James was sick. Not the random coughing, runny nose sick, but rather truly sick.
He had a fever, a really high fever. He announced it to Lily who barged into the boys' dormitory five minutes after he'd let her know that he was 'feeling a bit under the weather' and thus couldn't meet her for dinner. And he had announced it in a very James Potter manner.
"Lily, how wonderful." He was lying in bed covered with every blanket he could find in the dormitory. "You won't believe it, my temperature finally matches my amazing looks!" He coughed.
The red haired girl stared at him dumbfounded.
"I'm hot Lily, so hot!" James chuckled, before squeezing his eyes shut. "Ugh, my head."
"What on Earth?" His girlfriend was leaning over his bed after a couple of quick strides. Her hand soon found his forehead, which was indeed hot. "James! You are burning up!"
The boy smiled sheepishly. "I know, that's what I'm telling you."
"Idiot."
"Hey, you can't insult a sick person."
She started going through his drawers. "Well, you my darling are an exception… Don't you have a potion for this fever?"
"Nah," he offered her a weak smile, "we may have, sort of drank it all last weekend."
Her pretty full lips were now pursed as she stared down at him a scowl on her face. "I am not wrong in assuming that neither one of you was sick last weekend, am I?"
James shrugged his shoulders, although the shrug was barely visible beneath all the blankets lying on top of him. "It causes really beautiful hallucinations when you're not sick."
"Merlin."
"Really, really pretty, I promise."
Lily pinched the bridge of her nose. "Horrible. You are incorrigible, James Potter." But she was smiling, even if she tried her best to control it.
"I'll be fine."
"I'll go get you some tea and see if I have anything for the fever."
When she returns with a vial of bright yellow potion he feels his hear skip a beat, and for the first time it is not solely due to his girlfriend's beauty. As he swallows the potion in a split second, and his eyes get a bit dopey he lays back against a pile of pillows and whispers a soft, "Marry me?"
The red haired girl sighs softly. Without making much noise she leaves a cup of hot tea on the nightstand and fixes the blankets before departing towards the Great Hall.
A/N: Hope you like it, comments are chocolate.
Love,
Maja
