Fleamont Potter was sick.
He knew that from the moment he opened his eyes and he groaned. He felt hot all over and his head was fucking pounding.
Fleamont tried to sit up but he flopped down onto his pillows again. He felt just so bloody weak, so Fleamont just lay there.
"Hey, Monty, you alright there?" Johnathan Longbottom, Fleamont's best friend, asked.
"Not too loud, John, my head's pounding." Fleamont groaned.
"Right, sorry, mate." John whispered.
"That's better." Fleamont groaned as he tried to sit up gingerly. He felt as if he was about to throw up, so he lay down again.
"You're clearly sick." John whispered as Fleamont put his face in his pillow. "Why don't you go to Madam Smith?"
"John, if i can't sit up in fucking bed, then I can't walk, most likely." Fleamont mumbled into his pillow. "But thanks for suggesting."
"No problem." John whispered again. Fleamont moaned and shifted slightly.
"God damnit, it hurts." Fleamont mumbled into his pillow. John placed his hand on Fleamont's warm back.
"What are you doing?" Fleamont mumbled.
"See, just rubbing your back, trying to make you feel better." John said softly, rubbing Fleamont's back softly.
"Does it feel better?" John whispered.
Fleamont nodded.
"I'll stay until you fall asleep." John whispered.
Fleamont sniffed and coughed.
"You'll be late for Charms." He mumbled sleepily as John rubbed his back.
John smiled sadly. "It'll be worth it, even if I get detention." He said quietly as Fleamont's breathing was slow and heavy. He'd fallen asleep.
John poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table, along with a couple of Chocolate Frogs, a book and a box of tissues.
John dragged the blankets over Fleamont's body and ruffled his hair softly.
"Have a good sleep, Monty." John said softly.
Fleamont turned over in his sleep.
John walked out of the dormitory, streching out his arms.
Alright, he was disasterly late for Charms, so late there was basically no point in going.
But it was worth it. Monty would be alright with a nap, and perhaps some soup if John could manage to get some from the kitchens, the house adored Monty and John (the house elves were familiar with him and Monty)
John pushed open the portrait hole.
"You're cutting it very fine, you know, Herbology is due to start in fifteen minutes!" The Fat Lady called after John as he ran down the corridors.
John joined Jackson Potter, Monty's twin brother.
"Where's Monty? And why did you miss Charms?" Jack questioned as soon as John fell into step with him.
"One; Monty is sick, most likely, too sick to get out of bed. Two; I was making sure he was okay." John answered.
A look of concern spread across Jack's face.
"There's a flu bug going around, d'you reckon that is what Monty's sick with?" Jack asked as they sat down in the Herbology classroom out in the grounds of Hogwarts.
"Probably. Xavier Davis was sick for two weeks, still not the same." John answered as he got his Herbology textbook out of his bag.
"Poor bloke." Jack said sympathetically.
John smiled as the Herbology professor, Professor Herbert Beery, came into the classroom.
John, after Herbology, ran down to the kitchens with a flask in his hands. He didn't fucking care if he was late to Transfiguration, he just needed to make sure Monty was okay and that was all that he cared about.
After John trickled the pear on the portrait to the kitchens, he walked into the enormous kitchens.
"Master Johnny!" One house elf named Milly squealed excitedly, throwing her arms around John's knees (it was the only place she could reach)
"Uh, hiya Milly. D'you mind if you can get me some soup in this flask, please?" John asked the over excited elf.
"Yes, of course, Master Johnny, sir!" Milly squeaked.
John sat down at one of the tables, fidgeting with his fingers anxiously. One of the house elves ("bless you, fellow magical" was what Monty always said when he saw a house elf or when something was offered to them by a house elf) offered him some cookies and John expected.
Munching on the chocolate cookies, John tried to think of some sort of illness Monty could. He had a headache, too weak to get out of bed and a high temperature.
"Here you go, Master Johnny!" Milly squeaked.
"Thank you Milly." John said. "I might see you later, if that's okay?"
"Yes, of course! Master Johnny is always welcome, sir!" Milly squeaked.
"Thank you Milly! I'll see you later!" John said as he exited the kitchens.
"Monty." John whispered, shaking Fleamont's shoulder "Monty. Wake up, it's me, John."
Fleamont moaned and groggily opened his eyes.
"What is it? If we have a detention that I've forgotten about, you can tell the professor that I won't be there." Fleamont yawned.
"No, we don't have a detention." John said. "No, I got you some soup. Thought it might help."
Fleamont smiled weakly as he sat down and took the flask from John. He gulped the warm soup down eagerly, his sore throat irritated.
Fleamont began coughing as he put the flask on the bedside table. John banged him gently on his shaking back.
"You okay now?" John asked quietly as Fleamont lay down again.
Fleamont nodded as he lay down again. His eyes shut and his breathing deepened.
John closed the windows around the dormitory, and suddenly realized he was late for double Potions.
John sat down in an armchair and opened the book that was lying next to it.
He would always be there for Monty.
Always