Hi i was just wondering if you do a fluff fremione like of one of them sick and the other cares for that other one please please
-puckleberryfan09
Hermione or fred take care one or the other when one of them sick.
-anon
"Fred's an absolute baby," Molly's head said from the fireplace, clicking her tongue in disapproval. "I really should have warned you," she added to Hermione, who was stirring honey into a mug of tea.
"I feel awful for him," Hermione said, setting the spoon down and turning away to pick up another mug. "I made up some more Pepperup Potion for him to take. His ears have finally stopped spouting steam."
Molly shook her head. "I can't put that together," she said thoughtfully, choosing her words. "It should have worked by now."
"I've never made it before," Hermione said, pouring the deep-red potion into the mug. "It could have just been human error."
Her soon-to-be mother-in-law gave her a pointed look. "You know as well as I do that you made that potion perfectly, Hermione," she said. "Maybe a cold isn't the problem..."
Hermione sighed. "Whatever it is, it's causing a lot of moaning." She gave Molly a halfhearted smile. "I should probably go give him this."
"Let me know how he's feeling, dear," Molly said. "I can always come out there if you need me to."
At this, Hermione's smile widened. "I will. You'll have to do that anyway, though. We have some shopping to do, I think."
Molly's eyes brightened. "We'll talk weddings soon," she said, before adding, "Oh, and remind my son that he's not six years old!"
Hermione laughed as Molly's head disappeared from the fire and headed back to the bedroom where Fred was in bed, covers pulled around him, pillows stacked under him.
Only he wasn't alone.
George had taken a seat at Fred's bedside.
"It's okay, Freddie," he said lowly, keeping his voice to a murmur. "We're all here for you. Well, except for Charlie because he's got his dragons...and Percy's at work. Bill's on holiday with Fleur...Ron's off with Harry and Ginny probably...Okay, well I'm here. Oh!" he added. "And your finacee. She stuck around. Merlin knows why."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Dare I ask?" she questioned at a very normal decibel, setting her tea on a dresser and carrying the Pepperup to Fred.
"Just assuring him that all's well," said George, patting Fred's hand. Fred moaned pitifully.
"Can you assure him from somewhere else so I can get that potion down his throat?" Hermione asked and instead of moving, George grabbed the mug.
"I can do it!" George declared. "I can't leave everything to you. Besides, a man should have his twin on their birthday." He turned and said to Fred, "Open up, now, there's a good lad..." He helped his brother drink down the potion before jumping out of the way of the steaming ears.
Hermione shook her head. She really should have known that when she agreed to marry Fred, she was also agreeing to George.
"That's well and good, George," she said, "But I'd also like my bedroom back."
George puffed out his chest in feigned irritation.
"Well I've never been so insulted in my life," he said, standing up and leaving the mug on the bedside table.
"Yes, yes, and you'll be back for more insults later," Hermione finished and George bent down to kiss the top of her head.
"See ya later, sis!" he said before disappearing with a pop.
Hermione shook her head and crawled onto the bed next to Fred, burrowing in until they were close. She wrapped an arm around his torso and he absently played with her hair without opening his eyes. "You're the best, 'Mione," Fred yawned, sliding further down into the bed.
Hermione peeked up over Fred's chest and replied, "Love you."
"Love you more."
"Love you most."
Fred opened one eye and gave Hermione a sheepish smile. "Hermione..."
"Mmm?" Hermione replied.
"...Is there any more soup?"