Shipping Bingo: D5 - Sick Fic

Trope Bingo: 5E - Huddling for Warmth

Spring Bingo: C2 - Triad

Ship: Hermione/Viktor/Ron
Team: Brilliant Snitch
Scavenger Hunt: Sp Items (Ceramic Mug)
Chimera Creator: Love/Hate; Eating/Drinking

Stacked With: FPC; BAON; ToS; Star; Fence; Shower; T3; SN; LiCK; Ship; Sp/Tr Bingo; Chim; Hunt

Individual Challenges: Gryffindor MC; Durmstrang MC; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; Ethnic & Present; The 3rd Rule; Hold the Mayo; Lovely Triangle; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); In A Flash (Y); Bucket Listing (Y)

Representations: Hermione is autistic; Hermione takes care of her husbands; Viktor has Trauma; BC Use

Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Nightingale; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Sneeze Weasel); Chorus (Wabi Sabi; Machismo)

Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Tether); SN (Rail); LiCK (Poppy)

Warnings: Illness, Past Death Reference, Vomiting

Word Count: 780

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"I can't believe they made you play during a thunderstorm!" Hermione growled, making soup while her sick husbands huddled for warmth on the sofa. "I mean, I can certainly believe it considering they made teenagers play during one at school, but there should be regulations for these things! You're hundreds of feet in the air, there is metal nearby!"

Viktor held a tissue to his nose and sniffled while Ron groaned.

"Hermione, I love you but you've made your point and it's unlikely to change."

"What I want to know is how you got sick, Ronald," she said. "You're in the journalist booth! It's covered isn't it?"

"The cover blew away."

"Of course it did."

Hermione ladled the soup into mugs and placed it on a tray, along with stacks of crackers and juice. She brought the tray over and set it on the coffee table in front of them and crossed her arms.

"Drink your soup, there's potion in it. I covered the taste with ginger and turmeric, which will also help. It might be a little more pungent than you'd like, but it will help you feel better."

While they sipped at their soup, Hermione replenished their tissue supply and threw another log onto the fire to warm up the room. She wasn't angry at them and they knew it, she just didn't like seeing them so miserable and she hated not being able to wave her wand and make them instantly feel better.

When Ron and Viktor ate as much soup as they could stomach, they cuddled up on the couch, Ron's taller frame wrapping up Viktor's smaller one. Hermione fixed the blanket over them and kissed them both on the head. Viktor reached up and held onto her hand before she could go while Ron had gone right to sleep, snoring around his stuffy nose.

Hermione knew his fear. He'd told her and Ron all about what happened to him and his twin at Durmstrang. How they got sick and Valko didn't make it. Summoning a book and a cushion, she settled down onto the floor so he wouldn't be left alone and could keep her in sight. She didn't move, even when he closed his eyes and drifted off. She couldn't stand Ron's snoring, but Viktor never seemed to mind it.

Crookshanks II crawled along Viktor's back before settling at his head and on Ron's chest, purring up a storm.

Hermione only roused them when she needed to get dinner together, and at that point, moved them to the bedroom so she could disinfect the couch and get some rest herself.

"Are you alright, love?" Ron asked later that evening when she sighed heavily.

"We didn't make you sick, did we?" Viktor chimed in.

"No, of course not," she said. "I've been feeling a little run down for a couple weeks now. I might just be working too hard."

"You've been working too hard since you could walk," said Ron.

Hermione smiled wanly. "Well, if I do get sick, I got a couple great husbands to take care of me."

Not really caring if she caught their cold, she climbed into bed and settled between them.

"You're like a walking space heater," Ron mumbled, cuddling up to her.

Viktor hummed in agreement and Hermione smiled.

"I love you."

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Hermione woke up and practically shoved Ron out of bed in her race to the bathroom. When her head finally came out of the toilet, her husbands were behind her, Viktor holding her hair and Ron rubbing her back.

"It's been a week since our colds," said Ron. "Surprised you're just now getting sick."

"Must be unrelated," said Viktor.

"Mm…" Hermione rubbed her temple and stared at her basket of tampons on top of the toilet. She still had three left and that was from over a month and a half ago.

"You alright now?" Ron asked.

"Yes… I think… I think I'm just a little woozy. I might sit up for a little bit."

Viktor carried her to the living room while Ron got her blanket and set up a bucket and some saltines at her elbow.

"Would you like us to sit up with you?" Viktor asked.

"I'm alright. You have to get up in a couple hours for practice and I'm sure they'll want you in the office, too, Ron."

"Alright, but yell if you need us. If you're sick, work will manage without us." Ron grinned. "You're the only one in this household with an unshakeable work ethic."

She waved them off and settled back into the cushions, resting a hand on her stomach.

Guess we know what that means, she thought.