(a/n - nearly done now, and yes, I love this prompt.)
Cookie Dough
Severus closed his eyes and groaned softly. He had a splitting headache. Ever since he had decided that he needed Rolanda in his life, he had felt remarkably soothed. However, he hadn't the courage to approach the topic with her, and now he was coming down with the flu or pneumonia or scarlet fever or any of the other illnesses in the utterly depressing and totally not at all helpful medical guide open on the table. Those things could honestly turn anything into a symptom for a deadly disease or ten. His temples were throbbing and it hurt to think. Poppy had bobbed down when Severus had refused to move from his chambers and ordered Albus to cover his classes. The resident mediwitch had tutted loudly at the dungeon cave which he lived in and taken a small sample of blood, which she said she would analyse in the warmth of the hospital wing. Severus had told her that he probably had a potion anyway, and she had gone. Unfortunately, all of the regular potions did not seem to be working. Or Severus couldn't remember their names in his confused state.
He was just dosing off when he felt the still air move somewhat. He looked up to see Rolanda standing over him. He screwed his face up as she sat behind him on the sofa, pulling his head into her lap. Severus frowned. Something was very cold upon his chest. Rolanda leaned over, and opened up the freezing container. Severus raised his eyebrows as he read what it was. Cookie dough ice cream. Rolanda smiled.
"Ice cream and a chat! What all good friends do when one of them is sick!"
"All good female friends."
"Not at all, if you were female, I would be painting your nails and doing your hair. Now, I would love to do that to you, but since your sick, I will save it for another day when you can punish me properly for it."
Severus' mind began to go into overdrive in his poorly state. He was sure they were borderline flirting. He opened his eyes again, and smirked.
"Could you feed me, I feel too poorly to feed myself."
"Sure." And she began to spoon the cool cookie dough ice cream down Severus' throat. Both were thoroughly enjoying themselves, though they were careful to avoid mentioning it or appearing too happy. Severus enjoyed having someone to care for him in his sick state, and Rolanda enjoyed showing some affection to a man who would otherwise shut himself away.
Eventually, the pot was empty and Severus was having his temples massaged by the quidditch mistress. He was humming softly to himself; his head was feeling much better. He soon dozed off in Rolanda's lap, and when he woke in the morning, he felt like a new man.
Poppy called upon him that morning, and raised her eyebrows at him.
"I see you're feeling much better, you big wuss. I take it you found a potion?"
"No-Yes, I found a potion, it worked wonders." Severus stated, anxious that she didn't hear about his evening. He didn't want the faculty making speculations about his private life before he sorted it out first. Poppy left, and Severus smiled to himself.
Cookie dough ice cream was the perfect illness remedy.