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A/n: Thanks to Atepogs, Crystal, Xela, Laina, Lucia Dreams, txt-eva, Prematurely Senile, and of course, my fellow 'shippers on the S.S. Fire and Ice. (Especially Laina, whose idea this was~_*)

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Hermione's head rested in the living room fireplace. This was not an unusual occurrence, as she and Ginny often employed this means of conversation. At the moment, her disembodied head was nodding sympathetically.

"I know what you mean, Gin," she said with a sigh. "It's not a dangerous disease, but it can certainly turn a household upside down. And you with five of them likely to catch it -" she shook her head ruefully. "I thought we had a rough time just with Sadie."

With a groan, Ginny directed a mock-glare at the older witch. "That's comforting. Anyway, do you have any of the potion left?"

Hermione nodded. "We made quite a bit more than we needed. You'll be needing five doses, right?"

"Not exactly." At Hermione's quizzical look, she gave a half-smile. "Guess who never had chickenpox when he was a kid?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open slightly. "Not Draco -"

"Right in one," she replied. "Not surprising, really. I imagine Lucius had him succored in Malfoy Manor when the other kids were passing it around."

"Makes sense. Oh well, six doses, then. I shouldn't really be Apparating in my condition -" here, she looked fondly down at her stomach, which was slightly disconcerting to Ginny, as there was a flaming log approximately where her stomach should have been "- but I'll send Severus over with it once I've got it measured out."

"Thanks, Hermione," she said gratefully.

"You're welcome - and good luck." At that, she disappeared, leaving only the crackling flames where she had been. Slightly relieved, Ginny sank back into the sofa.

When Hermione had last called a few weeks ago, it had been her Sadie - a sweet little girl about the twins' age - with chickenpox, and she'd mentioned a potion that she and her husband had found, which alleviated the worst of the symptoms, and warded off the stronger diseases associated with it. Ginny suspected - with six cases of the spots about to break out in the house - she'd need all the help she could get.

At least she'd have Draco, though. Her husband, after all, had once been an auror, and even done a stint helping her brother Charlie on the dragon preserve. He could certainly work through a little case of chickenpox.