A few hours later, Ron was still snoring and Hermione was sitting in a chair by his bed, reading. If she was going to miss classes all day, she may as well get some extra studying done.
She heard him groan and looked up to see him watching her sleepily.
"Sleep well?" She whispered. He nodded. "Good. Do you feel any better?" Another nod. "Good. Told you sleeping would help." He smiled softly before rolling his eyes.
"You and your books," he muttered before sitting up.
"Oh, no you don't!" She scolded, making him lie down again. "Madam Pomfrey said bed-rest. No getting up or moving about."
"But I'm hungry," he complained, and she grinned.
"Wonderful! That means you really are getting better. Here." She conjured some food, and he ate greedily. She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you and your food," she teased. He threw her a silly grin.
"Right," he said, rubbing his hands together joyfully. "What shall we do now? We've got a good," he paused to check the time, "four hours until everyone comes back from classes."
Hermione glared at him. "You will stay in that bed and you will rest, Ronald Weasley."
"But, Hermione!"
"No! You're already missing today's classes - I won't have you missing tomorrows as well simply because you refuse to rest."
"But I'm better!"
"Maybe, but you're still going to rest."
Ron crossed his arms and leaned against the headboard stroppily, but didn't argue any further. "Come on," Hermione crooned, her chocolate eyes dancing, "lie down, yeah? Have another rest." Ron eyed her, then shuffled down under the covers obediently. She smiled.
"Hermione," he started, but shook his head.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Ron, tell me."
He sighed and looked into her eyes, trying to look as pathetic as possible. "Would you do my Charms essay for me?"