomach, murmuring words of comfort.
When Harry let out a long sigh of relief, Ginny knew he felt better. "That feels better," Harry whispered. He looked up at Ginny. "You did promise a stomach rub right?"
Ginny laughed softly. "Yes, I did."
She started rubbing his stomach in soothing circles. She watched as Harry relaxed into the pillows and fell asleep. She continued rubbing his belly until she was convinced he was fast asleep.
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The following morning, Ginny woke up as the sunlight shined through the window on the other side of Harry's bed. She watched Harry as he slept, smiling. He was sleeping peacefully, lying on his stomach.
She reached over, feeling his forehead with her hand and then with her lips.
"Cool as a cucumber," She whispered to herself. Harry stirred his green eyes opened looking up at her.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
Harry sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Better, stomach feels a little sore. Nothing like what it was yesterday."
"Your fever broke," she informed him.
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Is that why I feel sweaty and gross?"
"Yes, go get a shower. I'll clean up in here."
Harry got up, slipping on his glasses. He stopped at his wardrobe, getting out fresh clothes and boxers before heading to the shower.
Ginny waved her wand over Harry's bed. The sheets were changed to a clean set of sheets. She waved her wand around the room, refreshing the room so it didn't smell like sweat and vomit.
Harry came out in a clean t-shirt and his black joggers. He walked over to where Ginny was clean up his bedside table, hugging her from behind.
"When was the last time I told you I loved you?" Harry whispered in her ear.
Ginny chuckled. Harry always asked her that when she took care of him, especially when she would massage his shoulders and necks until the knots melted away.
"Yesterday I think?"
Harry kissed her cheek. "I love you, Gin. Thanks for taking care of me." He leaned his head against her shoulder.
"I love you too, Harry. I'll always take care of you. Whether you're sick or injured, I will take care of you."
Harry kissed the side of her head. "Thanks for always taking care of me. I know I can be stubborn and difficult, but it's because I'm not used to being cared for when I'm hurt or sick".
Ginny turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know that and you haven't been stubborn at all."
Harry knew that he would eventually have to tell Ginny about his life at the Dursleys. About how no one took care of him when he was sick growing up. Ron and Hermione did when he was sick in their fourth year and Ginny took care of him this time.
"Hey mate." Harry turned and seen Ron and Hermione standing at the door.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked curiously.
"A lot better, thanks for asking." Ron and Hermione informed them classes were canceled for the remainder of the week due to the flu. They also said they would be down in the common room.
When they left Ginny smiled at Harry, "I'm glad you're better and that I can do this."
She walked over to Harry, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Harry wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss.
"Since we don't have class or homework, can we stay up here and cuddle?" Harry asked with a grin.
Ginny nodded yes. "I was going to suggest that. Perhaps I'll rub your belly again?"
Harry leaned his head on her shoulder. "That sounds good to me".
They spent the day in Harry's bed, cuddling, talking and Ginny rubbing Harry's stomach.
Looking back on that day a few years afterward, Harry remembered why he learned to love sick days. Of course, he felt awful and he didn't feel good, but Ginny made sick days better just by taking care of him. That was the sole reason why Harry learned there was a plus side to sick days….. Spending them with Ginny.